Thirty Nine - All The Barge's A Stage

[general_chang]

[Christopher is still in his Klingon get up for the most part. The patch is off, but not much else. It's actually quite warm and comfy and the Klingon make up is hard to get off anyway. He's well known as an actor who genuinely enjoys his work, is giving to his colleagues and has multiple stories from the hilarious to the bizarre to the downright raunchy.

He's lived and it shows in how he's ready to roll with anything. Any pranksters who catch him off guard get belly laughs for their trouble and the nervous newbies get tips and hints and he seems endlessly patient. He makes it seem effortless.

Right now he's shuffling a pack of cards.] Well, now, we appear to be experience technical difficulties for the foreseeable, so how about a game of poker?

[He smiles.]

Comments

[cannibalmind]

Sounds like a capital idea, Chris. I'll bring the cigars. And I just downloaded the latest pictures of my granddaughter to my tablet.

[general_chang]

Good! We can prop them up against mine and see which can grow faster! [They are freakily fast growers, them young ones.]

[cannibalmind]

I'll take that challenge! though you've a bit of an advantage on that score, genetically. We're all wiry little Welshmen.

[general_chang]

We'll take that into account.

[cannibalmind]

At least Chris Lee isn't part of the cast. None of his descendants are under six feet, even the girls.

[general_chang]

Well, Chris always cheats at cards too.

[cannibalmind]

Mmmm, true. [He pokes through his humidor, picking out a few Cubans.]

I'll be right over.

[general_chang]

Good! [Chris has found himself a suitable table and a few drinks and glasses.]

[cannibalmind]

[Hannibal taps on the trailer door a few minutes later, having bothered with a cane. The rain bothered his leg a bit.]

I've brought Cuban!

[general_chang]

[He chuckles.] Good man! [He pours a drink for the both of them.] Leg troubles?

[cannibalmind]

Oh, just the cold affecting me a bit. [He comes over and presents the cigars, fishing for his lighter and cutter.] You know how it is. Every year that goes by and the bumps and breaks and bruises just don't heal as fast.

[general_chang]

[He smiles as he took one of the cigars before sighing.]Entropy. Thank God for my stuntman.

[cannibalmind]

The man's a gem. Though you're no slouch at stage combat yourself. Fortunately my character is only athletic when no one's expecting it. [he offers first choice of cigars.]

[general_chang]

Chang takes his choice while waving off his skills.] I can swing a sword about, but that's about the extent of it.

[cannibalmind]

I can...pantomime biting people to death. [A low chuckle as he sips his drink.]

[general_chang]

[Chris chuckles.] That's always fun.

[strangehistorian]

That sounds fun!

[general_chang]

It will be if you're there, my dear.

[strangehistorian]

Oh, pff.

[Shy smile.]

Thank you.

[general_chang]

[Chris smiles. He likes the women around them to feel good about themselves.] I speak only the truth, my dear.