here's to evil skanks

“Cute. Even though last time I checked, you can’t have remnants of a career that’s not over, Darling. Still working in Hollywood. Just moved up in the world. Sort of like you, my little EP. And yeah, okay. You have fun being a corporate mouth piece, alright sweetie?” Gigi laughed. “I was just checking in with our- what was it? ‘VIP’? But, if you’re too busy to talk to the director of the shows you ‘randomly’ decided to be on, then I can take my leave.” 

“It is though, at least, the original you. I told everyone you died, had fake funeral and everything. You drowned, it was very boring. It worked until your name started appearing in the trades again a few decades later and then people just thought you stole your own identity. Mum was shocked someone would do that to her sweet George.” Mary hummed, wishing she had a better drink nearby. “Mm, I decided I much preferred ruining people in other ways, ones that didn’t leave a film reel of evidence behind. It’s hard to identify art when you don’t know anybody is missing.” She added with a lazy shrug. A foot here, someone else’s ear there... “ That’s what minions are for, Georgie. They leave notes for when we are too busy to.”

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“Hey beautiful. Any chance you’d be down to get after work drinks?” Hayden asked the woman with a bright smile. “Please? I uh, I could really use an excuse not to go home just yet.”

“I suppose I can be persuaded to go out, learn a bit more about this messy backwatery town, “ Mary started, vaguely impressed with the woman's complete confidence in getting her to say yes. “What’s waiting for you at home that you’re trying to hide from? Clingy baby, suspicious boyfriend?” 

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“Mary, Mary, quite contrary,” Gigi sang as she plopped down beside the other. “Are you avoiding me?” She asked with a raised brow. She had recognized the girl’s name on the crew list, but had yet to run into the executive producer on her own shows.

“My garden is made of gold shells, body parts and the remnants of your old Hollywood career, by the way, and no, I don’t keep them all in a row..” Mary countered, barely looking up as Gigi plopped down in her space. Some things never changed, even though she had. She wasn’t some bright-eyed girl Gigi could fool anymore. “I’m EP, Georgie. That makes me a VIP, don’t get much time to waffle with old mates.”

“I don’t really want to break up this fight. But I do want to capitalize on this moment. Before it gets out of hand takes us back to square one. I have an agenda for the marriage laws getting changed and the others to follow it, but it only works if we’re not at each other’s throats…or you know a part of a hate group designed to tear us all down.” 

“Interspecies?” Mary asked, curiosity getting the better of her. Could you imagine it? That would be something to see after all of this time. She was old, not quite as old as many others but that was a basic right she was very there for. “We’re always going to be labelled differently, just do what feels right to you, good or bad, the tiles will follow where they may.” 

Rick was sitting at a picnic table outside of set, when he sees an argument break out with accusations about who was in a hate group. “Well damn…tensions are high…You’d think that they plotted out to cause in-fighting between the species which sets our cause of getting laws back…Someone should probably break that up over there, huh?” He asked the person next to him. 

“It likely was a calculated move, yeah, but best to let them deal with it and blow the steam off now rather than later.” Mary countered, standing nearby with a tea in hand and her phone in the other. There seemed to be a lot of this going on the last few days.

“I hate to break it to you, but this place lives up to all the hype, I can assure you. It’s most definitely lives up to everything that has happened here. But I couldn’t imagine living anywhere else. Keeps it exciting around here, and at times business is booming for me.” His brow rose at her statement about cleanup. “What exactly do you do around here?” 

“That’s quite disappointing actually, I like being surprised.” Mary sighed, finishing up her email and sliding her phone into the pocket of her skirt. “It’s said that drama always makes the best entertainment and I can say that much is true. I’m your new executive producer, I know you from somewhere.” She hummed, resting a finger on her chin.

Is that [KATIE ISABELLE]? No, that’s just [MARY MASON], a [216] year old [WITCH] working at LCM Studios, where Supernaturals whom, for centuries lived in hiding, are now thrown into the spotlight. 

Keanu had heard that the attack would happen on the left side of the room. He made his way over, attempting to be casual. “Hey, not to sound crazy, but have you seen anything out of the ordinary on this side? Or in general?” 

“I have to admit this entire town seems out of the ordinary, Mr. Montague. I’ve never been called to a set that recently almost had a Les Mis level revolt happen in it. Can’t say I’m overly a fan because it means more cleanup for me.” Mary sighed, barely glancing up from her phone. She’d heard stories about this place and so far it was completely living up to its reputation.

Maribelle Mason: Mind control, telekinesis and longevity