Room 206, Early Saturday Morning

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Valentine stared up at his ceiling from the flat of his back on his bed, wide awake and pondering the many mysteries of life.

Mysteries like 'if Fandom Chicken 2 is a success, what should the third movie be like?'

Mysteries like 'if your writer and co-director tells you over dinner that you have to save the world, what do you do?'

Mysteries like 'what in the world do you do with a bathtub full of fish?'

Life was full of such complicated situations, indeed.

(OOC: Shameless linkdrop, hi! Open for interaction so long as you don't mind that I'll be going to bed directly and won't be around to reply until I.. uh.. wake up? The door is closed, however. After all, all sane persons are in bed. And some of the crazies, too.)

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Artoo tapped on the door, tweetling impatiently.

And wearing three bows on his dome.

He was stylin', man.

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There was a tweeting thing outside his door. A tweeting thing that sounded suspiciously like his first cameraman-domebucket-thingy.

So, naturally, Valentine tripped across his side of the room and pulled the door open, grinning down at the little droid.

"Well, hello there," he said pleasantly, "good to see you again. Nice bows."

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Artoo beeped proudly, then began playing a portion of Fandom Chicken--so soul-y. So pain-y--then flicked it off and stared expectantly at Valentine.

Payment would be nice.

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Valentine maybe flailed about and pointed at the footage--so soul-y. So pain-y--and started rummaging around in his pockets for something to pay the little droid with. He knew that sort of look, and he wasn't going to be able to pay the rest of his cast and crew unless he got that footage.
And then, he had a moment of epiphany.
He turned on his heel and dashed into his room, returning shortly afterward with a torn bedsheet tied into a bow, polished off with a shiny orange juggling ball taped to the middle of it. For decoration. Or course.
"I'm fresh out of money, I'm afraid, but I do happen to have this... bow... thingie. Will it do?"

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Oooh. Shiny and orange.

But it was best not to seem too eager.

Artoo made an "ehhhh" noise, just to see what else he might get out of the deal.

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Valentine was running out of options, here. After all, he had spent what was left of his impromptu budget for the first movie on dinner with Will last night.
"I can also offer you a fish," he decided. "Or juggling lessons."

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Artoo beeped excitedly about the second option, then whirred towards the bow.

Both of those, please!

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Valentine considered for a moment, then shrugged and equipped the wee droid with the large bow.
He'd work out how in the world to teach the little guy to juggle somehow. The film was precious enough for that, certainly.
"You can collect on those lessons whenever you want to, then," Valentine decided. "In the meantime, working on your... um... 'hand'... 'eye' coordination might be a good way to prepare for them."

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Artoo chirped happily, then opened a hole on the top of dome and shot out a copy of the movie towards Valentine.

His aim was excellent.

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Valentine caught the movie and grinned.
"Well then, I suppose you won't have to worry too much about that, then, will you?" He mused for a moment more. "But how well do you catch?"
He tucked the movie into his pocket, pulled out a ball, and tilted his head to the side. This was bound to be an interesting juggling pupil.

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After a moment of thought, Artoo extended his roboclaw and let out an electronic "ready!" chirp.

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With but one claw, this was certainly bound to be a tricky student. But Valentine was determined, and he would find a way. He lobbed the ball in a slow underhand arc toward his determined little cameraman-domebucket-thingie.

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Artoo batted it back towards Valentine, tweetling proudly.

He hadn't quite figured out the juggling concept.

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Valentine caught the ball and stared at it for a moment, then shrugged and lobbed it back at Artoo.
"Not exactly catching, but it's a fine start if you don't mind juggling with a partner," he decided.

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Artoo made a distinctly "wheee!" noise as he sent the ball flying back towards Valentine.

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"Enjoying that, are you?" Valentine considered this for a moment more, then pulled out another ball. "Think you can keep up with two, then?"
If he could pull off partner juggling with a one-clawed-camera-bucket, then he'd be rather thrilled indeed.

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Artoo was momentarily stymied, but as long as the balls didn't come too quickly he was able to keep up.

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Valentine made a point to juggle the two balls for a few beats before throwing one or the other at Artoo. It was easy enough, really. All he had to do was throw a ball at the little bucket-guy every so often so that he wasn't left out, then catch it and incorporate it back into his own juggling.
"Not half bad," he decided. "Pretty good, actually, given that you're using only one arm."

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Artoo spun around in a happy circle, beeping to himself.

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Valentine chuckled at this.
"I'd say that you're very nearly a certified juggler, just so long as you have a partner who knows what they're doing."
Right. Just like he was a certified lion tamer, so long as there was no actual lion about.

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Artoo burbled out a happy thank you, then raced out the door.

Weird little droid.