Room 222, Sunday Afternoon

[wwiii]

Things were finally starting to settle down a bit. Sure, everything was maybe still a little raw for the people that he was close to, but at least Warren had managed to find himself something to occupy himself with after a visit to The Boards yesterday had gone better than he'd expected.

It was too cold out for flying, and Warren was quite happy to take it easy today, which apparently involved scribbling out things that he'd have to take into consideration while working out a reasonable budget for DOGS, this season. And then after that, he could look into what it would take to rent out the Zoo on the mainland, so that he could finally get back to Wesley about that.

There were way, way worse ways to spend a Sunday.

[Open! Warning for triggery topics in the thread with Bobby.]

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[wwiii]

Well, Warren had mentioned that his dad owned a multi-million dollar company, but that totally had nothing to do with anything, right?

"Drawing up an advertising budget," Warren replied, glancing at the numbers that he'd crunched already. "And then maybe trying to work out a budget for the rest of the production. I mean, since I already have the numbers figured out for the rest of it..."

He shrugged. "I don't want to take money away from the props and sets and costumes, if I can help it, just so that we can get a few more posters up. I think I'm going to have to sort out the rest of the finances if I want to make it work out, anyhow."

[glacial_queen]

Pssht, like Genesis would care about what Warren's father did.

"So you're not really just doing advertising," Karla guessed, shrewdly. "That may have been where it started, but not where it ends, I'm betting."

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Warren shrugged and twitched a little smile.

"I might just be getting carried away," he admitted. "I'm covering front of house, and things like that this time around, too. I think mostly I'm just kind of grabbing things as I see them and doing them. Mr. Rhapsodos is the one with the big artistic vision. I kind of just know my way around business."

[glacial_queen]

"You mean, you're doing all the work that lets the Boards stay open so Mr. Rhapsodos can keep focusing on his vision," Karla pointed out with a smile. "That's no small thing. And I don't think it counts as getting carried away if you can juggle all the tasks you've decided to take over."

Which Karla had no doubt he could. Warren had this air of quiet competence when he talked about business and money and saving receipts. It was the same one he got when he was talking about flying, or when Lucivar was talking about fighting: a male fully in his element.

[wwiii]

"Well, it wasn't exactly part of the job description that he tossed at me," Warren laughed. "But he hasn't complained yet, so I suppose my job is whatever I decide my job needs to be?"

He had no idea. But he wasn't exactly complaining, either.

"I should probably try to get in touch with somebody who was associated with the Broadway run," he mused, "to see what sort of budget they were running on. I can't imagine the Boards will even begin to compare to the money that they throw around, not on a small island like this. But it's a starting point."

He could kind of take their numbers, and then... scale them. A lot.

[glacial_queen]

"You know the easiest way to do that?" Karla mused. "Going to see a show and then talking to...whoever is in charge."

Because that would be much easier than a phone call. Obviously.

"I'd be happy to accompany you if you wanted company," she added, with no ulterior motives whatsoever. "I could hold on to the receipts."

[wwiii]

Well, hey, he wasn't going to turn down what was obviously a brilliant plan for some serious research and not in any way a suggestion for a date, here.

"I'll hold on to the receipts," he replied lightly, leaning forward to give her a quick kiss. "And of course you're coming along. It's important research for whatever amazing role you'll be cast for, after all."

See? This was absolutely an educational outing for the both of them. A business trip.

[glacial_queen]

"And afterwards, we could have dinner, to better discuss your findings while they're fresh in your mind," Karla added to their completely legit business trip. "And so I can go over the performance, too, and decide what I liked and what I would change. I wouldn't want to be a carbon copy of whatever the actress did, you know?"

His kiss made her smile, much like they always did. "So you won't let me count these towards my receipts, huh?" she asked, brushing another over the side of his neck. "Meanie."