Introducing... Marty

[theworstmagician]

WHO || Marty Faraday and [OPEN]. Feel free to start your own side threads that have nothing to do with him, too!
WHAT || Slashercon, a modestly-sized horror convention in New Jersey, has a special guest: B-movie actor and future Knight Martin Faraday, star of Glam Rock Vampires.
WHERE || A hotel in Newark, NJ.
WHEN || Some nebulous time in early-mid February
HOW || Actionspam or Prose!

Marty's got a love-hate relationship with these convention gigs. They're few and far between for him-- he's not exactly a hot commodity, never has been-- but when they happen. Wow. Really puts into perspective how he hasn't made it to the big leagues yet. These things are like a gathering of the world's most pathetic people, all in one hotel. Washed-up stars still cashing in on one movie from thirty years ago, geeks in shitty costumes, desperate retailers trying to hawk their collectible figurines.

Marty absolutely loves these people.

And why shouldn't he? They give him exactly what he craves: attention. Sure, he'd never hang out with any of these losers out in the real world, but here? In the ballroom of the hotel? He's a fucking star, and these are his adoring fans. They've actually seen his movies, which, okay, isn't really a big feat, since he's been in some major pictures (as an extra or bit part, admittedly). But that's not it. They've seen the movies where he actually has a leading or supporting role-- a talking role. And not only that, but they've seen more than one. And a few extremely dedicated people? They even dress up like characters from his movies.

So, he sits at his table, which has... a modest line. Okay, a small line. A very small line. It's evening and the con's starting to wind down for the night. But the size of the line doesn't matter: what matters is these people are here to see him. He leans back in his chair, sunglasses propped up on his head as he takes sips from a bottle of Coke (and rum, heavy on the rum). With a lazy grin, he waits for his next adoring fan-- or person who's mistaking him for someone else; that happens quite a lot.

Comments

not nearly as sorry as I should be

[meta]

[You might think Deadpool is in costume, given the red and black... costume he's wearing, but that's actually his usual outfit. He pads on over and drops the singed head of a life-sized Robert Pattison cardboard cut-out.]

Ohmigosh this is so exciting! Can you sign right across the eyeballs?

Re: not nearly as sorry as I should be

[theworstmagician]

[Marty should realize that there's something wrong with a grown man carrying around a singed cardboard cut-out head that looks an awful lot like his own... But he doesn't! He just nods, like, of course he can sign across the eyeballs, what a reasonable request.]

Yeah, sure. [Out comes the pen. It's silver and sparkles a little, like Edward Cullen. Finally, he seems to notice something's... off. He holds up the head, giving it a scrutinizing stare.] They make cutouts of me now?

[He grins.]

Awesome.

[And so he signs it.]

[meta]

Shower curtains too! I would have brought that one too but the woman in the shower blasted my head with magic. [He shrugs, these things happen.] Of course, then I realized it was actually a nice floral pattern, not your face, so no big loss.

[badexample]

[Andrew is SO FUCKING STOKED for Slashercon okay. He's been talking about it for months. Know why? Because Martin fucking Faraday is gonna be there, bitches!!

Andrew may or may not have a small man crush on him. It's a cult following thing. Basically, he's a super fan and has watched every movie a million times.

His favorite though? Mardi Gras Zombie! So Andrew is in full costume, dressed as Marty's character- the beloved Bacchus Zombie #7. He will be shambling around the con to bump into just about anyone. Also he has beads to give out. Just saying, ladies.

Eventually, he gets the nerve to head up to the signing table. He's got his dvd of Mardi Gras Zombie ready to be signed!!! Oh my gosh, quivering with excitement!]

[theworstmagician]

[It takes Marty a moment to recognize the costume-- hey, it's been a while since he'd acted in Mardi Gras Zombie-- but when he gets it, takes in the majesty of the Bacchus Zombie #7 costume, he lights up with a grin. This, this is a True Fan. They're rare, but a huge ego boost. He leans forward in his seat, looking the dude up and down, and holds out his hand for the DVD.]

You know, most of my fans like to dress up like David Bowie. [That being his biggest role to date. Never mind that Marty really doesn't look like the guy at all. That's what you get with a shoestring budget.] Well done.

[badexample]

[ohmygodohmygodohmygod Marty Faraday is talking to him. AND COMPLIMENTING HIM. Andrew sort of looks like he might cry. He has also forgotten how to function like a person and doesn't know how to respond... or how to hand over the dvd he brought to sign.

He will just stand here frozen in fanboy awe for a moment or two longer. He'll either snap out of it soon or maybe someone can snap him out of it.]

[sorceresslite]

[ tbh ella is not a fan. SORRY MARTY. she is a fan of getting out of the castle and going on adventures, but not so much the movies, they were andrew's thing that she adopted out of some form of osmosis probably.

which is why she is not starstruck. she nudges andrew, trying to get him to hand over the dvd, but she's too gentle so she tries again. punching him in the side (atk 20 total). ] Oh for fuck's sake, Andrew, hand it over and shut your gob, you're drooling!