Current Planning Thread
Donnel couldn't have been more pleased at the surge of interest in his little company. He'd spread the word at key places around campus and the town, hoping to test the waters. The response he'd gotten was absolutely thrilling, enough so that he decided to start making things a bit more official. Placing down one last plate of food, he smiled at the room he had in the apartment he'd paid for to start his production company.
The building was towards the outskirts of town, the windows blocked with heavy drapes and otherwise looking as innocuous as possible. The symbol of a feather had been drawn over the doorway, a marker that those interested in joining his company could use to find their way. Despite his efforts to make everything legal, he had to take other precautions to ensure the safety and privacy of anyone thinking of joining. It wasn't any fun if others were hurt by what he was trying to do, after all.
The wide-open space was filled with tables and chairs, situated around a projector he'd rigged. He had a little presentation set up, a business pitch of sorts, then after everything was said and done he'd see who wanted to join. If anyone didn't feel right, they could leave with no questions asked. He couldn't wait for the first to join, anxiously watching the door and listening for any knocks.
Donnel couldn't have been more pleased at the surge of interest in his little company. He'd spread the word at key places around campus and the town, hoping to test the waters. The response he'd gotten was absolutely thrilling, enough so that he decided to start making things a bit more official. Placing down one last plate of food, he smiled at the room he had in the apartment he'd paid for to start his production company.
The building was towards the outskirts of town, the windows blocked with heavy drapes and otherwise looking as innocuous as possible. The symbol of a feather had been drawn over the doorway, a marker that those interested in joining his company could use to find their way. Despite his efforts to make everything legal, he had to take other precautions to ensure the safety and privacy of anyone thinking of joining. It wasn't any fun if others were hurt by what he was trying to do, after all.
The wide-open space was filled with tables and chairs, situated around a projector he'd rigged. He had a little presentation set up, a business pitch of sorts, then after everything was said and done he'd see who wanted to join. If anyone didn't feel right, they could leave with no questions asked. He couldn't wait for the first to join, anxiously watching the door and listening for any knocks.