Snippet 6d

"Alright folks, here's the deal." Christi said, looking over at the conference room full of grave faces. "You are officially trapped here until we can manage to get this whole paparazzi thing under control. No one is allowed to leave. You can, of course, get to your rooms and all that jazz - but no going out. If there's something you absolutely need we have people here that can get it for you. Otherwise, you're all just going to have to deal."

No one really knew how to respond to that. Everyone glanced at each other, trying to get an expression to go off of, but no one was offering anything more than blank looks.

Chris spoke first. "So...uh...are we still shooting and stuff, then? Or are we...kind of on hold?"

"Oh we're shooting stuff." Christi assured them immediately. "We just...can't go anywhere else but shooting and rooms."

"So no bar?" Chris asked, looking a little thunderstruck. "...wait, wait, that...um...that won't work..."

"Can we have one imported?" Luke asked curiously.

"No and no." Christi said, looking at them both. "You're going to have to deal with what we have here. If you need something, we'll have someone go and get it for you."

"Seriously?" Jon asked with a groan. "I can't just stay indoors this whole time!"

"Yes you can."

"We'll run away." Chris said dramatically.

"Then you'll get carried off by the paps. Have fun with that." Mel said, giving him a look.

"I am scared," Anton announced feebly.

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