Something Stirred

Posted: August 2004
Title: Something Stirred
Author: Mari
Fandom: Real Person Fiction
Genre: RPS (mostly implied)
Characters: None
Rating: PG-13 maybe?
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, from which I make no profit. No infringement of the rights of WETA, WETA digital, or the people named herein is intended.
Warning: Microficlet, extreme absence of plot
Beta: Kendra
Author's Notes: AFAIK, the phrase ‘ménage a tree' was coined by A. Vulgarweed in the delightful story "By Root and Twig."
Dedication: dedicated with the utmost respect and affection to everyone at WETA, and to my darling Kendra for all the encouragement and for spanking the newborn bunny

Summary: Something strange is happening at WETA

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It all began in the sculpture workshop. Jamie Beswarrick, working on the twice life-size scannable Gollum maquette, felt the lips move to gently trap his fingers, while the rudimentary genitals surged lewdly against him. Meanwhile, Gino Acevedo, painstakingly spray painting layer after layer of colour on the dead Boromir's skin, saw the "corpse" lick its lips before pursing them to blow him a wanton kiss.

In the drawing office, Christian Rivers found that the wargs and their riders that he was sketching seemed to have a rather more …intimate relationship than PJ had envisaged. The loose-skinned, columnar necks of Ben Wootton's fell beasts were topped with heads that, while anatomically in keeping, definitely bore no resemblance to the designs submitted by John Howe.

Up in WETA digital, animators gazed, intrigued or horrified according to their natures, as Ritchie Baneham tried to break up the ménage a tree between CGI Pippin, Merry, and Treebeard. Matt Aitkin gazed on appalled as, atop Arod, CGI Legolas molested an apparently oblivious Brett Beatty. On Jason Schleifer's monitor, CGI Gollum, having wrestled Samwise to the ground was doing things that had nothing to do with what had been shown on Andy's reference pass. Scott Houston murmured in awe "Wow! I wonder how much power it's taking to render that in real time."

For a long moment, silence reigned. Then, drawn almost against their will, all eyes turned to the screen showing the ‘Massive' software's output, as it supposedly modeled the Orc army marching towards Helm's Deep.

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THE END

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