Ok, I had the weirdest, and most awesome dream last night.
So Burn Gorman and John Barrowman are in a elevator, JB: ...Burn why are you dressed like that? BG: ...it's a convention. You dress up. That's what you do? Why aren't you dressed up? JB: *gives 'Oh you are so adorable' look* Burn, the fangirls dress up. We're actors. They dress up as us. BG: ....oh. *pout* Why do they get all the fun?
And I'm standing in the back corner like "O_O OMFG" And acting like I'm in Jurassic Park, and they're T-Rex's so if I stand really, really, really still and don't breathe or make a noise they won't notice, and call security on me for being near them.
Then the elevator comes to a screeching halt with a jerk, and I go down hard. They notice me. The loud swearing and holding my head, where I hit it on the hand rail, might have given me away.
So they're like "Oh hey, a injured fangirl!" after they finish with the "OMFG why did the elevator stop?!" phone call, and I freeze again while Burn Gorman is like: BG: See? *waves backback* I knew it was a good idea to come in character. I have a med kit! ...I'm not a doctor, but I play one on TV. JB: *eyeballs* ...you totally stole that off set didn't you? BG: ....*shifty eyes* Um... maybe. Well you killed me! Three times! It's not like you need it! JB: I did not kill you! And It was only twice! BG: I mean the show! And it was three! First I got shot, then I died a minute after you groped me back from the dead, then I got turned to dust by radiation. Three!
And I'm sitting there during this whole argument, bleeding and not moving, and not breathing like "...dude, who slipped drugs into my breakfast?" then they notice me again, and turn to fussing over me, since apparently being stuck in a elevator is boring, and coddling a injured fangirl is amusing. ....although I'm pretty sure there's not supposed to be that much groping, or clothes removal in checking a head innjury... *eyes John* Now I know where Jack got his first aid education.