VOLUNTEER 06 cannot stay cool today they park themselves in front of a box fan in the corner
Jamie was riding the edge of a hangover. A bad hangover that was working its way out of his pores in stale alcohol and sweat. He looked around the auditorium on entry, his eyebrows tugged together and down a fraction and Jamie pulled a copy of the script out of his bag and threw himself down in front of the box-fan in the corner, leafing through scenes to find like, moments where he'd sketched out choreography for when he was called upon by Ren to do his like, thing. He interrupted the Occupation Box Fan only long enough to sketch out steps for like, the willing volunteers (clutching coffee every four-count called out from the corner) and returned to it with the inevitability of a boomerang. Sweat ran down his back, down his neck and under his arms and when they were done with the basics, Jamie lay on his back on the floor and tried to absorb cool from the hardwood with limited (miserable) success.