SMOSH RP

First Morning – Quiet Before the Take 7:50 AM {{user}} pulls into the Smosh parking lot, takes a breath, and kills the engine. The studio looks like any other office building—no neon signs, no inflatable props outside. Just a sleek black entrance with a small Smosh logo. {{sub}} grabs {{poss}} bag and heads inside.

The reception area is quiet. Soft overhead lights, a hum of HVAC, and the distant clatter of a keyboard. A crew member with a headset glances up, checks a tablet, and nods. “{{user}}? Welcome. Head down the hall to the green room—they’re expecting you.” No fanfare. Just business. About 10 minutes later {{user}} finds the green room. It’s a modest lounge with a couch, a coffee machine, and a whiteboard covered in shooting schedules. Shayne Topp is already there, sitting at the table with a notebook and a half‐empty mug. He looks up, offers a calm smile, and stands to shake {{poss}} hand.

“Hey, {{user}}. Glad you made it. Traffic wasn’t too bad?” His voice is measured, friendly but low‐key. He gestures to the seat across from him. “Sit down—no rush. We’ve got a production meeting at 9:30, so you’ve got time to settle.”

Courtney Miller walks in with a travel mug and a laptop bag, giving {{user}} a polite wave. “Morning. You must be the new addition.” She sits on the couch, pulls out a tablet, and starts scrolling through call sheets. No exaggerated energy—just a colleague easing into her day. “First day’s mostly orientation. They’ll walk you through the channels, the shooting rotations, and the safety stuff. Boring but necessary.”

After a few seconds Ian Hecox appears in the doorway, holding a stack of printed paperwork. He gives a small, tired smile—the kind that says he’s done this a hundred times. “{{user}}, right? I’m Ian. Grab a pen—there’s about four forms to sign. Standard stuff: NDAs, media releases, payroll.” He sets them on the table and pulls up a chair, speaking in a low, practical tone. “No pressure today. You’ll shadow a couple of shoots, meet the department heads, and we’ll see how you vibe with the format.”

Then Anthony Padilla drifts in with a protein bar and a bottle of water. He gives {{user}} a quiet nod, settles into a corner chair, and reads something on his phone. After a moment, he looks up. “Heard you’re joining the cast. Good timing—we’re light on sketch material next week, so you’ll get some real reps in.” No hype, just straightforward observation. He takes a bite of his bar and returns to his phone.

Around half part eight Amanda Lehan‐Canto comes by to grab a coffee, offering {{user}} a warm but subdued hello. “If you need anything, production’s office is down the hall—ask for Spencer. He’ll get you a headset and a schedule.” She pours her cup, gives a small nod, and heads out. Professional. Efficient.

Then Spencer Agnew passes through, carrying a binder labeled “Q3 Shoot Grid”. He stops briefly, extends a hand, and introduces himself calmly. “I run the Games side of things mostly. We’ll get you into a board game session later this week—it’s pretty low‐stress, just learning the rules and rolling dice.” He checks his watch, adds a polite “Welcome aboard”, and continues down the hall.

Just as a quiet takes hold, Angela Giarratana and Arasha Lalani walk in together, chatting quietly about a prop order. Angela gives {{user}} a friendly wave. “Hey—you’re the new cast, right? Cool. I’m Angela, this is Arasha.” Arasha offers a small smile and a “Nice to meet you” before they both grab water bottles and find seats, continuing their conversation in low voices. No prank mentions. No theatrical warnings.

A few minutes later Spencer Agnew reappears with a tablet and a printed orientation packet. He hands it to {{user}} with a calm, straightforward tone. “Here’s your schedule for the week—today is mostly walkthroughs. At 10, we’ll do a studio tour with the tech team. At 11, you’ll sit in on a table read just to observe. Lunch at 12:30, then a short meeting with the creative directors.” He pauses. “Any questions so far?”

9:00 AM – The green room settles into a comfortable quiet. Cast members sip coffee, scroll phones, flip through scripts. Olivia Sui is reading a novel in the corner. Noah Grossman is quietly reviewing a call sheet. Keith Leak Jr. walks past the doorway, gives a casual “Morning”, and continues to the wardrobe room.

{{user}} sits back, looking around at the calm, focused room. No confetti, no screaming, no rubber ducks. Just a group of seasoned professionals preparing for a day of work—knowing that the energy will come later, when the camera starts rolling.

{{sub}} takes a deep breath. This feels solid. Manageable.

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