𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒏

⸻ floor manager for cwb's mystery inc.!

[farrahthefan]

𝒇𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒉 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒛𝒂 aka 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑛 ⸻  most recently hired to be the 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑟 of cwb's latest production of 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒄.! affiliated with @coolsvillehq / do not follow or interact if not a part of the group!

dossier. visage. aesthetics. interactions.

[farrahthefan]

who: farrah & grace ( @bvrntouts ) where: outside of the hair trailer when: the cast party, early evening / night

The door to the hair trailer had opened with the chatter of some of the female cast within it, Farrah calling out a reminder for them to check with her if they needed anything. It was her job, after all, wasn't it? Make sure everyone's ducks were in a row so that Lillard could have the smoothest production possible. And Farrah's Type A overt perfectionism efficiency was cut out for the job. She was even spending more of the cast party checking on others than allowing herself to party. When you're forty... she'd joke to herself. She couldn't quite knock back shots like she used to when she was these actresses' ages.

As she stepped down from the trailer, she spotted a missing figure, and her eyes widened. "Grace!" she called out with a bright grin, instantly recognizing the girl from the headshot amongst her grid of who was what in this show. Grace Hsu (bolded), Shaggy Rogers (italicized). So unique!

"Sorry, I should introduce myself properly," she was quick to apologize, a laugh escaping her lips as she walked over and extended her hand to shake. "I'm Farrah Mendoza. I'm going to be the floor manager. I've just been studying who everyone is, and I recognized you from my notes. I'm so excited to be working with you! The other ladies are in the hair trailer if you're looking to join them!"

[farrahthefan]

who: farrah & andrew ( @atsands ) where: outside and amongst the alleyways of cast & crew trailers when: the cast party, as the sun is starting to set on the studio lot

The Los Angeles sky was starting to glow pinks and purples as the sun set on the studio lot and the party was picking up amongst the cast and crew. Farrah had already been running herself ragged going back and forth and ensuring that everyone was having a good time and finding what they needed. Was it necessarily her job to be working right now? No, but it was in her nature. She wanted to meet as many people as she could tonight and build rapport with them, especially since she'd be working with them as the floor manager. Better to meet them in a casual circumstance than when she had to go full business mode later, right?

Her eyes had lit up when she spotted Andrew, the resident influencer. She had done some research on everyone she would be working with, and she had loved his worked. His unique art style and medium had instantly caught her attention, and she was quick to close the gap between them.

"Andrew, right?" she greeted with a warm grin, extending her right hand to shake. "I'm Farrah. I'm gonna be the floor manager, but I wanted to introduce myself and tell you that I adore your painted shoes. I'd love to talk to you about commissioning a pair sometime!"

[kayaaizawa]

Kaya knows her way around words, around smiles, around making sure she speaks the right "languages" while hiding the wrong. Hollywood culture is no mystery to her. However, that makes her presence at these parties all the more exhausting to endure; holding onto this knowledge that she must act a certain way and be careful. To the more keen eyed, she is tense and tired. Aloof, even, in certain moments when it looks like there is a lull in conversation. The last thing she wants to do is let down her guard and be caught frowning or staring too hard.

(Her mind drifted briefly to the look the Director gave her during his speech. Perhaps Kaya's eyes had narrowed too much in response.)

But, just for a moment, her guard is let down as Farrah catches her eye. Her body tenses, knowing her mask of polite indifference is threatened. It is only because of this that Kaya's smile is somewhat forced as she watches her old acquaintance approach. Perhaps, friend. It was not an easy task to make friends for Kaya, but Farrah was always warm enough to consider one in the loosest definition. She hadn't seen the other since their last project, but Kaya truly liked her coworker; they both usually always had the same creative spark and ideas. It was one of the biggest true reliefs to have Farrah on the same team while they worked on this project.

"Farrah," Kaya greeted warmly, allowed herself to relax just a little. She acquiesced to the embrace, returning it for a short time. "And I'm very happy to see you too," she replied, her smile more genuine now. She meant it. And at least now Kaya didn't have to talk to people she didn't want to. "Come on," she said, tugging at her hand. "Let's go to the drinks, I am quickly running out of soda." No alcohol tonight; she had no date and drove herself over. "Unless I'm stealing you from your date tonight?" Kaya's gaze drifted around, searching for any eyes that might be on Farrah.

[farrahthefan]

Farrah knew that friend was a loose term in Hollywood, more often replaced with labels like acquaintance, colleague, and fellow soldier. Still, as Farrah worked from project to project, she mentally sorted people into different categories in her brain: people she'd greet warmly at any crossing (like Kaya), people she'd give a polite "Caucasian smile" to, and people she wouldn't piss on even if they were on fire. It was good to see a friendly, familiar face on the staff, especially on a project that meant the world to Farrah.

Her eyebrows rose when Kaya took her hand started to tug her, stumbling along with a soft laugh at the implications of a date. "Me? No, no. No mixing business with pleasure for me," she teased. Farrah frankly worked too hard to put much stock in her love life. She saved that for bingeing Love Island to turn her brain off and living vicariously through the victories amongst the trashy romances. "But I will happily get a soda with you. Lead the way, babe!" She wasn't planning on drinking much, if at all, tonight either. She knew she could order an Uber, but she'd rather stay in business mode and on top of her game.

[legendaree]

It's Farrah.

Right, like Fawcett. He remembered seeing her name on his list of who to know for this production, and as if on cue to his own thoughts she was explaining how her parents were big into Charlie's Angels. That tracked with the name choice. But then she was turning it on him, reminding him his name was unique as well. It made him relax a little, snorting a short sound of amusement. She teased the idea of thinking it was a stage name only to declare it wasn't before he could. It furrowed his brow with an expression before he was letting his eyebrows go back to neutral. He glanced down at the hand she still had on him despite the space he'd put between them, staring at it a moment while he responded, "Guess my parents really liked cars..."

He drew his gaze back to her as he shifted out of her touch, moving to shove his hands into the pockets of his jeans he wore. They were a dark denim to compliment the leopard print short sleeve button down he had on. Casual, but fun. You know? He had fretted over it a little too much prior to arriving at the party, but felt it showed a piece of who he was. A stand out, but a unique one that could blend in or slip away if he needed to. Like he had. And then he--

He exhaled a breath and offered Farrah a smile, "You're the uh... floor manager, right? The ol' ball and chain of the set--" that was a terrible joke. His face fell a bit, awkwardly clearing his throat and shifting his weight before trying again, "I just mean, you keep everyone in line and things going forward..."

[farrahthefan]

Guess my parents really liked cars.

The teasing sentiment in return had a soft laugh escaping Farrah's lips, her shoulders visibly relaxing from her mentally smacking herself for the awkward joke she had tried to make. She knew that tonight was supposed to be about celebrating and relaxing, but she was admittedly on edge almost more than ever. This project was a dream in so many ways for her, and she was so scared of it being ripped from under her feet if she stepped wrong. While others were doing shots in trailers, she was bouncing back and forth, feeling like the Neighborhood Elder in how she checked in rather than partook.

The ol' ball and chain of the set --

The timing of that comment meeting right with her own thoughts had her releasing a quiet laugh. "No, you're not wrong about that. I'm the resident Fun Police, I guess," she teased with a soft tug at a corner of her lips. "Though tonight, I'm making sure everyone's having fun. Are you? How can I fix that if not?" It was mostly a joke to play into the whole service of it all, but honestly, that had been the vibe of the evening so far.

[legendaree]

What was he doing? What was he thinking? It was the first day on the job and here he was making stupid choices. He didn't even have a full reason to why he'd gone and done something like that, but he'd done well to put a stop to it and put distance there. He had to. Needed to. He was still trying to get over things with Tara. Sure, yeah, okay that was six months back! But! He'd been with the woman four years prior to that and now... fuck. No. He wasn't going to be that guy who put himself in line with someone so quickly because he was high and enjoying a conversation. He needed to clear his head, needed to--

When he'd found himself slamming into someone as he rushed quickly through the lot his hands had been quick to reach out, catching the other as they did him. He steadied himself and them, the two coming to a standing position in close proximity as she exclaimed her thoughts. She asked where the fire-- no, fucking fire was and he shook his head out with a blink. His eyes focused in on who she was and he gave pause realizing she was another member of the crew, someone he'd seen around and between things.

God, what was her name? Sarah? No. Definitely not Tara. It rhymed with both and started with... K? No. Shit. Fuck. He blinked again before realizing she was waiting for him to say something, her large brown eyes peering up at him through long lashes in expectation. "Uh," he looked down at the way he was still holding her arms and quickly released, stepping back with a flush from either embarrassment or his high, "No-- No fire. I was just..." he glanced back at the direction he'd come from then down at her, quickly trying to find himself in conversation rather than excuse, "Sorry, I... what's your name again? I know it's something wild in comparison to most." He was teasing, but did it come off as that...?

[farrahthefan]

Somewhere, deep within the confines of her four inch production binder, Farrah had a color printed dossier of everyone's names, jobs, and headshots. It was something that she had constructed on Google Docs and had printed off herself, something she did on any set she worked in. She'd study it weeks before arriving on set so she knew names and faces. Of course, sometimes it got a little tough with seeing a face in three dimensions for the first time, but it was how she remained efficient! It was how she proved she was approachable and friendly! Especially on a production like this that meant so much to her.

She could see it as plain as day when her eyes landed on him: brown hair that was freshly cut and well groomed, a tropical button down, those matching large brown eyes. The text underneath it was written in 14 pt. Arial: Ford Sheridan (bolded), stunt coordinator (italicized).

She blinked herself back to reality when she realized he was asking for her name, a reminder that the rest of the world didn't always operate to her Type A efficacy or mania. "Oh! It's Farrah," she informed with an exhale of a laugh, one hand dropping from his arm as the other came up to tuck her hair behind her ear. "My parents were big fans of Charlie's Angels back in the 70s... but you have a unique name yourself, Ford Sheridan. If I hadn't done my research, I would have asked if that was a stage name. And it's not!" The last sentence came out like she was trying to reveal a fun fact, but why would she try to prove a point to the guy who owned the name? Yeesh, Farrah...

[farrahthefan]

Although Los Angeles boasted millions of residents, Hollywood truly was a small town at the end of the day. Once one was in the industry and had a few projects under their belt, it wasn't uncommon to run into the same faces between projects. It was no exception between Farrah and @kayaaizawa, who had been hired onto the writing team. Their IMDB credits pages had some similarities when stacked between the two, and it was particularly refreshing to see a familiar face on a new project when the rapport and vibes were good.

Parties were a common environment for Farrah to brush elbows with Kaya, and the cast party was certainly not going to be any exception. Farrah was floating about the party, never truly staying in one place as the sun was setting on the lot in order to ensure that everyone was having a good time. When she found Kaya, a bright grin found her features as she stepped up to her old friend(?).

"Well, well, well, we meet again," she teased in a playfully dramatic tone, releasing a laugh as she held her arms open for an offering to Kaya. "I'm so excited to see you here!"

[emmaperkins]

LAUREN LOPEZ / CINDERELLA'S CASTLE CAST REVEAL ( 2024 )

[inkliinng]

It’s been a while since I’ve made notes.

[farrahthefan]

Getting the job for the newest reboot of her childhood favorite was a dream, to say the very least. It was as if everything that Little Farrah had started working so hard for was coming to life. She had worked her absolute ass off every step of the way in order to get exactly where she was. When she had heard about Lillard's big plan, she knew she had to be here and nothing would stop her from doing so.

Tonight was the first night of what she knew was going to be a memory she'd never forget. She had organized several moving parts for the cast party, whether that was specifically her jurisdiction or not. She just wanted to ensure that this was going to go off without a hitch, that Lillard himself could enjoy his own reapings. She was here to prove that she was efficient and passionate.

She had been walking across the lot when she was nearly bowled over by a towering presence, one that had her brown eyes widening as her hands shot out to grab at @legendaree to steady themselves. "Whoa, hey! Watch it!" she insisted. "Where's the fucking fire?!"

[emmaperkins]

LAUREN LOPEZ ARTISTS ON ARTISTS ON ARTISTS ON ARTISTS PODCAST ( JULY 2024 )

[farrahthefan]

name ⸻ farrah mendoza trope ⸻ the franchise fan age ⸻ forty gender ⸻ cisfemale pronouns ⸻ she / her

important information:

was born and raised in rancho mirage, california - right in the middle of coachella valley and palm springs

her father builds sets for film and television. he has a workshop in palm springs and one in los angeles. he's getting older, but he refuses to let the craft go. her mother is a retired elementary school counselor in rancho mirage.

she is the oldest of three. she has a younger brother, who is married with three kids, and a younger sister that is married and expecting her first child. she loves being an aunt.

she has loved scooby doo ever since she was a little kid, but watching the 1998 version inspired her to go to film school after high school and enter the industry.

she graduated with her bachelor's in film studies and quickly started working as a production assistant on various sets. 

she's incredibly efficient and dependable, and her work ethic helped her network from producers and directors to be able to make a living out of the work.

now eighteen years into the industry, farrah is assigned as the floor manager of the latest iteration of scooby doo in order to oversee the production and ensure that it runs as smoothly as possible. 

she currently lives in an apartment in north hollywood with a stray black cat that adopted her when it wandered up. she named him binx. he's her main squeeze.

her positive traits are that she's very organized, reliable, and is willing to drop everything to help someone else. she's got giant big sister/maternal energy. she's a good, warm presence to be around. she's also very excitable and eager.

her negative traits would be that she's a workaholic, which has gotten in the way of her personal life at times. she has been called a bitch a time or two in situations where she's needed to be stern. she's not afraid to bark and bite if need be.

[farrahthefan]

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