Chapter 43: Horace
“Think of it like a 3D green-screen,” Costa said as he was fluffing up Ira’s curls.
“Okay. How should I stand?” she asked.
“You’ll take a standing pose, then we’ll do action poses. We’ll take plenty of snaps so we have a lot to work with. Just do your thing, trust me, it looks menacing,” Costa said, prepping up the gear.
The cyberscan spot was a raised octagonal section. Strips of white LEDs on the rods gave a uniform light on the subject, while about thirty cameras rigged with wires sent the pics to a computer. Ira put on a chainmail, an actual chainmail from the props closet, which was made for a man, so it became a dress for her.
“Bring me a bat, please, Horace?” Costa said, setting up his computer.
“Sure.” Horace went to the prop closet, it was full of various
