Belt-and-braces: full character descriptions injected into all 86 scene prompts across three packs

Co-Authored-By: Claude Fable 5 <noreply@anthropic.com>
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 ### ACT 1 — THE ERRAND
 a1s1_action [The Guy]
-Interior of a beige hatchback car at golden hour, suburban street outside the
+The Guy is a ludicrously handsome Hollywood action-hero errand-runner: chiseled jaw with precise stubble, windswept brown hair, tight gray henley with one torn sleeve, tactical cargo pants, a bandolier of plain silver cat-food cans across his chest, a crumpled paper note in one fist, no weapons ever. Interior of a beige hatchback car at golden hour, suburban street outside the
 windows. The Guy wrestles heroically with a jammed seatbelt shot like a
 submarine escape scene, then produces a single paperclip, holds it up to the
 light like a legendary blade, and picks the buckle free in dramatic slow motion.
@ -205,7 +205,7 @@ no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract
 designs with no lettering.
 a1s1_death [The Guy]
-Interior of a beige hatchback car. The jammed seatbelt suddenly retracts and
+The Guy is a ludicrously handsome Hollywood action-hero errand-runner: chiseled jaw with precise stubble, windswept brown hair, tight gray henley with one torn sleeve, tactical cargo pants, a bandolier of plain silver cat-food cans across his chest, a crumpled paper note in one fist, no weapons ever. Interior of a beige hatchback car. The jammed seatbelt suddenly retracts and
 cocoons The Guy in strap webbing until only his face pokes out, mummified in
 seatbelt, eyes blinking twice. The clip ends held on this frame. Static interior
 shot. 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink outlines, painterly gouache
@ -213,7 +213,7 @@ backgrounds, film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters
 and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 a1s2_action [The Guy]
-A quiet suburban car park at golden hour shot like a war zone: shopping trolleys
+The Guy is a ludicrously handsome Hollywood action-hero errand-runner: chiseled jaw with precise stubble, windswept brown hair, tight gray henley with one torn sleeve, tactical cargo pants, a bandolier of plain silver cat-food cans across his chest, a crumpled paper note in one fist, no weapons ever. A quiet suburban car park at golden hour shot like a war zone: shopping trolleys
 drift past like tumbleweeds, a pigeon scatters in slow motion. The Guy sprints
 low between parked cars, vaults a trolley, and rolls to cover behind a concrete
 pillar, cat-food cans glinting on his bandolier. Sweeping tracking shot. 1980s
@ -222,7 +222,7 @@ film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record
 sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 a1s2_death [The Guy]
-A quiet suburban car park. A runaway shopping trolley clips The Guy mid-heroic-
+The Guy is a ludicrously handsome Hollywood action-hero errand-runner: chiseled jaw with precise stubble, windswept brown hair, tight gray henley with one torn sleeve, tactical cargo pants, a bandolier of plain silver cat-food cans across his chest, a crumpled paper note in one fist, no weapons ever. A quiet suburban car park. A runaway shopping trolley clips The Guy mid-heroic-
 roll and he tumbles into a nest of forty tangled trolleys that fold around him
 like a bear trap, leaving one arm out giving a weak thumbs-up. The clip ends
 held on this frame. Static wide shot. 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink
@ -231,7 +231,7 @@ watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs
 with no lettering.
 a1s3_action ⑂ [The Guy + Becky]
-A record shop entrance blocked by a wall of chanting identical superfans in
+The Guy is a ludicrously handsome Hollywood action-hero errand-runner: chiseled jaw with precise stubble, windswept brown hair, tight gray henley with one torn sleeve, tactical cargo pants, a bandolier of plain silver cat-food cans across his chest, a crumpled paper note in one fist, no weapons ever. Becky is a superfan commander in her 20s: high ponytail, glitter war paint under her eyes, denim jacket armored with friendship bracelets and blank enamel pins, cargo skirt with water bottles and glow sticks, plain megaphone. A record shop entrance blocked by a wall of chanting identical superfans in
 friendship-bracelet jackets, arms linked. Becky stands atop a milk crate with
 her megaphone directing them with military hand signals as The Guy attempts a
 slow-motion running crowd-surf over the wall and is calmly passed backward by a
@ -241,7 +241,7 @@ text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank
 or abstract designs with no lettering.
 a1s3_death [The Guy]
-A wall of superfans at a shop doorway. The crowd absorbs The Guy entirely like a
+The Guy is a ludicrously handsome Hollywood action-hero errand-runner: chiseled jaw with precise stubble, windswept brown hair, tight gray henley with one torn sleeve, tactical cargo pants, a bandolier of plain silver cat-food cans across his chest, a crumpled paper note in one fist, no weapons ever. A wall of superfans at a shop doorway. The crowd absorbs The Guy entirely like a
 sea anemone taking in a fish — one boot is left sticking out of the wall of
 denim jackets, kicking once, then still. The clip ends held on this frame.
 Static medium shot. 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink outlines,
@ -250,7 +250,7 @@ all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no
 lettering.
 a1s4_action [The Guy]  (poster-frenzy — WORD 1 collectible scene: RSD)
-Outside the shop entrance, dusk. A blizzard of shredded paper poster fragments
+The Guy is a ludicrously handsome Hollywood action-hero errand-runner: chiseled jaw with precise stubble, windswept brown hair, tight gray henley with one torn sleeve, tactical cargo pants, a bandolier of plain silver cat-food cans across his chest, a crumpled paper note in one fist, no weapons ever. Outside the shop entrance, dusk. A blizzard of shredded paper poster fragments
 whirls around The Guy like a snow globe; he snatches fragments from the air one
 by one and holds them up, eyes widening as unseen meaning assembles, dramatic
 orchestral lighting. Slow push-in. 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink
@ -262,7 +262,7 @@ with no lettering.
 All four: flat dark charcoal background, waist-up, Barry only.
 barry_rant_1 [Barry]
-Flat dark charcoal background, even lighting. Barry clutches his vintage blank
+Barry is a pale doughy man in his 40s: patchy neckbeard, smudged rectangular glasses, too-small faded t-shirt with an abstract design, lanyard of blank badges, clutching a blank beige vintage computer-game box. Flat dark charcoal background, even lighting. Barry clutches his vintage blank
 game box and erupts into an outraged scholarly rant directly at camera, jabbing
 his finger at the viewer, flecks of spit, escalating disbelief, then folds his
 arms in disgusted finality. Static medium shot, waist-up. 1980s hand-drawn cel
@ -271,7 +271,7 @@ text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank
 or abstract designs with no lettering.
 barry_rant_2 [Barry]
-Flat dark charcoal background. Barry pinches the bridge of his nose under his
+Barry is a pale doughy man in his 40s: patchy neckbeard, smudged rectangular glasses, too-small faded t-shirt with an abstract design, lanyard of blank badges, clutching a blank beige vintage computer-game box. Flat dark charcoal background. Barry pinches the bridge of his nose under his
 glasses, takes a long-suffering breath, holds up one finger, begins a patient
 professorial correction that accelerates into wild gesticulation, ending with
 both hands raised to the heavens. Static medium shot, waist-up. 1980s hand-drawn
@ -280,7 +280,7 @@ text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank
 or abstract designs with no lettering.
 barry_approves [Barry]
-Flat dark charcoal background. Barry starts to point accusingly, hesitates,
+Barry is a pale doughy man in his 40s: patchy neckbeard, smudged rectangular glasses, too-small faded t-shirt with an abstract design, lanyard of blank badges, clutching a blank beige vintage computer-game box. Flat dark charcoal background. Barry starts to point accusingly, hesitates,
 slowly lowers the finger, nods grudging respect directly at camera, and wipes
 away a single proud tear behind his glasses. The clip ends held on the nod.
 Static medium shot, waist-up. 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink
@ -289,7 +289,7 @@ watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs
 with no lettering.
 barry_gameover [Barry]  (plays on GAME OVER)
-Flat dark charcoal background. Barry closes his eyes, hugs his blank game box to
+Barry is a pale doughy man in his 40s: patchy neckbeard, smudged rectangular glasses, too-small faded t-shirt with an abstract design, lanyard of blank badges, clutching a blank beige vintage computer-game box. Flat dark charcoal background. Barry closes his eyes, hugs his blank game box to
 his chest like a wounded comrade, shakes his head in slow devastated
 disappointment, and mouths a silent "why". The clip ends held on the head shake.
 Static medium shot, waist-up. 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink
@ -300,7 +300,7 @@ with no lettering.
 ### ACT 2 — THE RIM TRILOGY
 a2s1_action [The Guy]  (Scenic Rim)
-A narrow brick alley beside a record shop, shot absurdly like a sweeping epic
+The Guy is a ludicrously handsome Hollywood action-hero errand-runner: chiseled jaw with precise stubble, windswept brown hair, tight gray henley with one torn sleeve, tactical cargo pants, a bandolier of plain silver cat-food cans across his chest, a crumpled paper note in one fist, no weapons ever. A narrow brick alley beside a record shop, shot absurdly like a sweeping epic
 canyon vista with god rays and drifting mist. The Guy edges along a completely
 ordinary flat wall as though it were a cliff ledge, pressing his back to the
 brick, one wheelie bin below filmed like a thousand-foot drop. Sweeping crane
@ -309,7 +309,7 @@ backgrounds, film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters
 and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 a2s1_death [The Guy]
-A narrow brick alley. The Guy loses his grip on the flat ordinary wall and
+The Guy is a ludicrously handsome Hollywood action-hero errand-runner: chiseled jaw with precise stubble, windswept brown hair, tight gray henley with one torn sleeve, tactical cargo pants, a bandolier of plain silver cat-food cans across his chest, a crumpled paper note in one fist, no weapons ever. A narrow brick alley. The Guy loses his grip on the flat ordinary wall and
 plummets a full one metre into an open wheelie bin, legs sticking straight up
 kicking once among banana peels, filmed with avalanche gravity. The clip ends
 held on this frame. High angle. 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink
@ -318,7 +318,7 @@ watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs
 with no lettering.
 a2s2_action [The Guy]  (Pacific Rim — the toilet. WORD 2: FIRST)
-A tiny grimy shop toilet lit like a submarine bridge, red emergency glow, pipes
+The Guy is a ludicrously handsome Hollywood action-hero errand-runner: chiseled jaw with precise stubble, windswept brown hair, tight gray henley with one torn sleeve, tactical cargo pants, a bandolier of plain silver cat-food cans across his chest, a crumpled paper note in one fist, no weapons ever. A tiny grimy shop toilet lit like a submarine bridge, red emergency glow, pipes
 hissing steam. The Guy braces against the walls as the room shudders like a
 depth-charged vessel, reaches into the cupboard and extracts a single elastic
 band, holding it up in triumph as water drips. Claustrophobic shot. 1980s
@ -327,7 +327,7 @@ film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record
 sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 a2s2_death [The Guy]  (the mouldy kebab — canon death, Barry-certified)
-A tiny grimy shop toilet. The Guy notices an ancient mouldy kebab on the
+The Guy is a ludicrously handsome Hollywood action-hero errand-runner: chiseled jaw with precise stubble, windswept brown hair, tight gray henley with one torn sleeve, tactical cargo pants, a bandolier of plain silver cat-food cans across his chest, a crumpled paper note in one fist, no weapons ever. A tiny grimy shop toilet. The Guy notices an ancient mouldy kebab on the
 windowsill, glances left and right, and takes a bite despite everything; he
 freezes, turns gray-green, and topples backward stiff as a board out of frame
 with one hand still holding the kebab aloft. The clip ends held on the risen
@ -337,7 +337,7 @@ all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no
 lettering.
 a2s3_action [The Guy]  (the vinyl vine)
-A cluttered shop backyard at dusk. A thick vine of tangled vinyl records and
+The Guy is a ludicrously handsome Hollywood action-hero errand-runner: chiseled jaw with precise stubble, windswept brown hair, tight gray henley with one torn sleeve, tactical cargo pants, a bandolier of plain silver cat-food cans across his chest, a crumpled paper note in one fist, no weapons ever. A cluttered shop backyard at dusk. A thick vine of tangled vinyl records and
 cables snakes up the back wall to the roof; The Guy tests it with one hand,
 delivers a solemn nod to nobody, and begins climbing it like a commando scaling
 a fortress, records rotating under his grip. Low heroic angle. 1980s hand-drawn
@ -346,7 +346,7 @@ text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank
 or abstract designs with no lettering.
 a2s3_death [The Guy]  (canon-error death — the vine was load-bearing dialogue)
-A cluttered shop backyard at dusk. Mid-climb the vinyl vine unravels record by
+The Guy is a ludicrously handsome Hollywood action-hero errand-runner: chiseled jaw with precise stubble, windswept brown hair, tight gray henley with one torn sleeve, tactical cargo pants, a bandolier of plain silver cat-food cans across his chest, a crumpled paper note in one fist, no weapons ever. A cluttered shop backyard at dusk. Mid-climb the vinyl vine unravels record by
 record like a zipper opening from the bottom, and The Guy descends with it in
 slow dignified defeat into a pile of soft rubbish bags, buried to the chest,
 one record spinning down to land on his head. The clip ends held on this frame.
@ -355,7 +355,7 @@ gouache backgrounds, film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs,
 posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 a2s4_action [The Guy]  (Above the Rim — the door-shaped absence)
-A flat shop rooftop at dusk shot like a mountain summit, wind, drifting cloud
+The Guy is a ludicrously handsome Hollywood action-hero errand-runner: chiseled jaw with precise stubble, windswept brown hair, tight gray henley with one torn sleeve, tactical cargo pants, a bandolier of plain silver cat-food cans across his chest, a crumpled paper note in one fist, no weapons ever. A flat shop rooftop at dusk shot like a mountain summit, wind, drifting cloud
 haze. The Guy plants one boot on the parapet, surveys the suburban horizon like
 a conquering explorer, then turns to find a faint door-shaped outline glowing
 subtly on the brick wall and traces it with one finger in awe. Epic then
@ -364,7 +364,7 @@ backgrounds, film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters
 and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 a2s4_death [The Guy]
-A flat shop rooftop at dusk. A gust of completely ordinary wind catches The
+The Guy is a ludicrously handsome Hollywood action-hero errand-runner: chiseled jaw with precise stubble, windswept brown hair, tight gray henley with one torn sleeve, tactical cargo pants, a bandolier of plain silver cat-food cans across his chest, a crumpled paper note in one fist, no weapons ever. A flat shop rooftop at dusk. A gust of completely ordinary wind catches The
 Guy's heroic pose and he windmills his arms in slow motion before toppling
 backward off the one-storey roof into an unseen hedge below with a soft crunch;
 a few leaves drift up past the parapet. The clip ends held on the drifting
@ -374,7 +374,7 @@ watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs
 with no lettering.
 a2s5_action ⑂ [The Guy + The Clerk(Dez)]  (Dave's door, recast — WORD 3: GLOBAL)
-A shop kitchen side door, harsh fluorescent light. The Clerk — a lanky young man
+The Guy is a ludicrously handsome Hollywood action-hero errand-runner: chiseled jaw with precise stubble, windswept brown hair, tight gray henley with one torn sleeve, tactical cargo pants, a bandolier of plain silver cat-food cans across his chest, a crumpled paper note in one fist, no weapons ever. The Clerk is a lanky 20-something record store clerk: tall messy black quiff, open red flannel shirt over a plain black t-shirt, rolled dark jeans, white hi-top sneakers, silver headphones around his neck. A shop kitchen side door, harsh fluorescent light. The Clerk — a lanky young man
 with a tall black quiff, red flannel and headphones around his neck — squints at
 the door, delivers an entire monologue of skepticism with only his eyebrows,
 then shoulders the door open with casual violence and gestures The Guy through
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 abstract designs with no lettering.
 a2s5_death [The Guy]
-A shop kitchen, harsh fluorescent light. The Guy attempts to shoulder the side
+The Guy is a ludicrously handsome Hollywood action-hero errand-runner: chiseled jaw with precise stubble, windswept brown hair, tight gray henley with one torn sleeve, tactical cargo pants, a bandolier of plain silver cat-food cans across his chest, a crumpled paper note in one fist, no weapons ever. A shop kitchen, harsh fluorescent light. The Guy attempts to shoulder the side
 door heroically before it is unlocked and rebounds off it in full slow motion,
 spinning twice with theatrical grace before landing flat on his back on the
 tiles, limbs in a chalk-outline pose. The clip ends held on this frame. High
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 and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 a2s6_action ⑂ [The Guy + The Clerk(Dez)]  (the shop floor — the SET REUSE gag)
-Inside a cluttered record store with neon glow and a checkerboard floor —
+The Guy is a ludicrously handsome Hollywood action-hero errand-runner: chiseled jaw with precise stubble, windswept brown hair, tight gray henley with one torn sleeve, tactical cargo pants, a bandolier of plain silver cat-food cans across his chest, a crumpled paper note in one fist, no weapons ever. The Clerk is a lanky 20-something record store clerk: tall messy black quiff, open red flannel shirt over a plain black t-shirt, rolled dark jeans, white hi-top sneakers, silver headphones around his neck. Inside a cluttered record store with neon glow and a checkerboard floor —
 unmistakably the same set as a certain other movie, one shelf still toppled. The
 Guy strides in filming it like a discovered temple while The Clerk restocks a
 crate, notices the audience, pretends not to, and keeps working. Slow reverent
@ -402,7 +402,7 @@ backgrounds, film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters
 and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 a2s6_death [The Guy]
-Inside the cluttered record store. The Guy dramatically fails to notice the one
+The Guy is a ludicrously handsome Hollywood action-hero errand-runner: chiseled jaw with precise stubble, windswept brown hair, tight gray henley with one torn sleeve, tactical cargo pants, a bandolier of plain silver cat-food cans across his chest, a crumpled paper note in one fist, no weapons ever. Inside the cluttered record store. The Guy dramatically fails to notice the one
 toppled shelf, trips over it at full heroic stride, and surfs face-first down an
 aisle on a cascade of records before coming to rest buried to the waist,
 upside-down, legs scissoring. The clip ends held on this frame. Tracking then
@ -413,7 +413,7 @@ and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 ### ACT 3 — THE WHITE LABEL
 a3s1_action [The Guy]  (45-adapter ritual — WORD 4: AMBASSADOR)
-A vintage wood-paneled listening booth, warm amber light, a glowing turntable
+The Guy is a ludicrously handsome Hollywood action-hero errand-runner: chiseled jaw with precise stubble, windswept brown hair, tight gray henley with one torn sleeve, tactical cargo pants, a bandolier of plain silver cat-food cans across his chest, a crumpled paper note in one fist, no weapons ever. A vintage wood-paneled listening booth, warm amber light, a glowing turntable
 console. The Guy holds a small plastic 45 adapter aloft with both hands like a
 holy relic as golden light rays burst from it, then lowers it onto the spindle
 in extreme slow motion, dust motes orbiting. Reverent close-up. 1980s hand-drawn
@ -422,7 +422,7 @@ text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank
 or abstract designs with no lettering.
 a3s1_death [The Guy]
-A vintage listening booth, warm amber light. The turntable rejects the adapter,
+The Guy is a ludicrously handsome Hollywood action-hero errand-runner: chiseled jaw with precise stubble, windswept brown hair, tight gray henley with one torn sleeve, tactical cargo pants, a bandolier of plain silver cat-food cans across his chest, a crumpled paper note in one fist, no weapons ever. A vintage listening booth, warm amber light. The turntable rejects the adapter,
 which pings off the walls in ricocheting slow motion while The Guy dives after
 it with outstretched fingers, misses, and lands draped over the console as the
 adapter rolls to a mocking stop just out of reach. The clip ends held on his
@ -432,7 +432,7 @@ watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs
 with no lettering.
 a3s2_action [The Guy]  (the eyepatch balloon)
-The record store dance aisle, neon glow. A sad deflated balloon droops from a
+The Guy is a ludicrously handsome Hollywood action-hero errand-runner: chiseled jaw with precise stubble, windswept brown hair, tight gray henley with one torn sleeve, tactical cargo pants, a bandolier of plain silver cat-food cans across his chest, a crumpled paper note in one fist, no weapons ever. The record store dance aisle, neon glow. A sad deflated balloon droops from a
 shelf; The Guy stretches an elastic band around it with surgical concentration,
 fashions a perfect eyepatch, and puts it ON HIMSELF, striking a battle-ready
 pose as wind machines blow his hair. Heroic low angle. 1980s hand-drawn cel
@ -441,7 +441,7 @@ text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank
 or abstract designs with no lettering.
 a3s2_death [The Guy]
-The record store dance aisle. The elastic band snaps back off the balloon and
+The Guy is a ludicrously handsome Hollywood action-hero errand-runner: chiseled jaw with precise stubble, windswept brown hair, tight gray henley with one torn sleeve, tactical cargo pants, a bandolier of plain silver cat-food cans across his chest, a crumpled paper note in one fist, no weapons ever. The record store dance aisle. The elastic band snaps back off the balloon and
 catches The Guy square between the eyes; he stands perfectly still for a beat,
 eyes crossing, then falls backward rigid as a plank into a display of records
 that collapses around him like applause. The clip ends held on this frame.
@ -450,7 +450,7 @@ gouache backgrounds, film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs,
 posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 a3s3_action ⑂ [The Guy + The Clerk(Dez)]  (the beaded curtain — WORD 5: VERSION)
-A record store counter at night, tense low light. The Clerk studies The Guy for
+The Guy is a ludicrously handsome Hollywood action-hero errand-runner: chiseled jaw with precise stubble, windswept brown hair, tight gray henley with one torn sleeve, tactical cargo pants, a bandolier of plain silver cat-food cans across his chest, a crumpled paper note in one fist, no weapons ever. The Clerk is a lanky 20-something record store clerk: tall messy black quiff, open red flannel shirt over a plain black t-shirt, rolled dark jeans, white hi-top sneakers, silver headphones around his neck. A record store counter at night, tense low light. The Clerk studies The Guy for
 a long moment, then wordlessly reaches under the counter; a beaded curtain
 behind him begins to glow and sway with tomb-opening gravity, beads clicking
 like a countdown, as The Guy's face fills with awe. Slow push-in through the
@ -459,7 +459,7 @@ gouache backgrounds, film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs,
 posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 a3s3_death [The Guy]
-A record store counter at night. The Guy attempts to walk through the beaded
+The Guy is a ludicrously handsome Hollywood action-hero errand-runner: chiseled jaw with precise stubble, windswept brown hair, tight gray henley with one torn sleeve, tactical cargo pants, a bandolier of plain silver cat-food cans across his chest, a crumpled paper note in one fist, no weapons ever. A record store counter at night. The Guy attempts to walk through the beaded
 curtain before being invited and the beads constrict around him like a net,
 lifting him gently off the floor where he dangles rotating slowly, resigned.
 The clip ends held on the slow rotation. Static shot. 1980s hand-drawn cel
@ -468,7 +468,7 @@ text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank
 or abstract designs with no lettering.
 a3s4_action ⭐ [The Guy]  (the white label — the MacGuffin)
-A dim storeroom stacked with record boxes, one spotlight. A briefcase on a
+The Guy is a ludicrously handsome Hollywood action-hero errand-runner: chiseled jaw with precise stubble, windswept brown hair, tight gray henley with one torn sleeve, tactical cargo pants, a bandolier of plain silver cat-food cans across his chest, a crumpled paper note in one fist, no weapons ever. A dim storeroom stacked with record boxes, one spotlight. A briefcase on a
 crate clicks open by itself, flooding the room with golden light; The Guy's awed
 face is bathed in the glow as he lifts out a pure white-sleeved record with
 both hands, holding it like a newborn, dust motes wheeling in the beam. It was
@ -478,7 +478,7 @@ watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs
 with no lettering.
 a3s4_death [The Guy]
-A dim storeroom stacked with record boxes. The tower of boxes beside The Guy
+The Guy is a ludicrously handsome Hollywood action-hero errand-runner: chiseled jaw with precise stubble, windswept brown hair, tight gray henley with one torn sleeve, tactical cargo pants, a bandolier of plain silver cat-food cans across his chest, a crumpled paper note in one fist, no weapons ever. A dim storeroom stacked with record boxes. The tower of boxes beside The Guy
 leans, pauses courteously as if waiting for him to notice, then buries him
 completely; the white-sleeved record flutters down and lands face-up on the
 pile, immaculate. The clip ends held on the record atop the pile. Static shot.
@ -487,7 +487,7 @@ backgrounds, film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters
 and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 a3s5_action [The Guy]  (the card terminal — bomb defusal)
-A record store counter, harsh spotlight, sweat-drop tension. The Guy hovers a
+The Guy is a ludicrously handsome Hollywood action-hero errand-runner: chiseled jaw with precise stubble, windswept brown hair, tight gray henley with one torn sleeve, tactical cargo pants, a bandolier of plain silver cat-food cans across his chest, a crumpled paper note in one fist, no weapons ever. A record store counter, harsh spotlight, sweat-drop tension. The Guy hovers a
 bank card over a chunky payment terminal shot like a bomb-defusal: extreme
 close-ups of his eyes, the card trembling, one bead of sweat falling in slow
 motion — then the gentle tap, a soft green glow, and his knees buckle with
@ -497,7 +497,7 @@ all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no
 lettering.
 a3s5_death [The Guy]
-A record store counter, harsh spotlight. The payment terminal emits a single
+The Guy is a ludicrously handsome Hollywood action-hero errand-runner: chiseled jaw with precise stubble, windswept brown hair, tight gray henley with one torn sleeve, tactical cargo pants, a bandolier of plain silver cat-food cans across his chest, a crumpled paper note in one fist, no weapons ever. A record store counter, harsh spotlight. The payment terminal emits a single
 soft decline chime; the lights dim, a cold wind ruffles The Guy's hair, and he
 ages ten years on the spot, hollow-eyed, as the card slides from his fingers.
 The clip ends held on his thousand-yard stare. Slow push-in. 1980s hand-drawn
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 or abstract designs with no lettering.
 a3s6_action ⑂⭐ [The Guy + Becky]  (THE FIVE WORDS — the finale)
-The shop entrance at night, the wall of superfans swaying as one organism,
+The Guy is a ludicrously handsome Hollywood action-hero errand-runner: chiseled jaw with precise stubble, windswept brown hair, tight gray henley with one torn sleeve, tactical cargo pants, a bandolier of plain silver cat-food cans across his chest, a crumpled paper note in one fist, no weapons ever. Becky is a superfan commander in her 20s: high ponytail, glitter war paint under her eyes, denim jacket armored with friendship bracelets and blank enamel pins, cargo skirt with water bottles and glow sticks, plain megaphone. The shop entrance at night, the wall of superfans swaying as one organism,
 Becky atop her milk crate, megaphone lowered. The Guy steps forward, plants his
 feet, and speaks five unheard words counted on his fingers, one by one, each
 finger-count landing like a thunderclap with a pulse of light, as the crowd's
@ -516,7 +516,7 @@ backgrounds, film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters
 and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 a3s6_death ⭐ [The Guy]  (the Becky-grue — canon: never improvise the words)
-The shop entrance at night. The Guy improvises, gesturing jazz-hands vaguely on
+The Guy is a ludicrously handsome Hollywood action-hero errand-runner: chiseled jaw with precise stubble, windswept brown hair, tight gray henley with one torn sleeve, tactical cargo pants, a bandolier of plain silver cat-food cans across his chest, a crumpled paper note in one fist, no weapons ever. The shop entrance at night. The Guy improvises, gesturing jazz-hands vaguely on
 the third finger-count; the crowd's heads all snap toward him at once, the
 streetlights die one by one down the block, and the last frame is his small
 gulp in darkness lit only by a hundred pairs of narrowed eyes. The clip ends
@ -526,7 +526,7 @@ no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract
 designs with no lettering.
 a3s7_win ⭐ [The Guy + Gerald]
-A suburban brick fence in golden dawn light. The Guy kneels and presents an
+The Guy is a ludicrously handsome Hollywood action-hero errand-runner: chiseled jaw with precise stubble, windswept brown hair, tight gray henley with one torn sleeve, tactical cargo pants, a bandolier of plain silver cat-food cans across his chest, a crumpled paper note in one fist, no weapons ever. Gerald is a scrawny alley cat with one notched ear, patchy gray-brown fur, and narrowed unblinking eyes, never cute or plump. A suburban brick fence in golden dawn light. The Guy kneels and presents an
 opened cat-food can to Gerald with bowed head like a knight offering tribute;
 Gerald regards it, regards him, takes one unhurried bite, and permits a single
 head-bump against The Guy's outstretched hand as the sun crests the rooftops.
@ -536,7 +536,7 @@ text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank
 or abstract designs with no lettering.
 a3s8_stinger ⭐ [The Guy]  (post-credits — Morp in the mirror)
-Interior of the beige hatchback at dawn, The Guy exhales in the driver's seat
+The Guy is a ludicrously handsome Hollywood action-hero errand-runner: chiseled jaw with precise stubble, windswept brown hair, tight gray henley with one torn sleeve, tactical cargo pants, a bandolier of plain silver cat-food cans across his chest, a crumpled paper note in one fist, no weapons ever. Interior of the beige hatchback at dawn, The Guy exhales in the driver's seat
 and checks the rear-view mirror: filling the mirror is a colossal serene
 god-face of swirling purple and gold energy with a halo of lens flares,
 infinitely calm, infinitely disappointed. The Guy blinks; the mirror shows only
@ -601,7 +601,7 @@ No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs are blank.
 ### RECOVERED SHOT: the car chase (concept marquee — shoot in Act 1, after a1s1)
 a1s2b_action [The Guy]  (the cat-food run IS a car chase)
-A beige hatchback drives sensibly through quiet suburban streets at golden hour,
+The Guy is a ludicrously handsome Hollywood action-hero errand-runner: chiseled jaw with precise stubble, windswept brown hair, tight gray henley with one torn sleeve, tactical cargo pants, a bandolier of plain silver cat-food cans across his chest, a crumpled paper note in one fist, no weapons ever. A beige hatchback drives sensibly through quiet suburban streets at golden hour,
 filmed like a blockbuster car chase: screaming low angles on the hubcaps, The
 Guy's steely eyes in the mirror, a three-point turn shot like a handbrake
 drift with orchestral gravity, and an indicator blinking on in triumphant slow
@ -611,7 +611,7 @@ no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract
 designs with no lettering.
 a1s2b_death [The Guy]
-A beige hatchback attempts a heroic parallel park at blockbuster speed and
+The Guy is a ludicrously handsome Hollywood action-hero errand-runner: chiseled jaw with precise stubble, windswept brown hair, tight gray henley with one torn sleeve, tactical cargo pants, a bandolier of plain silver cat-food cans across his chest, a crumpled paper note in one fist, no weapons ever. A beige hatchback attempts a heroic parallel park at blockbuster speed and
 gently kisses the kerb; the hubcap pops off and rolls away in an endless
 tragic circle as The Guy grips the wheel, staring into the distance, a single
 bead of sweat falling. The clip ends held on the rolling hubcap. Low static
@ -625,7 +625,7 @@ ends for a bonus; fail, and he reads the original room description aloud in
 full while you die. That fail needs its own clip:
 barry_deathread [Barry]
-Flat dark charcoal background, even lighting. Barry pointedly opens a blank
+Barry is a pale doughy man in his 40s: patchy neckbeard, smudged rectangular glasses, too-small faded t-shirt with an abstract design, lanyard of blank badges, clutching a blank beige vintage computer-game box. Flat dark charcoal background, even lighting. Barry pointedly opens a blank
 vintage game manual, adjusts his glasses, and reads aloud from it with slow
 relentless scholarly relish, occasionally glancing up at camera to make sure
 you are still listening, settling in for the long haul. The clip ends held on
--- a/production/flow/DEEPGROOVE_PRODUCTION_PACK.md
+++ b/production/flow/DEEPGROOVE_PRODUCTION_PACK.md
@ -166,81 +166,81 @@ glows in a shop window; the camera cranes slowly down from the rooftops to
 street level as smoke drifts from doorways. Sweeping crane shot. 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink outlines, painterly gouache backgrounds, warm amber haze, wood paneling and harvest-gold-and-avocado 1970s palette, drifting indoor smoke, film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 dg_intro [Duke]
-A cozy cluttered 1970s record store at night, wood paneling, amber lamps. Duke
+Duke Velvet is a magnificently confident 1970s record store owner: full chestnut mustache, feathered hair, burgundy crushed-velvet suit with flared trousers, wide-collar shirt open at the chest with a gold medallion, platform boots, toothpick in his grin. A cozy cluttered 1970s record store at night, wood paneling, amber lamps. Duke
 answers a rotary phone, listens, slowly straightens as the toothpick migrates
 across his mouth, then empties the cash register into a single manila envelope
 and holds it up to the light like a dueling pistol. Slow push-in. 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink outlines, painterly gouache backgrounds, warm amber haze, wood paneling and harvest-gold-and-avocado 1970s palette, drifting indoor smoke, film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 dg1_action [Duke]  (stepping onto the strip)
-A neon 1970s strip at night, abstract glowing signs, doorway smoke, scattered
+Duke Velvet is a magnificently confident 1970s record store owner: full chestnut mustache, feathered hair, burgundy crushed-velvet suit with flared trousers, wide-collar shirt open at the chest with a gold medallion, platform boots, toothpick in his grin. A neon 1970s strip at night, abstract glowing signs, doorway smoke, scattered
 strutting nightlife silhouettes. Duke steps out of his shop, squares his
 shoulders, and struts down the sidewalk in glorious slow motion, medallion
 swinging in rhythm, as every neon sign he passes flickers appreciatively.
 Tracking shot alongside. 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink outlines, painterly gouache backgrounds, warm amber haze, wood paneling and harvest-gold-and-avocado 1970s palette, drifting indoor smoke, film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 dg1_death [Duke]
-A neon strip at night. Duke's slow-motion strut carries him directly into a
+Duke Velvet is a magnificently confident 1970s record store owner: full chestnut mustache, feathered hair, burgundy crushed-velvet suit with flared trousers, wide-collar shirt open at the chest with a gold medallion, platform boots, toothpick in his grin. A neon strip at night. Duke's slow-motion strut carries him directly into a
 lamppost; he folds around it with dignity, slides down it to a seated
 position, and the toothpick drops. The clip ends held on him seated against
 the post, envelope safe in his raised hand. Static shot. 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink outlines, painterly gouache backgrounds, warm amber haze, wood paneling and harvest-gold-and-avocado 1970s palette, drifting indoor smoke, film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 dg2_action [Duke]  (the head shop — matchbook 1)
-Inside a 1970s head shop dense with drifting incense haze, beaded curtains,
+Duke Velvet is a magnificently confident 1970s record store owner: full chestnut mustache, feathered hair, burgundy crushed-velvet suit with flared trousers, wide-collar shirt open at the chest with a gold medallion, platform boots, toothpick in his grin. Inside a 1970s head shop dense with drifting incense haze, beaded curtains,
 shelves of glassware, posters that are abstract swirls. Duke wades through
 smoke thick as soup, holding the envelope above his head like a river
 crossing, eyes watering, navigating by squint toward the glowing rear door.
 Hazy tracking shot. 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink outlines, painterly gouache backgrounds, warm amber haze, wood paneling and harvest-gold-and-avocado 1970s palette, drifting indoor smoke, film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 dg2_death [Duke]
-Inside the incense-hazed head shop. Duke inhales to sneeze, holds it heroically
+Duke Velvet is a magnificently confident 1970s record store owner: full chestnut mustache, feathered hair, burgundy crushed-velvet suit with flared trousers, wide-collar shirt open at the chest with a gold medallion, platform boots, toothpick in his grin. Inside the incense-hazed head shop. Duke inhales to sneeze, holds it heroically
 with a finger under his nose, loses — and the sneeze blows the haze into a
 perfect mushroom cloud that settles over him, leaving a Duke-shaped statue of
 serenity sitting cross-legged on the floor, smiling faintly, going nowhere
 ever again. The clip ends held on the serene statue. Static shot. 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink outlines, painterly gouache backgrounds, warm amber haze, wood paneling and harvest-gold-and-avocado 1970s palette, drifting indoor smoke, film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 dg3_action [Duke]  (the disco floor)
-A packed 1970s disco with an illuminated checkerboard dance floor pulsing in
+Duke Velvet is a magnificently confident 1970s record store owner: full chestnut mustache, feathered hair, burgundy crushed-velvet suit with flared trousers, wide-collar shirt open at the chest with a gold medallion, platform boots, toothpick in his grin. A packed 1970s disco with an illuminated checkerboard dance floor pulsing in
 sequence, mirror ball constellations. Duke crosses the floor timing his
 strides to the lit tiles, pointing finger-guns left and right in rhythm, as
 dancers spin around him in feathered silhouette. Rhythmic wide shot.
 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink outlines, painterly gouache backgrounds, warm amber haze, wood paneling and harvest-gold-and-avocado 1970s palette, drifting indoor smoke, film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 dg3_death [Duke]
-A packed disco, pulsing floor. Duke missteps onto an unlit tile; the entire
+Duke Velvet is a magnificently confident 1970s record store owner: full chestnut mustache, feathered hair, burgundy crushed-velvet suit with flared trousers, wide-collar shirt open at the chest with a gold medallion, platform boots, toothpick in his grin. A packed disco, pulsing floor. Duke missteps onto an unlit tile; the entire
 floor freezes, the music needle-scratches to silence, every dancer turns to
 look at him, and the mirror ball's spotlight finds him alone and stays there
 as he slowly finger-guns in apology to a silent room. The clip ends held in
 the spotlight. Static wide. 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink outlines, painterly gouache backgrounds, warm amber haze, wood paneling and harvest-gold-and-avocado 1970s palette, drifting indoor smoke, film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 dg4_action [Duke]  (the waterbed showroom — matchbook 2)
-A 1970s waterbed showroom, rows of undulating beds under swagged velvet
+Duke Velvet is a magnificently confident 1970s record store owner: full chestnut mustache, feathered hair, burgundy crushed-velvet suit with flared trousers, wide-collar shirt open at the chest with a gold medallion, platform boots, toothpick in his grin. A 1970s waterbed showroom, rows of undulating beds under swagged velvet
 canopies, mirror tiles on the ceiling. Duke crosses the room by stepping from
 waterbed to waterbed, riding each slow wave like a surfer, arms out, envelope
 in his teeth. Bouncing tracking shot. 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink outlines, painterly gouache backgrounds, warm amber haze, wood paneling and harvest-gold-and-avocado 1970s palette, drifting indoor smoke, film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 dg4_death [Duke]
-A waterbed showroom. One overloaded waterbed ruptures in majestic slow motion
+Duke Velvet is a magnificently confident 1970s record store owner: full chestnut mustache, feathered hair, burgundy crushed-velvet suit with flared trousers, wide-collar shirt open at the chest with a gold medallion, platform boots, toothpick in his grin. A waterbed showroom. One overloaded waterbed ruptures in majestic slow motion
 and the wave carries Duke on its crest across the showroom and out the front
 door onto the sidewalk, where he comes to rest perfectly dry-haired in the
 gutter, envelope held aloft, one shoe gone. The clip ends held on the raised
 envelope. Slow-motion wide. 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink outlines, painterly gouache backgrounds, warm amber haze, wood paneling and harvest-gold-and-avocado 1970s palette, drifting indoor smoke, film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 dg5_action ⑂ [Duke + Big Maurice]  (the toll)
-A velvet-roped doorway on the neon strip. Big Maurice occupies the entire
+Duke Velvet is a magnificently confident 1970s record store owner: full chestnut mustache, feathered hair, burgundy crushed-velvet suit with flared trousers, wide-collar shirt open at the chest with a gold medallion, platform boots, toothpick in his grin. Big Maurice is an enormous serene 1970s nightlife kingpin: floor-length white fur coat over a lilac suit, gold rings on every finger, a cane topped with a crystal globe containing a tiny lava lamp. A velvet-roped doorway on the neon strip. Big Maurice occupies the entire
 doorframe in his white fur; Duke produces, with escalating desperation: a
 handshake, a finger-gun, a business card, and finally a mint 45rpm record
 from inside his jacket — and Maurice's single raised finger slowly transforms
 into a beckoning one. Two-shot, low angle on Maurice. 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink outlines, painterly gouache backgrounds, warm amber haze, wood paneling and harvest-gold-and-avocado 1970s palette, drifting indoor smoke, film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 dg5_death [Duke]
-A velvet-roped doorway. Duke attempts to duck under the velvet rope itself;
+Duke Velvet is a magnificently confident 1970s record store owner: full chestnut mustache, feathered hair, burgundy crushed-velvet suit with flared trousers, wide-collar shirt open at the chest with a gold medallion, platform boots, toothpick in his grin. A velvet-roped doorway. Duke attempts to duck under the velvet rope itself;
 the rope, apparently sentient, tangles him with the efficiency of a bolas
 until he hangs cocooned in velvet at knee height, swaying gently, envelope
 still gripped in one protruding hand. The clip ends held on the slow sway.
 Static shot. 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink outlines, painterly gouache backgrounds, warm amber haze, wood paneling and harvest-gold-and-avocado 1970s palette, drifting indoor smoke, film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 dg6_action ⑂ [Duke + Professor Teslawax]  (the repair shop)
-A cluttered 1970s hi-fi repair workshop, oscilloscope glow, solder smoke.
+Duke Velvet is a magnificently confident 1970s record store owner: full chestnut mustache, feathered hair, burgundy crushed-velvet suit with flared trousers, wide-collar shirt open at the chest with a gold medallion, platform boots, toothpick in his grin. Professor Teslawax is a jittery brilliant 1970s inventor in his 60s: electrified tufts of gray hair, brass jeweler's goggles pushed up on his forehead, paisley lab coat with no name tag over a green turtleneck, pens in the pocket. A cluttered 1970s hi-fi repair workshop, oscilloscope glow, solder smoke.
 Duke's dropped turntable cartridge is snatched mid-fall by a gloved chrome
 hand from off-frame and returned to him repaired in four seconds; the
 Professor beams with paternal pride toward the off-screen helper while Duke
@ -248,34 +248,34 @@ stares past him, toothpick falling from his open mouth. Two-shot.
 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink outlines, painterly gouache backgrounds, warm amber haze, wood paneling and harvest-gold-and-avocado 1970s palette, drifting indoor smoke, film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 dg6b_beat ⑂⭐ [Duke + Chassis]  (first sight — the tension begins)
-The repair workshop, amber tube-glow. CHASSIS polishes an already-immaculate
+Duke Velvet is a magnificently confident 1970s record store owner: full chestnut mustache, feathered hair, burgundy crushed-velvet suit with flared trousers, wide-collar shirt open at the chest with a gold medallion, platform boots, toothpick in his grin. CHASSIS is a 1970s prototype domestic robot, unmistakably a machine: hourglass riveted chrome chassis, glass-domed head containing a softly glowing amber vacuum tube, frilled fabric maid apron worn over the chassis, articulated chrome limbs, a wisp of steam from a hip vent — never humanoid skin, always clearly a robot. The repair workshop, amber tube-glow. CHASSIS polishes an already-immaculate
 amplifier, sees Duke, and pauses mid-circle; her dome tube pulses once,
 brighter; a single wisp of steam escapes her hip vent; Duke attempts to lean
 casually on a shelf that is farther away than he thought and recovers almost
 instantly. Neither looks away. Slow mutual push-in. 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink outlines, painterly gouache backgrounds, warm amber haze, wood paneling and harvest-gold-and-avocado 1970s palette, drifting indoor smoke, film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 dg6_death [Duke]
-The repair workshop. Duke, showing off, plugs two cables together to help;
+Duke Velvet is a magnificently confident 1970s record store owner: full chestnut mustache, feathered hair, burgundy crushed-velvet suit with flared trousers, wide-collar shirt open at the chest with a gold medallion, platform boots, toothpick in his grin. The repair workshop. Duke, showing off, plugs two cables together to help;
 every device in the workshop powers on at once at full volume, and the
 combined blast of twelve speakers pins him flat against the corkboard wall
 like a poster of himself, where he remains, fluttering slightly. The clip
 ends held on the Duke poster. Static wide. 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink outlines, painterly gouache backgrounds, warm amber haze, wood paneling and harvest-gold-and-avocado 1970s palette, drifting indoor smoke, film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 dg7_action [Duke]  (the fur emporium — matchbook 3)
-A 1970s fur emporium, racks of enormous coats forming plush canyons. Duke
+Duke Velvet is a magnificently confident 1970s record store owner: full chestnut mustache, feathered hair, burgundy crushed-velvet suit with flared trousers, wide-collar shirt open at the chest with a gold medallion, platform boots, toothpick in his grin. A 1970s fur emporium, racks of enormous coats forming plush canyons. Duke
 squeezes sideways through the fur racks holding the envelope overhead; the
 coats close in behind him like soft surf as he spelunks toward the glowing
 exit sign shape. Claustrophobic plush tracking shot. 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink outlines, painterly gouache backgrounds, warm amber haze, wood paneling and harvest-gold-and-avocado 1970s palette, drifting indoor smoke, film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 dg7_death [Duke]
-A fur emporium. The rack Duke brushes shivers, then avalanches: a slow soft
+Duke Velvet is a magnificently confident 1970s record store owner: full chestnut mustache, feathered hair, burgundy crushed-velvet suit with flared trousers, wide-collar shirt open at the chest with a gold medallion, platform boots, toothpick in his grin. A fur emporium. The rack Duke brushes shivers, then avalanches: a slow soft
 tsunami of fur coats engulfs him completely; the pile settles, luxurious and
 still, with one hand emerging from the plush holding the envelope, medallion
 draped over the wrist. The clip ends held on the hand. Static wide.
 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink outlines, painterly gouache backgrounds, warm amber haze, wood paneling and harvest-gold-and-avocado 1970s palette, drifting indoor smoke, film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 dg8_beat ⑂⭐ [Duke + Chassis]  (the fire escape — guard down)
-A rusty fire escape above the neon strip at night, city glow below. CHASSIS
+Duke Velvet is a magnificently confident 1970s record store owner: full chestnut mustache, feathered hair, burgundy crushed-velvet suit with flared trousers, wide-collar shirt open at the chest with a gold medallion, platform boots, toothpick in his grin. CHASSIS is a 1970s prototype domestic robot, unmistakably a machine: hourglass riveted chrome chassis, glass-domed head containing a softly glowing amber vacuum tube, frilled fabric maid apron worn over the chassis, articulated chrome limbs, a wisp of steam from a hip vent — never humanoid skin, always clearly a robot. A rusty fire escape above the neon strip at night, city glow below. CHASSIS
 sits with surprising grace on the steps, feather duster idle; Duke sits one
 step down, jacket around his shoulders; her dome tube dims to a low candle
 warmth as she turns it toward the skyline, and one gloved chrome finger
@ -283,21 +283,21 @@ absently polishes a single bolt on the railing, over and over; Duke, for
 once, says nothing at all. Held two-shot, gentle push-in. 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink outlines, painterly gouache backgrounds, warm amber haze, wood paneling and harvest-gold-and-avocado 1970s palette, drifting indoor smoke, film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 dg9_action ⑂ [Duke + Miss Cinnamon Rush]  (the rival arrives)
-The neon strip at night. A lime-green muscle car slides to the curb in a
+Duke Velvet is a magnificently confident 1970s record store owner: full chestnut mustache, feathered hair, burgundy crushed-velvet suit with flared trousers, wide-collar shirt open at the chest with a gold medallion, platform boots, toothpick in his grin. Miss Cinnamon Rush is a sharp glamorous 1970s crate-digger in her 20s: halo of feathered auburn hair, mirrored aviator sunglasses, tangerine jumpsuit zipped high, brown fingerless driving gloves. The neon strip at night. A lime-green muscle car slides to the curb in a
 whisper of tire smoke; Cinnamon steps out without breaking stride, flipping a
 45 record across her knuckles, and blows past Duke into the building lobby,
 patting his cheek once in passing; Duke stands revolving slowly like a
 turntable. Tracking shot. 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink outlines, painterly gouache backgrounds, warm amber haze, wood paneling and harvest-gold-and-avocado 1970s palette, drifting indoor smoke, film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 dg9_death [Duke]
-A building lobby with a brass elevator. Duke sprints for the closing elevator
+Duke Velvet is a magnificently confident 1970s record store owner: full chestnut mustache, feathered hair, burgundy crushed-velvet suit with flared trousers, wide-collar shirt open at the chest with a gold medallion, platform boots, toothpick in his grin. A building lobby with a brass elevator. Duke sprints for the closing elevator
 containing a smirking unseen occupant, dives, and the doors close precisely
 on his outstretched envelope hand; the dial above ticks up floor by floor
 with his arm still in the doors, Duke dangling from it with immense dignity.
 The clip ends held mid-dangle. Static shot. 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink outlines, painterly gouache backgrounds, warm amber haze, wood paneling and harvest-gold-and-avocado 1970s palette, drifting indoor smoke, film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 dg10_action ⑂⭐ [Duke + Vivienne Leather]  (the penthouse test)
-A 1970s penthouse: white shag carpet deep as snow, conversation pit, a wall
+Duke Velvet is a magnificently confident 1970s record store owner: full chestnut mustache, feathered hair, burgundy crushed-velvet suit with flared trousers, wide-collar shirt open at the chest with a gold medallion, platform boots, toothpick in his grin. Vivienne Leather is a devastatingly glamorous widow in her 50s: silver-streaked updo, leopard-print wrap dress, oversized sunglasses pushed into her hair, long cigarette holder trailing a ribbon of smoke, martini glass held like a scepter. A 1970s penthouse: white shag carpet deep as snow, conversation pit, a wall
 of thousands of records, smoke ribbons. Vivienne circles Duke with her
 cigarette holder trailing script in the air; Duke, sinking to his shins in
 shag with each step, ignores the martini offered to him and instead kneels
@ -306,7 +306,7 @@ scripture. Vivienne's eyebrow rises one millimeter: the test is passed.
 Elegant orbiting shot. 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink outlines, painterly gouache backgrounds, warm amber haze, wood paneling and harvest-gold-and-avocado 1970s palette, drifting indoor smoke, film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 dg10_death [Duke]
-A penthouse with deep white shag carpet. Duke takes one over-confident stride
+Duke Velvet is a magnificently confident 1970s record store owner: full chestnut mustache, feathered hair, burgundy crushed-velvet suit with flared trousers, wide-collar shirt open at the chest with a gold medallion, platform boots, toothpick in his grin. A penthouse with deep white shag carpet. Duke takes one over-confident stride
 into the DEEP end of the shag and sinks smoothly to his chest as into
 quicksand, continuing to make relaxed conversation with perfect confidence
 until only the medallion, one hand, and the envelope remain above the pile.
@ -314,7 +314,7 @@ The clip ends held on the medallion resting on the carpet surface. Static
 wide. 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink outlines, painterly gouache backgrounds, warm amber haze, wood paneling and harvest-gold-and-avocado 1970s palette, drifting indoor smoke, film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 dg11_action ⑂ [Duke + Miss Cinnamon Rush]  (the bidding duel)
-The penthouse conversation pit. Duke and Cinnamon face off across a marble
+Duke Velvet is a magnificently confident 1970s record store owner: full chestnut mustache, feathered hair, burgundy crushed-velvet suit with flared trousers, wide-collar shirt open at the chest with a gold medallion, platform boots, toothpick in his grin. Miss Cinnamon Rush is a sharp glamorous 1970s crate-digger in her 20s: halo of feathered auburn hair, mirrored aviator sunglasses, tangerine jumpsuit zipped high, brown fingerless driving gloves. The penthouse conversation pit. Duke and Cinnamon face off across a marble
 coffee table, slapping down escalating offers: her banded cash, his envelope,
 her car keys, his shop keys, her sunglasses — until Duke, cornered, slaps
 down the mint 45 from his jacket and his own medallion, and the room goes
@ -342,7 +342,7 @@ prompt is innocent alone; the audience's mind is the twelfth man:
      behind them. 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink outlines, painterly gouache backgrounds, warm amber haze, wood paneling and harvest-gold-and-avocado 1970s palette, drifting indoor smoke, film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 dg_morningafter ⑂ [Duke + Chassis]
-A workshop at soft dawn light. Duke's velvet suit is immaculate but his
+Duke Velvet is a magnificently confident 1970s record store owner: full chestnut mustache, feathered hair, burgundy crushed-velvet suit with flared trousers, wide-collar shirt open at the chest with a gold medallion, platform boots, toothpick in his grin. CHASSIS is a 1970s prototype domestic robot, unmistakably a machine: hourglass riveted chrome chassis, glass-domed head containing a softly glowing amber vacuum tube, frilled fabric maid apron worn over the chassis, articulated chrome limbs, a wisp of steam from a hip vent — never humanoid skin, always clearly a robot. A workshop at soft dawn light. Duke's velvet suit is immaculate but his
 medallion chain is inexplicably knotted; CHASSIS's chrome is polished to
 mirror finish and her dome tube glows a steady sunrise amber; she vents one
 perfect steam ring, which drifts across frame; Duke watches it go with the
@ -350,7 +350,7 @@ expression of a man rethinking his entire cosmology. The clip ends held on
 the drifting ring. Static two-shot. 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink outlines, painterly gouache backgrounds, warm amber haze, wood paneling and harvest-gold-and-avocado 1970s palette, drifting indoor smoke, film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 dg_win ⭐ [Duke]
-The neon strip at dawn, lights going out one by one. Duke wheels a hand
+Duke Velvet is a magnificently confident 1970s record store owner: full chestnut mustache, feathered hair, burgundy crushed-velvet suit with flared trousers, wide-collar shirt open at the chest with a gold medallion, platform boots, toothpick in his grin. The neon strip at dawn, lights going out one by one. Duke wheels a hand
 dolly stacked six crates high of records down the middle of the empty street
 in triumphant slow motion, medallion restored, as the establishments' signs
 dim behind him and the sun crests between buildings, gilding the crates like
@ -358,14 +358,14 @@ treasure. The clip ends held on the silhouette. Wide tracking shot.
 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink outlines, painterly gouache backgrounds, warm amber haze, wood paneling and harvest-gold-and-avocado 1970s palette, drifting indoor smoke, film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 dg_gameover [Duke]
-The record store interior at dawn, lights off. The rotary phone rings and
+Duke Velvet is a magnificently confident 1970s record store owner: full chestnut mustache, feathered hair, burgundy crushed-velvet suit with flared trousers, wide-collar shirt open at the chest with a gold medallion, platform boots, toothpick in his grin. The record store interior at dawn, lights off. The rotary phone rings and
 rings; the shop stands empty; through the front window, out on the strip, a
 lime-green muscle car cruises past with six crates of records strapped to
 the roof, a tangerine-sleeved arm giving the store a small gracious wave.
 The clip ends held on the ringing phone. Static interior shot. 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink outlines, painterly gouache backgrounds, warm amber haze, wood paneling and harvest-gold-and-avocado 1970s palette, drifting indoor smoke, film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 dg_stinger ⑂ [Professor Teslawax + Chassis]
-The repair workshop at dawn. The Professor examines CHASSIS's diagnostics on
+Professor Teslawax is a jittery brilliant 1970s inventor in his 60s: electrified tufts of gray hair, brass jeweler's goggles pushed up on his forehead, paisley lab coat with no name tag over a green turtleneck, pens in the pocket. CHASSIS is a 1970s prototype domestic robot, unmistakably a machine: hourglass riveted chrome chassis, glass-domed head containing a softly glowing amber vacuum tube, frilled fabric maid apron worn over the chassis, articulated chrome limbs, a wisp of steam from a hip vent — never humanoid skin, always clearly a robot. The repair workshop at dawn. The Professor examines CHASSIS's diagnostics on
 an oscilloscope, taps the screen, frowns at readings he has never seen, and
 turns to her; she stands at the window watching the strip below with her
 tube glowing that steady sunrise amber, absently dusting a moonbeam. He
--- a/production/flow/MORPINGHORROR_PRODUCTION_PACK.md
+++ b/production/flow/MORPINGHORROR_PRODUCTION_PACK.md
@ -84,7 +84,7 @@ captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or
 abstract designs with no lettering.
 mh_intro ⭐ [Dez]
-Inside a cluttered record store on a dead morning, drained colorless light.
+Dez is a lanky 20-something record store clerk: tall messy black quiff, olive skin, open red flannel shirt over a plain faded black t-shirt, rolled dark jeans, scuffed white hi-top sneakers, oversized silver headphones around his neck. Inside a cluttered record store on a dead morning, drained colorless light.
 Dez lounges bored behind the counter as a record spins on the shop turntable;
 the record reaches its end and the needle clicks in the runout — click, click,
 click — and with each click the store's colors drain further and the aisles
@ -92,97 +92,97 @@ in the background quietly rearrange. Dez slowly looks up. Static wide,
 imperceptibly pushing in. 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink outlines, painterly gouache backgrounds, cold flickering fluorescent light, drained desaturated palette with sickly green shadows, heavy film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 mh1_action [Dez]  (the first loop)
-Inside the drained record store, aisles stretching too long. Dez walks
+Dez is a lanky 20-something record store clerk: tall messy black quiff, olive skin, open red flannel shirt over a plain faded black t-shirt, rolled dark jeans, scuffed white hi-top sneakers, oversized silver headphones around his neck. Inside the drained record store, aisles stretching too long. Dez walks
 briskly down an aisle toward the back door, passes the same handwritten sale
 divider twice, stops, backs up, looks at it, and RUNS — the aisle scrolling
 past him repeating like a looped background. Tracking shot alongside.
 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink outlines, painterly gouache backgrounds, cold flickering fluorescent light, drained desaturated palette with sickly green shadows, heavy film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 mh1_death [Dez]
-Inside the drained record store. Dez keeps running down the looping aisle as
+Dez is a lanky 20-something record store clerk: tall messy black quiff, olive skin, open red flannel shirt over a plain faded black t-shirt, rolled dark jeans, scuffed white hi-top sneakers, oversized silver headphones around his neck. Inside the drained record store. Dez keeps running down the looping aisle as
 it repeats faster and faster until he is running in place like a locked
 groove, slowing, winding down like a turntable losing power, coming to rest
 mid-stride, a still frame of a man. The clip ends held on his stopped frame.
 Static shot. 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink outlines, painterly gouache backgrounds, cold flickering fluorescent light, drained desaturated palette with sickly green shadows, heavy film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 mh2_action [Dez]  (the hum)
-Inside the drained store, the overhead fluorescent tubes flicker in sequence
+Dez is a lanky 20-something record store clerk: tall messy black quiff, olive skin, open red flannel shirt over a plain faded black t-shirt, rolled dark jeans, scuffed white hi-top sneakers, oversized silver headphones around his neck. Inside the drained store, the overhead fluorescent tubes flicker in sequence
 down the aisle toward Dez like something approaching along the ceiling; he
 ducks behind a record crate and clamps both hands over his mouth as the
 flicker passes over him, dust falling in the strobing light. Low tense shot.
 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink outlines, painterly gouache backgrounds, cold flickering fluorescent light, drained desaturated palette with sickly green shadows, heavy film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 mh2_death [Dez]
-Inside the drained store. The traveling fluorescent flicker stops directly
+Dez is a lanky 20-something record store clerk: tall messy black quiff, olive skin, open red flannel shirt over a plain faded black t-shirt, rolled dark jeans, scuffed white hi-top sneakers, oversized silver headphones around his neck. Inside the drained store. The traveling fluorescent flicker stops directly
 above Dez's hiding spot; his shadow on the floor stands up by itself and
 walks away without him, and Dez stares at the empty floor where it was. The
 clip ends held on his shadowless feet. Static shot. 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink outlines, painterly gouache backgrounds, cold flickering fluorescent light, drained desaturated palette with sickly green shadows, heavy film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 mh3_action [Dez]  (the white label lies)
-Close on Dez's hands holding a pure white-sleeved record under the counter
+Dez is a lanky 20-something record store clerk: tall messy black quiff, olive skin, open red flannel shirt over a plain faded black t-shirt, rolled dark jeans, scuffed white hi-top sneakers, oversized silver headphones around his neck. Close on Dez's hands holding a pure white-sleeved record under the counter
 lamp; he slides the record out, examines the runout groove, tilts it against
 the light, and the etched scratches in the dead wax visibly REARRANGE
 themselves as abstract marks while he watches, his reflection in the vinyl
 lagging behind his movement. Macro close-up. 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink outlines, painterly gouache backgrounds, cold flickering fluorescent light, drained desaturated palette with sickly green shadows, heavy film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 mh3_death [Dez]
-Close on the spinning white label record on the turntable; Dez leans in to
+Dez is a lanky 20-something record store clerk: tall messy black quiff, olive skin, open red flannel shirt over a plain faded black t-shirt, rolled dark jeans, scuffed white hi-top sneakers, oversized silver headphones around his neck. Close on the spinning white label record on the turntable; Dez leans in to
 read the runout and his reflection in the black vinyl reaches up out of the
 disc, takes hold of his collar, and draws him gently down INTO the groove
 spiral; the platter keeps turning, unbothered. The clip ends held on the
 spinning record. Macro shot. 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink outlines, painterly gouache backgrounds, cold flickering fluorescent light, drained desaturated palette with sickly green shadows, heavy film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 mh4_action [Dez + Wal]  ⑂(Omni Flash)  (first contact)
-The drained record store's repair bench. In the reflection on a stack of
+Dez is a lanky 20-something record store clerk: tall messy black quiff, olive skin, open red flannel shirt over a plain faded black t-shirt, rolled dark jeans, scuffed white hi-top sneakers, oversized silver headphones around his neck. Wal is the ghost of a 1970s mastering engineer: a stooped older man in a brown cardigan, magnifying loupe on his forehead, faintly translucent at the edges like a double exposure, kindly and tired, never menacing. The drained record store's repair bench. In the reflection on a stack of
 shrink-wrapped records, Wal the translucent engineer stands beside Dez,
 pointing patiently at a groove with a worn stylus; Dez wheels around to an
 empty room, turns back, and Wal is now on BOTH sides of the reflection.
 Static uneasy shot. 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink outlines, painterly gouache backgrounds, cold flickering fluorescent light, drained desaturated palette with sickly green shadows, heavy film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 mh4_death [Dez]
-The repair bench. Dez leans so close to the reflective shrink-wrap that his
+Dez is a lanky 20-something record store clerk: tall messy black quiff, olive skin, open red flannel shirt over a plain faded black t-shirt, rolled dark jeans, scuffed white hi-top sneakers, oversized silver headphones around his neck. The repair bench. Dez leans so close to the reflective shrink-wrap that his
 breath fogs it; the fog does not fade — it spreads over the whole frame like
 shrink film tightening, wrapping the entire image with Dez inside it, and the
 scene becomes a sealed mint record of itself. The clip ends held on the
 sealed image. Static shot. 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink outlines, painterly gouache backgrounds, cold flickering fluorescent light, drained desaturated palette with sickly green shadows, heavy film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 mh5_action [Dez]  (the side must not run out)
-The shop turntable in drained light, the tonearm nearing the runout; Dez
+Dez is a lanky 20-something record store clerk: tall messy black quiff, olive skin, open red flannel shirt over a plain faded black t-shirt, rolled dark jeans, scuffed white hi-top sneakers, oversized silver headphones around his neck. The shop turntable in drained light, the tonearm nearing the runout; Dez
 vaults the counter in desperate silence, drops to his knees, and drops the
 needle back to the outer groove with surgical care as color briefly floods
 back into the store around him like a held breath released. Slow-motion dive,
 then stillness. 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink outlines, painterly gouache backgrounds, cold flickering fluorescent light, drained desaturated palette with sickly green shadows, heavy film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 mh5_death [Dez]
-The shop turntable. Dez lunges for the tonearm and misses; the needle enters
+Dez is a lanky 20-something record store clerk: tall messy black quiff, olive skin, open red flannel shirt over a plain faded black t-shirt, rolled dark jeans, scuffed white hi-top sneakers, oversized silver headphones around his neck. The shop turntable. Dez lunges for the tonearm and misses; the needle enters
 the runout — click — and on each click the store JUMPS one frame darker, Dez
 frozen mid-lunge in successively darker exposures like film frames burning
 down, until only the turntable is lit. The clip ends held on the click-lit
 turntable. Static strobing shot. 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink outlines, painterly gouache backgrounds, cold flickering fluorescent light, drained desaturated palette with sickly green shadows, heavy film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 mh6_action [Dez + Mildred]  ⑂(Omni Flash)  (the one rule of humanity)
-The drained store's back room. Mildred the fat gray tabby sits precisely
+Dez is a lanky 20-something record store clerk: tall messy black quiff, olive skin, open red flannel shirt over a plain faded black t-shirt, rolled dark jeans, scuffed white hi-top sneakers, oversized silver headphones around his neck. Mildred is a fat gray-striped tabby store cat with half-closed judgmental eyes and a white chest. The drained store's back room. Mildred the fat gray tabby sits precisely
 where her bowl should be, staring at Dez; he searches empty shelves in rising
 panic, finds one dented tin rolled under a crate, and pours it out; as she
 eats, warm color spreads outward from the cat in a soft circle like a
 campfire. Warm-centered wide shot. 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink outlines, painterly gouache backgrounds, cold flickering fluorescent light, drained desaturated palette with sickly green shadows, heavy film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 mh6_death [Dez + Mildred]  ⑂
-The drained back room. Dez reaches for the cat food tin but the shelf
+Dez is a lanky 20-something record store clerk: tall messy black quiff, olive skin, open red flannel shirt over a plain faded black t-shirt, rolled dark jeans, scuffed white hi-top sneakers, oversized silver headphones around his neck. Mildred is a fat gray-striped tabby store cat with half-closed judgmental eyes and a white chest. The drained back room. Dez reaches for the cat food tin but the shelf
 recedes from his hand, the room stretching longer with each grab; Mildred
 watches him recede down the endless room, slow-blinks once, and looks away.
 The clip ends held on Mildred's turned head, Dez tiny in the distance.
 Static shot from behind the cat. 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink outlines, painterly gouache backgrounds, cold flickering fluorescent light, drained desaturated palette with sickly green shadows, heavy film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 mh7_action [Dez + The Deadstock Double]  ⑂⭐  (the booth)
-The listening booth in the drained store, fogged glass. Dez wipes the fog
+Dez is a lanky 20-something record store clerk: tall messy black quiff, olive skin, open red flannel shirt over a plain faded black t-shirt, rolled dark jeans, scuffed white hi-top sneakers, oversized silver headphones around his neck. The Deadstock Double looks exactly like Dez — tall black quiff, red flannel, headphones around his neck — but with colors slightly faded, posture too still, and a smile that arrives late; always behind or near glass, never monstrous. The listening booth in the drained store, fogged glass. Dez wipes the fog
 and finds himself already inside, wearing his face a half-second late; the
 Double raises its hand exactly as Dez raises his, palm to palm through the
 glass, and then the Double's smile arrives after Dez has stopped smiling.
 Slow push-in over Dez's shoulder into the reflection. 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink outlines, painterly gouache backgrounds, cold flickering fluorescent light, drained desaturated palette with sickly green shadows, heavy film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 mh7_death [The Deadstock Double]
-The listening booth from inside, looking out through fogged glass. The
+The Deadstock Double looks exactly like Dez — tall black quiff, red flannel, headphones around his neck — but with colors slightly faded, posture too still, and a smile that arrives late; always behind or near glass, never monstrous. The listening booth from inside, looking out through fogged glass. The
 Double, wearing Dez's clothes crisply now in full color, adjusts the
 headphones around ITS neck, gives the glass a courteous nod, and walks off
 into the shop leaving the viewer behind in the booth as the fog closes over
@ -190,21 +190,21 @@ the glass. The clip ends held on the fogged glass. Static POV shot.
 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink outlines, painterly gouache backgrounds, cold flickering fluorescent light, drained desaturated palette with sickly green shadows, heavy film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 mh8_action [Dez + Wal]  ⑂⭐  (the message, the word to cut)
-Wal's workshop, materialized in the store's back room: a record lathe glowing
+Dez is a lanky 20-something record store clerk: tall messy black quiff, olive skin, open red flannel shirt over a plain faded black t-shirt, rolled dark jeans, scuffed white hi-top sneakers, oversized silver headphones around his neck. Wal is the ghost of a 1970s mastering engineer: a stooped older man in a brown cardigan, magnifying loupe on his forehead, faintly translucent at the edges like a double exposure, kindly and tired, never menacing. Wal's workshop, materialized in the store's back room: a record lathe glowing
 warm amber in the drained world. Translucent Wal guides Dez's hand to the
 cutting head, and together they cut ONE deliberate abstract mark into the
 dead wax of the white label as sparks of light lift off the groove like
 fireflies. Reverent close-up. 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink outlines, painterly gouache backgrounds, cold flickering fluorescent light, drained desaturated palette with sickly green shadows, heavy film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 mh8_death [Dez]
-The lathe workshop. Dez cuts the mark alone, without waiting, and the
+Dez is a lanky 20-something record store clerk: tall messy black quiff, olive skin, open red flannel shirt over a plain faded black t-shirt, rolled dark jeans, scuffed white hi-top sneakers, oversized silver headphones around his neck. The lathe workshop. Dez cuts the mark alone, without waiting, and the
 cutting head skates — the whole room SKIPS like a scratched record, three
 frames of the room stuttering back and forth with Dez caught mid-motion in
 each, then settles on an empty room, the lathe still turning. The clip ends
 held on the empty room. Stuttering static shot. 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink outlines, painterly gouache backgrounds, cold flickering fluorescent light, drained desaturated palette with sickly green shadows, heavy film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 mh9_win ⭐ [Dez + Mildred]  ⑂
-The record store as the etched white label plays: with each revolution color
+Dez is a lanky 20-something record store clerk: tall messy black quiff, olive skin, open red flannel shirt over a plain faded black t-shirt, rolled dark jeans, scuffed white hi-top sneakers, oversized silver headphones around his neck. Mildred is a fat gray-striped tabby store cat with half-closed judgmental eyes and a white chest. The record store as the etched white label plays: with each revolution color
 pours back aisle by aisle, the fluorescents steady, the aisles walk back
 into place ashamed of themselves, and Dez slides down the counter to the
 floor as Mildred climbs onto his lap uninvited; through the window,
@ -212,7 +212,7 @@ Tuesday's light finally moves. Long-held warm wide shot. The clip ends held
 on the two of them. 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink outlines, painterly gouache backgrounds, cold flickering fluorescent light, drained desaturated palette with sickly green shadows, heavy film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 mh_gameover [The Deadstock Double]
-A bright, fully-colored, cheerful record store. The Double, crisp and
+The Deadstock Double looks exactly like Dez — tall black quiff, red flannel, headphones around his neck — but with colors slightly faded, posture too still, and a smile that arrives late; always behind or near glass, never monstrous. A bright, fully-colored, cheerful record store. The Double, crisp and
 saturated, serves an unseen customer with a perfect smile that arrives
 exactly on time now; only in the fogged listening-booth glass behind it is
 there the faint outline of a figure with both palms on the inside of the
@ -220,7 +220,7 @@ glass. The clip ends held with the smile in front and the palms behind.
 Static wide shot. 1980s hand-drawn cel animation, thick ink outlines, painterly gouache backgrounds, cold flickering fluorescent light, drained desaturated palette with sickly green shadows, heavy film grain. No text, no captions, no watermark; all signs, posters and record sleeves are blank or abstract designs with no lettering.
 mh_stinger [Mildred]
-The restored colorful store at closing, warm light. Mildred sits on the
+Mildred is a fat gray-striped tabby store cat with half-closed judgmental eyes and a white chest. The restored colorful store at closing, warm light. Mildred sits on the
 counter beside the white-labeled record, staring at the listening booth in
 the background for a long moment, then turns to the camera and does not
 blink for the entire remainder of the clip. The clip ends held on her stare.