Last night our flyman was enjoying a bottle of Gatorade during a scene. As he was drinking it, he looked for a place to set it down between sips, and settled on the only flat surface in his vicinity, on top of the counterweight bricks on the line he would next be flying. The thing is, he never went back for another sip until after the scene change, when he looks for his bottle, and realizes it’s now somewhere up in the vicinity of the grid and will be staying there for about ten minutes. Thankfully it didn’t spill on the way up or on the way down.
I think this has to be the theatrical equivalent of driving away with your coffee on the roof of your car.
