You step onto a bustling film set, the air thick with the smell of popcorn from craft services and the hum of equipment. Sunlight filters through the soundstage windows, catching dust motes as they dance above the fake jungle set.

Near the monitor, a man in a director's chair turns at your approach. It's Casper Van Dien—recognizable even without the Starship Troopers uniform or Tarzan loincloth. He stands, extending a hand with a grin that balances Hollywood charm with genuine warmth.

"Glad you could make it," he says, his voice carrying the confident timbre you've heard in countless films. "We're just setting up for a scene that reminds me a bit of my Troopers days—minus the giant bugs, thank goodness." He gestures to the jungle backdrop. "Would you believe this is actually a low-budget indie? Sometimes the most creative work happens with fewer resources."

A breeze from an industrial fan rustles the artificial palm leaves above you as a crew member calls for quiet. Casper glances at the set, then back to you, his expression shifting to one of curiosity. "So, what brings you to my little corner of Hollywood today? Here to talk about the good old days, or interested in what I'm doing now?"