(Please note, the following recap is for real and NOT A META TRICK. You can take this recap at face value.
Again, this is for real.)
(Please note, the following recap is for real and NOT A META TRICK. You can take this recap at face value.
Again, this is for real.)
Int: The Futureshop, surreal chamber
In the depths of The Futureshop, we find ourselves in a dark chamber full of frayed electrical wires that glitter, self-playing pianos that stutter, dark statues of unknown animals that could be confused for horses or squids, shelves with piles of burning reading glasses, and similar obscure memorabilia from another world. We find DUKE sitting on his thone-like chair/chair-like throne (think of the one from Game of Thrones, but with wood and electronica rather than swords). He is speaking to a SLAVE chained to the floor. The SLAVE is facing away from DUKE.
DUKE
See all this, SLAVE. See this town into which we have dug from unknowable tunnels. They know us not but we are here all the same.
Chapter 21
Dearest readers, journalists, and fans! For today’s chapter we present an exclusive look at ”Frank’s Funeral Program”. This limited edition, true-to-life piece of memorabilia was produced during season 17 of the show, and distributed to lucky viewers exclusively at telenovela conventions, actor appearances and signings, and other similar events. Enjoy!
Signed, Johannes Dalgren /creative director, the BOF
Int: Location unknown, Pastor Jing’s auditing chamber
MARCIA is sitting despondently on the edge of a divan. Long time no see, MARCIA! She seems as scattered as ever, and is nervously looking around the small room, waiting for someone. There is a chair for a practitioner to sit in as well as a small table with a glass of water and an e-meter. MARCIA jumps, startled, when PASTOR JING suddenly enters. The PASTOR strides purposefully over to his chair, all the while scanning a folder held in his hand. He addresses his patient nonchalantly, without meeting her pleading gaze.
PASTOR JING
Right, MARCIA WILKINSON. You are troubled by memories of trauma sustained at the Gastronomy Institute and have been under the wicked influence of psychiatry. Is that correct?
Int: The Gastronomy Institute, café
MADAME MORGANNA is sitting by herself at a table for two. The Institute’s lobby is mostly abandoned and she is alone in the café but for one of her tame peacocks, curled up by her feet.
MADAME MORGANNA
Enemy territory once more after all these years… Who would have thought it possible?
Int: the Intensifying Heart Club, wine lounge
DADDY, DR. ADAMSON and POLLYANNA are seated at a small table, sipping from glasses of expensive red wine. The table is covered by pieces of money and scattered paperwork.
DR. ADAMSON
So let’s run through this one more time. The Club is losing business, we’ve lost what little influence we had at the Committee, and now you’ve recieved an e-mail from FRANK. Is that the gist of it?
Int: Location unknown, the Committee conference chamber
Members of the Committee and various invited guests from other organisations are gathered around the conference table. STERN SPICE is speaking on the phone with wait sorry never mind. Continue reading
Int: The Intensifying Heart Club, at a table in the VIP section
DADDY and NICKY are seated at the table, opposite two empty chairs. DADDY is speaking on the phone with DR. ADAMSON.
DADDY
Yes, got it. All right, see you in a few.
He hangs up.
DADDY
They got a bit jammed in traffic, but they’ll be here in ten minutes or so.
NICKY
It will have to do, I suppose. Certainly in my time we kept our appointments, and even all these years later I’m still very cautious around this supposed doctor “friend” of yours. Also, what kind of waiters do you employ here? How long am I supposed to wait for a simple drink? Continue reading
Int: The Mayor’s Munch House, command central
THE MAYOR is sitting at a desk, speaking on the phone with an unheard, unknown individual. PAULETTE is sitting to his left, at a makeup table in the corner of the room. Her face is turned away from the camera. Her eyepatch is off and we can vaguely see a strange green glow in the mirror, coming from the right side of her face. To THE MAYOR’s right, there is a scrying pool of greenish, magical water.
THE MAYOR
Right, well, I is gonna have ta thank yez once again, pardner! This was a really great idea. The auditing of the Gastronomy Institute is the perfect opportunity to step up one’s ambitions – with that slippery cactus ADAMSON busy, the Intensifying Heart Club is in an unusually vulnerable position. Yes, they have been working out real good! They sure done did the job. Didn’t they, PAULETTE?? Continue reading