Con:(stands, pacing) One, I am indeed at war, yet unaware of the decision. Perhaps I am dreaming still, waking in this lucid realm I have crafted…as a safe system, you see. Two, I am fully C… (he curls his hand into a fist, then venomously)conscious and is talking to myself, mentally, and my mindscape has somehow taken a preference to the Message Boards setting. (pause) That doesn’t explain why you are here though.
Essa: (smiles) Charmed.
Con:(bewildered) At last, three. (grave, then with realization) I am in a horrendous half-baked play written by an inexperience user, originally created as a joke.
Essa:(blows on liquid) Ah, of course. The campaign.
Con: (turns) What?
Essa: (louder) CAMPAIGN!
Con:(frowns) Elaborate.
Essa: The Moar Army? Luring newbie writers to the MB Stories forum? “The Race”? (sarcastically devastated) Two users against the world, Con. Have you forgotten?
Con: I meant that as a joke!
Leaf: It isa joke.
Startled by the commentary, Con and Essa turn toward the source of the voice, finding TEALEAF (henceforth “Leaf”) seated in another table further back, typing away merrily in a laptop.
Ah, good morning!
Con: Who are you….WHAT ARE YOU—
Leaf: Welcome to my play! (pause) I thought talking to two experienced writers here on the Eternals would greatly aid me in my work. I am in desperate need of advice, you see.
Essa: “Advice”?
Con:(points to device) Delete this at once! I refuse to be scripted— (furious) HAVE YOU BEEN CENSORING MY C O N PUNS?!
Leaf: Forgive me, sir. I don’t have the patience to—
Con: UNACCEPTABLE! WHY, THIS IS A DIRECT ATTACK ON MY IDENTITY! WHAT ABSURD, INC- (chokes, splutters) …conCEIVABLE—
Essa: (shoves him, CON stumbles) What help do you need?
Leaf: A writing tip. You see— (dejected) I have forgotten what is necessary in a story.
To give an idea of how long this idea has plagued my mind. Oh boy.
Awesome!! Love the new part, and your plot so far is unique and factually correct and entertaining. I love it. Moar!!
Thank you! Well, it was indeed inspired by unique sources...I'm glad you enjoy it!!
Con:(stands, pacing) One, I am indeed at war, yet unaware of the decision. Perhaps I am dreaming still, waking in this lucid realm I have crafted…as a safe system, you see. Two, I am fully C… (he curls his hand into a fist, then venomously)conscious and is talking to myself, mentally, and my mindscape has somehow taken a preference to the Message Boards setting. (pause) That doesn’t explain why you are here though.
Essa: (smiles) Charmed.
Con:(bewildered) At last, three. (grave, then with realization) I am in a horrendous half-baked play written by an inexperience user, originally created as a joke.
Essa:(blows on liquid) Ah, of course. The campaign.
Con: (turns) What?
Essa: (louder) CAMPAIGN!
Con:(frowns) Elaborate.
Essa: The Moar Army? Luring newbie writers to the MB Stories forum? “The Race”? (sarcastically devastated) Two users against the world, Con. Have you forgotten?
Con: I meant that as a joke!
Leaf: It isa joke.
Startled by the commentary, Con and Essa turn toward the source of the voice, finding TEALEAF (henceforth “Leaf”) seated in another table further back, typing away merrily in a laptop.
Ah, good morning!
Con: Who are you….WHAT ARE YOU—
Leaf: Welcome to my play! (pause) I thought talking to two experienced writers here on the Eternals would greatly aid me in my work. I am in desperate need of advice, you see.
Essa: “Advice”?
Con:(points to device) Delete this at once! I refuse to be scripted— (furious) HAVE YOU BEEN CENSORING MY C O N PUNS?!
Leaf: Forgive me, sir. I don’t have the patience to—
Con: UNACCEPTABLE! WHY, THIS IS A DIRECT ATTACK ON MY IDENTITY! WHAT ABSURD, INC- (chokes, splutters) …conCEIVABLE—
Essa: (shoves him, CON stumbles) What help do you need?
Leaf: A writing tip. You see— (dejected) I have forgotten what is necessary in a story.
To give an idea of how long this idea has plagued my mind. Oh boy.
The lack of Con puns is seriously playing with my brain.
I'm afraid it will C...continue throughout. Brace yourself.
The scene opens in a quiet café setting, preferably on a city sidewalk accompanied with a simple arrangement of chairs and tables, the umbrellas unfolded to shield the customers from the dim morning sun. Two users are chatting among themselves as they wait for their ordered beverages. The conversation cannot be heard by the audience and slight, muted hand gestures can be seen.
Sitting in the chairs are THEGREATCON (henceforth “Con”) and ESAANIMALS (henceforth “Essa”), and by now the server has brought their orders, both coffee to boot. Con eyes his cup suspiciously whereas Essa drinks down the liquid without hesitation, silence and muted tapping of feet the only sounds remaining on stage.
After what seems like minutes, Con finally reaches for the cup, tastes the liquid, and—
Con: Horrible.
Essa:(amused) Is that all you have to say?
Con: No. (pause) I could’ve said terrible, gruesome, dreadful, vile…and yet I said “horrible”, as if not given a choice.
Essa: What do you mean?
Con: Don’t you find it strange? (pause) I don’t sound like myself, neither do you. Something is dictating my speech and twisting my words.
Essa:(wearily) Are you at war with yourself?
Con: (takes another sip, savors it, replaces the cup) It is not an individual battle, but a show of wits with an undetermined external force. This is a situation I’m most unfamiliar with, yet no C… (he coughs) …complete stranger to. C… (he is frustrated for some reason) …common usage of such formal language in this age is unnatural, yet the voice of the subconscious mind…. (he blinks then lets the reasoning go, greatly puzzled with himself) There has to be a viable reason, and I C… (he scoffs) can think of three.
Beat
Essa: (intrigued) Go on?
Me? Writing a MB story? Yeah I don't know how but here we are. Enjoy! xD
Ooh, a play!
Good intro. Keep it up!
*Bookmarks*
"Wise words by wise men write wise deeds in wise pen." —Lollimon the Wise
Con:(stands, pacing) One, I am indeed at war, yet unaware of the decision. Perhaps I am dreaming still, waking in this lucid realm I have crafted…as a safe system, you see. Two, I am fully C… (he curls his hand into a fist, then venomously)conscious and is talking to myself, mentally, and my mindscape has somehow taken a preference to the Message Boards setting. (pause) That doesn’t explain why you are here though.
Essa: (smiles) Charmed.
Con:(bewildered) At last, three. (grave, then with realization) I am in a horrendous half-baked play written by an inexperience user, originally created as a joke.
Essa:(blows on liquid) Ah, of course. The campaign.
Con: (turns) What?
Essa: (louder) CAMPAIGN!
Con:(frowns) Elaborate.
Essa: The Moar Army? Luring newbie writers to the MB Stories forum? “The Race”? (sarcastically devastated) Two users against the world, Con. Have you forgotten?
Con: I meant that as a joke!
Leaf: It isa joke.
Startled by the commentary, Con and Essa turn toward the source of the voice, finding TEALEAF (henceforth “Leaf”) seated in another table further back, typing away merrily in a laptop.
Ah, good morning!
Con: Who are you….WHAT ARE YOU—
Leaf: Welcome to my play! (pause) I thought talking to two experienced writers here on the Eternals would greatly aid me in my work. I am in desperate need of advice, you see.
Essa: “Advice”?
Con:(points to device) Delete this at once! I refuse to be scripted— (furious) HAVE YOU BEEN CENSORING MY C O N PUNS?!
Leaf: Forgive me, sir. I don’t have the patience to—
Con: UNACCEPTABLE! WHY, THIS IS A DIRECT ATTACK ON MY IDENTITY! WHAT ABSURD, INC- (chokes, splutters) …conCEIVABLE—
Essa: (shoves him, CON stumbles) What help do you need?
Leaf: A writing tip. You see— (dejected) I have forgotten what is necessary in a story.
To give an idea of how long this idea has plagued my mind. Oh boy.
The lack of COn puns is messing with my head as well. I wonder what other user's we'll see in your play...
"Wise words by wise men write wise deeds in wise pen." —Lollimon the Wise
Essa:(shrugs) I wouldn’t be surprised. But since we’ve helped her with the story—
Con:(relieved) —it’s bound to continue, least for a little while.
Essa:(jokingly) May it prosper through its initial stages—
Con:(reassured) —and survive the test of time. (pause) I suppose it’s time to leave. How do we do this?
Essa: Like all plays. Depart from the stage and close the scene. The lights will dim and a blackout will ensue.
Con: But will we still be here? After all these changes, all these rearrangements…will we emerge once more?
Essa: Only one way to find out, I’m afraid.
Con: (nods) Right behind you then. Ladies first.
Essa:(pleased) And they said chivalry is dead. Thank you. (exits)
Con lingers, sharing a glance with the audience. He replaces the sombrero upon his head before making a face to the readers. Receiving no immediate response, the user finally leaves the stage and exits through the Fourth Wall, back to reality.
(END OF SCENE ONE: THAT MORNING)
(BLACKOUT)
That's all I have for now. Writing this has been a joy. xD
Con:(stands, pacing) One, I am indeed at war, yet unaware of the decision. Perhaps I am dreaming still, waking in this lucid realm I have crafted…as a safe system, you see. Two, I am fully C… (he curls his hand into a fist, then venomously)conscious and is talking to myself, mentally, and my mindscape has somehow taken a preference to the Message Boards setting. (pause) That doesn’t explain why you are here though.
Essa: (smiles) Charmed.
Con:(bewildered) At last, three. (grave, then with realization) I am in a horrendous half-baked play written by an inexperience user, originally created as a joke.
Essa:(blows on liquid) Ah, of course. The campaign.
Con: (turns) What?
Essa: (louder) CAMPAIGN!
Con:(frowns) Elaborate.
Essa: The Moar Army? Luring newbie writers to the MB Stories forum? “The Race”? (sarcastically devastated) Two users against the world, Con. Have you forgotten?
Con: I meant that as a joke!
Leaf: It isa joke.
Startled by the commentary, Con and Essa turn toward the source of the voice, finding TEALEAF (henceforth “Leaf”) seated in another table further back, typing away merrily in a laptop.
Ah, good morning!
Con: Who are you….WHAT ARE YOU—
Leaf: Welcome to my play! (pause) I thought talking to two experienced writers here on the Eternals would greatly aid me in my work. I am in desperate need of advice, you see.
Essa: “Advice”?
Con:(points to device) Delete this at once! I refuse to be scripted— (furious) HAVE YOU BEEN CENSORING MY C O N PUNS?!
Leaf: Forgive me, sir. I don’t have the patience to—
Con: UNACCEPTABLE! WHY, THIS IS A DIRECT ATTACK ON MY IDENTITY! WHAT ABSURD, INC- (chokes, splutters) …conCEIVABLE—
Essa: (shoves him, CON stumbles) What help do you need?
Leaf: A writing tip. You see— (dejected) I have forgotten what is necessary in a story.
To give an idea of how long this idea has plagued my mind. Oh boy.
The lack of COn puns is messing with my head as well. I wonder what other user's we'll see in your play...
Essa:(shrugs) I wouldn’t be surprised. But since we’ve helped her with the story—
Con:(relieved) —it’s bound to continue, least for a little while.
Essa:(jokingly) May it prosper through its initial stages—
Con:(reassured) —and survive the test of time. (pause) I suppose it’s time to leave. How do we do this?
Essa: Like all plays. Depart from the stage and close the scene. The lights will dim and a blackout will ensue.
Con: But will we still be here? After all these changes, all these rearrangements…will we emerge once more?
Essa: Only one way to find out, I’m afraid.
Con: (nods) Right behind you then. Ladies first.
Essa:(pleased) And they said chivalry is dead. Thank you. (exits)
Con lingers, sharing a glance with the audience. He replaces the sombrero upon his head before making a face to the readers. Receiving no immediate response, the user finally leaves the stage and exits through the Fourth Wall, back to reality.
(END OF SCENE ONE: THAT MORNING)
(BLACKOUT)
That's all I have for now. Writing this has been a joy. xD
Not the end of the whole story I hope!
It has been fun to read!! Thank you!
Certainly not?! But it is the end for now. You're welcome! ^-^
Ohh, this is so good! Sorry if this is awkward, but can I be in it? From observing me, you should probably know how to write me. If not I can tell you about myself.
Ohh, this is so good! Sorry if this is awkward, but can I be in it? From observing me, you should probably know how to write me. If not I can tell you about myself.
Hi!! Oh, Thank you so much! ^)^ Sure, why not? I can probably find a good spot for you since more users are bound to appear as the play goes on. Hmm...Tell me more about yourself!
(the last update was in November, but I'm getting ideas on how to continue. Just have to write them out... )
Ohh, this is so good! Sorry if this is awkward, but can I be in it? From observing me, you should probably know how to write me. If not I can tell you about myself.
Hi!! Oh, Thank you so much! ^)^ Sure, why not? I can probably find a good spot for you since more users are bound to appear as the play goes on. Hmm...Tell me more about yourself!
(the last update was in November, but I'm getting ideas on how to continue. Just have to write them out... )
Yes, moar please!3:
"Wise words by wise men write wise deeds in wise pen." —Lollimon the Wise
Hi!! Oh, Thank you so much! ^)^ Sure, why not? I can probably find a good spot for you since more users are bound to appear as the play goes on. Hmm...Tell me more about yourself!
(the last update was in November, but I'm getting ideas on how to continue. Just have to write them out... )
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Love the new part, and your plot so far is unique and factually correct and entertaining. I love it. ![[uni]](http://storage.proboards.com/6672327/images/mPKcREJAtrpeAXSOgaOH.png)
Well, it was indeed inspired by unique sources...I'm glad you enjoy it!! 
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But it is the end for now. 
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