-last edited on Nov 9, 2018 4:04:34 GMT by TeaLeaf❀
Post by TeaLeaf❀ on Nov 9, 2018 3:58:06 GMT
ACT ONE
SCENE ONE
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
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
Me: *sees new story* Cool! *hums while reading along happily* W w w WHA!! I'm in a play...... !!! Thanks so much!!! TheGreatCon
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
WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO MY PUNS? O_O
This is awesome TeaLeaf. I've never seen a play done on here.
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
Me: *sees new story* Cool! *hums while reading along happily* W w w WHA!! I'm in a play...... !!! Thanks so much!!! TheGreatCon
Yes!! You are now!!! I apologize in advance for any discrepancies in your portrayal. This story crashed into my drafts out of the blue.
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
WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO MY PUNS? O_O
This is awesome TeaLeaf. I've never seen a play done on here.
Hmm, it seems like they're currently being held hostage by the author...
Thanks! And I never thought I'd write a play, yet here we are.
-last edited on Nov 14, 2018 1:12:46 GMT by TeaLeaf❀
Post by TeaLeaf❀ on Nov 14, 2018 1:10:50 GMT
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.
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!!
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.
-last edited on Nov 21, 2018 2:34:35 GMT by TeaLeaf❀
Post by TeaLeaf❀ on Nov 21, 2018 2:33:41 GMT
Essa: Well. (pause) If I recall correctly, there’s the title—
Con: (winded) t-the setting—
Essa: (with care) —that’s the time and place, mind you—
Con: (settled) the characters—
Essa: (she spins) the theme—
Con:(thoughtfully) —the purpose, if you will—
Essa:(with outstretched arms) the artful diction—
Con: (unmoving) the complex syntax—
All: A convincing plot!
Beat
Essa: …I think that’s all.
Con: (frowns) Aren’t we missing something?
Essa: No, I think—
Leaf: Splendid! (she leaps up) You have been of the greatest help. I think it’s about time you return.
Con: To where?
Leaf: The actual story, of course! (clears throat) The script is now finished, the stage set. You are welcome to stay here if you like, but I doubt you would appreciate the mundanity of it. After all, nothing can be more exciting than a newborn tale!
Essa:(aimless) Where to? The café table? Our drinks?
Leaf: No, there. (guides them to the front edge of stage, facing the readers)The Fourth Wall. That’s where you shall cross. Once you’ve gone, however, I’m afraid you won’t recall our conversation…a shame, really. Though brief, we have had a decent talk. (pause) Go along now---there’s nothing more of concern. Let us see how the events present themselves. (aside) Hopefully it will be short and sweet.
Essa: Ha! We write anything but short.
Con: T’is both a blessing and a curse.
Leaf:(laughs) Very well then! Good day, Essa (turns to Con, while Essa bolts unprepared) …and great Con (turns to Essa, while Con tries to respond).
Essa:(alarmed) Not to be rude, but—
Leaf: See you around! (waves and exits)
Con: That was— Essa: Was that—
Beat
They stare at the deserted café then back at the Fourth Wall. Slowly, both mockingly take off their sombreros and bow for the all-seeing readers.
-last edited on Nov 21, 2018 2:42:15 GMT by TeaLeaf❀
Post by TeaLeaf❀ on Nov 21, 2018 2:41:41 GMT
Essa:(whispers) Is this the end?
Con: (shoots up, appalled) That fast?
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
!!! Thanks so much!!! 
And I never thought I'd write a play, yet here we are. 
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