Other Rose (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} akycha) wrote,@ 2003-04-08 15:16:00 |
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Shadows on the Wall: Give Me Worlds Enough and Thyme
[Scene: All three shadowgirls are sitting around a large round table on wrought-iron chairs. Behind C-ko is a large scratch pad on a tripod, but because this is all shadow-outlines, you cannot see what it is showing. To one side is an overhead projector, and the table is littered with papers and teacups. Gir is running around the table in circles.]
B-ko: [Slowly] So, that's the plan, huh?
C-ko: Yes, I think it's workable. I've got the evidence [lifts a videotape off the table] and it's pretty conclusive, if you ask me.
A-ko: I think it will work.
B-ko: [Shakes her head] No.
C-ko: What do you mean, no? It will work!
B-ko: It will work, but is it what we want to do?
A-ko: [Pushes her glasses up to her forehead and rests her head in her hands] Anything to get out of this outfit, frankly.
C-ko: It will get us back to--
B-ko: You don't understand. That's not the only thing I want.
A-ko: What do you want?
B-ko: [Shoving her chair back and standing up] I don't want to make a decision. I don't want a compromise, this thing or that, a way out. I want it all. I want it all.
[C-ko and A-ko stare at her for a moment.]
C-ko: [Stands up suddenly] You don't mean Revolution! We can't go on playing by other rules! We have to make our own rules!
B-ko: Exactly.
[They stare at one another for a long time, while Gir runs in circles around them and around the table.]
Gir: Running runnnnninnnngggggg runnninnnngggggg!!!!!! Can't catch me! Can't catch meeeeeeeeee!
A-ko: [Without looking around, she sticks her arm out and Gir runs smack into it, stopping himself dead] Gir, settle down.
Gir: OOOooooookaaaaay! [Slumps to sitting position on ground.]
C-ko: It's a risk.
B-ko: Well, you know what they say about omelets and eggs...
Gir: I like eggs!
A-ko: [Darkly] So do the rest of us.
C-ko: They say, actually, that omelets need thyme to come out well.
B-ko: Then give me time. That's all I ask, anyway, just a little time.
[A-ko rummages among the papers on the table and silently hands B-ko a stopwatch.]
[Scene: All three shadowgirls are sitting around a large round table on wrought-iron chairs. Behind C-ko is a large scratch pad on a tripod, but because this is all shadow-outlines, you cannot see what it is showing. To one side is an overhead projector, and the table is littered with papers and teacups. Gir is running around the table in circles.]
B-ko: [Slowly] So, that's the plan, huh?
C-ko: Yes, I think it's workable. I've got the evidence [lifts a videotape off the table] and it's pretty conclusive, if you ask me.
A-ko: I think it will work.
B-ko: [Shakes her head] No.
C-ko: What do you mean, no? It will work!
B-ko: It will work, but is it what we want to do?
A-ko: [Pushes her glasses up to her forehead and rests her head in her hands] Anything to get out of this outfit, frankly.
C-ko: It will get us back to--
B-ko: You don't understand. That's not the only thing I want.
A-ko: What do you want?
B-ko: [Shoving her chair back and standing up] I don't want to make a decision. I don't want a compromise, this thing or that, a way out. I want it all. I want it all.
[C-ko and A-ko stare at her for a moment.]
C-ko: [Stands up suddenly] You don't mean Revolution! We can't go on playing by other rules! We have to make our own rules!
B-ko: Exactly.
[They stare at one another for a long time, while Gir runs in circles around them and around the table.]
Gir: Running runnnnninnnngggggg runnninnnngggggg!!!!!! Can't catch me! Can't catch meeeeeeeeee!
A-ko: [Without looking around, she sticks her arm out and Gir runs smack into it, stopping himself dead] Gir, settle down.
Gir: OOOooooookaaaaay! [Slumps to sitting position on ground.]
C-ko: It's a risk.
B-ko: Well, you know what they say about omelets and eggs...
Gir: I like eggs!
A-ko: [Darkly] So do the rest of us.
C-ko: They say, actually, that omelets need thyme to come out well.
B-ko: Then give me time. That's all I ask, anyway, just a little time.
[A-ko rummages among the papers on the table and silently hands B-ko a stopwatch.]
