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Exquisite Corpse #3
Part 3 By Me, Sharky Pistolsmith!
Margaret walks quickly from the boys to the door leaving a jet stream of her perfume. Margaret goes to open the door but the static electricity has made the door stick. She finally gets it open as the oil reaches her new shoes. She slams the door and when the door hit the frame, sparks come out. Nathaniel, Oliver, and Preston take three steps toward the door and away from the Electrapositronidipolarizamatazzatron. They breath and take a second to inhale Margaret’s perfume. When they exhale their faces have turned from sublime to anger.
Nathaniel grabs Oliver and begins to berate him. During the conversation, the static that holds Nathaniel’s hair up diminishes and is transferred to oliver and causes his hair to stand.
Nathaniel and Oliver both grab Preston causing his hair to stand up on end. They explode in accusations of scientific inadequacy, blame, and assertions on who Margaret actually loves. Preston gets more and more fed up.
Preston clamps his hands over his mouth realizing he has said the word that activates the Electrapositronidipolarizamatazzatron. The machine emits a deep rumble, begins to spew oil covering the boys, and electricity sparks out in long zaps.
Preston tries to turn the machine off but Nathaniel and Oliver grab him and keep him in the tussle. The lights go out. With the electricity in the air, the boys’ skeletons are charged and shine through their bodies(they are white against the dark) The fight escalates. We hear margaret trying to open the door again. When she does light and oxygen wooshes in and allows the room lights come one. The boys are covered in the black oil and against the white background of the lab, they look like the photonegative of the skeletons that were just fighting.
The lights begin to go in and out again as margaret walks towards the Electrapositronidipolarizamatazzatron and her purse. The boys now fight to run to her to apologize and woo. The boys slip and fall on the floor causing them to become magnetized and slide around the floor being attracted and repulsed by one another. To get across the room to her purse and minimize the oil on her new shoes, Margaret navigates jumping on the brothers as they slide hither and thither on the floor. She climbs on Preston.
She hops on to Oliver.
She hops on to Nathaniel.
Nathaniel hits Oliver. They slide over toward the purse.
MARGARET
I’m... going to wait outside.
Margaret walks quickly from the boys to the door leaving a jet stream of her perfume. Margaret goes to open the door but the static electricity has made the door stick. She finally gets it open as the oil reaches her new shoes. She slams the door and when the door hit the frame, sparks come out. Nathaniel, Oliver, and Preston take three steps toward the door and away from the Electrapositronidipolarizamatazzatron. They breath and take a second to inhale Margaret’s perfume. When they exhale their faces have turned from sublime to anger.
Nathaniel grabs Oliver and begins to berate him. During the conversation, the static that holds Nathaniel’s hair up diminishes and is transferred to oliver and causes his hair to stand.
NATH
You said everything was functional and operating!
OLIVER
Ow, let me go! I said everything was at 80%! 80% functionality!
PRESTON
Calm down. Calm down you two!
NATH
You’re shoddy science embarrassed me in front of the woman I love!
OLIVER
My science is correct and she loves me!
PRESTON
Take a deep breath you two!
OLIVER
The fumes are probably 60% toxic so that MIGHT not be the best idea!
NATH
Are you trying to kill us Preston?!
PRESTON
No and Margaret loves me.
Nathaniel and Oliver both grab Preston causing his hair to stand up on end. They explode in accusations of scientific inadequacy, blame, and assertions on who Margaret actually loves. Preston gets more and more fed up.
PRESTON
Oh, cut it out you two dummies! For the love of Zeus!
Preston clamps his hands over his mouth realizing he has said the word that activates the Electrapositronidipolarizamatazzatron. The machine emits a deep rumble, begins to spew oil covering the boys, and electricity sparks out in long zaps.
OLIVER
Neanderthal!
NATH
What a mistake you have made!
Preston tries to turn the machine off but Nathaniel and Oliver grab him and keep him in the tussle. The lights go out. With the electricity in the air, the boys’ skeletons are charged and shine through their bodies(they are white against the dark) The fight escalates. We hear margaret trying to open the door again. When she does light and oxygen wooshes in and allows the room lights come one. The boys are covered in the black oil and against the white background of the lab, they look like the photonegative of the skeletons that were just fighting.
MARGARET
I left my purse....oh my god! What a mess!
The lights begin to go in and out again as margaret walks towards the Electrapositronidipolarizamatazzatron and her purse. The boys now fight to run to her to apologize and woo. The boys slip and fall on the floor causing them to become magnetized and slide around the floor being attracted and repulsed by one another. To get across the room to her purse and minimize the oil on her new shoes, Margaret navigates jumping on the brothers as they slide hither and thither on the floor. She climbs on Preston.
PRESTON
Ouch. Margaret, I’m so glad you came back. I wanted to apologize...
MARG
Stuff it, Preston!
PRESTON
I never told you but it was I who wrote the poem in the...
MARG
Hallway? It was a little dry, don’t you think?
She hops on to Oliver.
OLIVER
Ouch. Margaret, I know you’re actually here for me. For us.
Ouch. Margaret, I know you’re actually here for me. For us.
MARG
Don’t sit up so much.
OLIVER
Oh yes, of course. You must understand that I knew we weren’t ready but I was pressured... manipulated...
MARG
That makes two of us.
She hops on to Nathaniel.
NATH
Ouch...
MARG
Shut up! I’m just here for my purse!
NATH
I understand, Margaret. When I hit Oliver again, it should reverse my polarity enough to send us over to your purse.
MARG
Good.
NATH
Margaret, I know we arn’t going to get the grant but...
MARG
But what? But nothing.
Nathaniel hits Oliver. They slide over toward the purse.
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Exquisite Corpse #2
Part 2 By Alisa Rosenthal!
GLEN
Help.
MARGARET
What’s wrong?
GLEN
It’s... I... I can’t get this dress off.
MARGARET
Oh... kay....
GLEN
Can you... come in here and help me get it off?
MARGARET
Seriously?
(GLEN whimpers)
MARGARET (cont)
Fine.
(MARGARET goes in the dressing room)
MARGARET (cont)
Ok, ok, I know, I know, shh shh, it’ll be ok. Just... keep your arms straight up, and wiggle your head a bit. Good, good, there you go.
(GLEN gets the dress off)
GLEN
I didn’t even like it that much.
MARGARET
Well no, not after that.
GLEN
Oh my god.
MARGARET
What?
GLEN
Look at what it did to my back.
(GLEN turns around to expose a huge cut down her back.)
MARGARET
Oh my god! The dress did that??
GLEN
Well I didn’t have that before I got here!
MARGARET
That’s weird.
GLEN
I know. Damn exposed zippers.
MARGARET
No, it’s really weird.
GLEN
Um, sure.
MARGARET
Because I have that same cut on my back.
GLEN
Did you try on this dress too? I think it’s just made shitty.
MARGARET
No... I just woke up and had it.
GLEN
Seriously?
MARGARET
I think I just somehow scratched myself in my sleep. I guess.
GLEN
Have you scratched yourself... like that... in your sleep before?
MARGARET
I think so. But not in years.
GLEN
Oh... I’m sorry. We don’t have to talk about this.
(MARGARET starts to take off her dress to show her scratch when SANDY knocks on the door.)
SANDY
Hey - are there two people in there?
GLEN and MARGARET
No. (Beat.) Dammit.
SANDY
There can only be one person in there at a time.
GLEN
We’re almost done.
SANDY
Fine, just, put your clothes and like... just please don’t make me have to open the door. It’s... never cool for me.
(MARGARET collects herself. They both come out.)
SANDY (cont)
Glen??
GLEN
Stephanie?
SANDY
Sandy.
GLEN
Sandy! Holy crap, how are you?
SANDY
Good. Working retail, ha. I have a son!
GLEN
Get out! That’s crazy weird!
SANDY
Is it? I think it’s beautiful.
MARGARET
I’m... going to wait outside.
GLEN
Help.
MARGARET
What’s wrong?
GLEN
It’s... I... I can’t get this dress off.
MARGARET
Oh... kay....
GLEN
Can you... come in here and help me get it off?
MARGARET
Seriously?
(GLEN whimpers)
MARGARET (cont)
Fine.
(MARGARET goes in the dressing room)
MARGARET (cont)
Ok, ok, I know, I know, shh shh, it’ll be ok. Just... keep your arms straight up, and wiggle your head a bit. Good, good, there you go.
(GLEN gets the dress off)
GLEN
I didn’t even like it that much.
MARGARET
Well no, not after that.
GLEN
Oh my god.
MARGARET
What?
GLEN
Look at what it did to my back.
(GLEN turns around to expose a huge cut down her back.)
MARGARET
Oh my god! The dress did that??
GLEN
Well I didn’t have that before I got here!
MARGARET
That’s weird.
GLEN
I know. Damn exposed zippers.
MARGARET
No, it’s really weird.
GLEN
Um, sure.
MARGARET
Because I have that same cut on my back.
GLEN
Did you try on this dress too? I think it’s just made shitty.
MARGARET
No... I just woke up and had it.
GLEN
Seriously?
MARGARET
I think I just somehow scratched myself in my sleep. I guess.
GLEN
Have you scratched yourself... like that... in your sleep before?
MARGARET
I think so. But not in years.
GLEN
Oh... I’m sorry. We don’t have to talk about this.
(MARGARET starts to take off her dress to show her scratch when SANDY knocks on the door.)
SANDY
Hey - are there two people in there?
GLEN and MARGARET
No. (Beat.) Dammit.
SANDY
There can only be one person in there at a time.
GLEN
We’re almost done.
SANDY
Fine, just, put your clothes and like... just please don’t make me have to open the door. It’s... never cool for me.
(MARGARET collects herself. They both come out.)
SANDY (cont)
Glen??
GLEN
Stephanie?
SANDY
Sandy.
GLEN
Sandy! Holy crap, how are you?
SANDY
Good. Working retail, ha. I have a son!
GLEN
Get out! That’s crazy weird!
SANDY
Is it? I think it’s beautiful.
MARGARET
I’m... going to wait outside.
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