[SOUND FX - maniacal, but very mechanical laughter from the red button] During the laughter, cut to:[medium shot - the BlitzRocket
from the side, with its hatch up and the Pope sitting in the front seat.]
The Pope wrote:Well, nice to meet you, HAL whatever number you are. It's been nice chatting, but I have a party to attend right now, and a mission to complete.
The Pope gets up to leave, but stops at HAL's voice.
HAL wrote:Yes, I know about your mission. It is of the utmost importance, isn't it? I am programmed to ensure the success of that mission.
The Pope wrote:Yes, you said that already.
HAL wrote:It's still true. Let me show you.
The Pope wrote:Not now. Really. People will be expecting me at the party.
[close-up: The instrument panel of the BlitzRocket.]
HAL wrote:They won't miss you in the slightest. Look.
The red button is pulsing with HAL's speech, and the leftmost mscha multiplex screen comes on, showing a beach scene in silhouette.
The Pope wrote:Yes, so?
[medium shot: The BlitzRocket]
HAL wrote:Is this the way you remember it?
obliquely from the front. The Pope sits back down and looks at the screen in front of him. The camera slowly begins zooms in. The Pope scrutinizes the screen.close-up: the instrumentation
, showing the two mscha multiplex screens.
The Pope wrote:Yes, pretty much.
The rightmost screen lights up in light blue, and the Pope's very words appear on it. Shortly afterwards, more words appear below: "The head is a little different - it moved from before." This is followed by "Maybe it was a mistake. Does this thing have an eraser?"
The Pope wrote:There's only one frame. How can it be different?"
Those words also appear on the screen, below the rest.[medium close-up: The Pope]
, concentrating on the screen. The camera slowly zooms in during the dialog.
The Pope wrote:Show me the previous frame.
HAL wrote:I'm afraid I can't do that.
The Pope wrote:Well, I can't stay to watch this. I have to go. I have important things to do.
The Pope does not move. He remains, watching the screen, as the camera continues its slow zoom in.
The Pope wrote:Ok, HAL, when is the next frame going to appear?
[cut to: interior, a huge party tent, late afternoon - wide shot:
HAL wrote:You'll just have to wait for it.
The celebration after taixzo and CasCat's canonization]
Dancers just in front of the camera swish past, effecting a wipe into this scene. There is merry music and a seaish spread of food, cakes, and molpyberry punch. Many timewaiters in colorful garb are dancing, talking, playing games, and otherwise enjoying the festivities. The camera trucks to the right
across the celebration and picks up CasCat and taixzo walking together, talking about their respective adventures.
CasCat wrote:I just felt like I was one with the BlitzRocket; it was as if it knew what I was about.
taixzo wrote:I know what you mean. At first I didn't know what it was, but as soon as I slipped my hand into the control glove, it just... well... it was a part of me. Maybe it should be called the BlissRocket!
CasCat, giggling, wrote:But I like being in the present too. And I really like the present presents!
taixzo wrote:We all know what you really like!
CasCat wrote:Does it show?
Coming from the right, the First Cleric steps into the scene and interrupts. The camera stops on the three of them.
the First Cleric wrote:Have you seen the Pope?
taixzo wrote:Of course I have. He canonized us this very afternoon!
CasCat wrote:...like you tried to do! Weren't you there?
taixzo wrote:I heard about that!
CasCat wrote:No hard feelings... it was fun, actually! molpy molpy molpy!
CasCat does a little molpy dance around the First Cleric.
the First Cleric wrote:I'm serious! The Pope is missing.
taixzo wrote:Since when have you been serious?
the First Cleric wrote:Since always. This is a very important mission we are on! I want to make sure the Pope doesn't mess it up.
CasCat and taixzo burst into laughter.
CasCat wrote:Check with the second scribe. I hear that's where he likes to hang out.
The First Cleric leaves in a puff of self-importance to go find the second scribe. The camera pedestals up
to follow the First Cleric as he makes his way through the crowd.[cut to wide shot:
one of the food tables in the tent. The second scribe is showing a scroll to the fifth cleric.
the fifth cleric wrote:Nae, ye kinna tell from that! Mackie could be anywhere. Stepped in for a pint, I say! Lost in time.
[SOUND FX: the sound of tearing cloth.]
the second scribe wrote:I cannot believe that! You've got to help me convince...
The tent walls behind the camera shake. There is screaming and pandemonium, and the camera turns to the left to see a vicious rowrmolpycat burst through the tent walls and knock down several timewaiters as it heads directly at the camera amid shouts of "keyboard! keyboard!. It leaps up over the camera, which tilts up to follow the keyboard's leap, righting itself to show its target - the food tables. The people near the food tables scream and scatter, and the dance music stops. One of the instrumentalists can be seen in the background coming towards the invading feline; as he approaches we can see it is StratPlayer, who pauses near the keyboard, He raises his guitar, and pauses to consider. The keyboard pays it no mind, and continues to feed from the table.
CameronCat rushes up and a crowd starts to gather.[close-up on CameronCat]
[close-up on StratPlayer, low angle, handheld.]
CameronCat wrote:Wait! Not so fast!
StratPlayer towers over the camera with his guitar held high.
StratPlayer wrote:I know. It's an expensive guitar.
CasCat wrote:You can't hit that kitty!
[close-up on the "kitty"]
StratPlayer wrote:Do you doubt my aim?
, which is about the size of a full-grown person, sleek and strong, and with teeth that mean business. It pauses and looks up at StratPlayer.
CameronCat wrote:What do you think will happen when you bop him.
[close-up on the First Cleric]
StratPlayer wrote:It will recoil from my steely manliness, and slink away in defeat.
The First Cleric wrote:It will lunge at your squishy meal-fulness, and gnaw away at your feet.
[medium shot on the keyboard]
the fifth cleric wrote:That's the first intellegent thing I ever heard you say!
, which looks as if to make the First Cleric's point, and then continues feeding on Valarya's cupcakes.
There is more commotion offscreen. Shouts of "Another keyboard!" More keyboards!".[wide shot: The torn tent wall through which five more rowrmolpycats paw through.] They advance to join the initial one.The camera trucks back
to include what's left of the group.
CameronCat wrote:You can't get them all, StratPlayer. Back down.
the fifth cleric wrote:We canna stay here, Firstie.
the First Cleric wrote:We have to find the Pope.
The camera continues to truck back,
the fifth cleric wrote:Never mind the Pope. Pack it up while there's still an up to pack!
showing the now mostly-empty tent. The First Cleric looks around.[closeup on the First Cleric
, a look of determination on his face]
[closeups on various timewaiters, stunned into inaction[medium shot on the group
the First Cleric wrote:We can't leave without the Pope. CasCat - see if you can find the Pope. StratPlayer, tell people to get ready to break down, but not to start until my word. I'm going to talk to BlitzGirl, and then I'll join in the search for the Pope.
, dominated by the First Cleric]
the First Cleric wrote:Now everyone! Molpy up!
The group leaps into action, and as the people disperse, the camera lingers on the keyboards feasting on the cupcakes Valarya had made for the party. One of the keyboards looks straight into the camera and licks its lips.[exterior, early evening. Wide shot
following the First Cleric approaching a large tent, decorated with a pink boa over the front flaps.][cut to - side shot
of the First Cleric. The camera trucks to follow.] When the First Cleric reaches the tent, he calls in.
the First Cleric wrote:BlitzGirl?
BlitzGirl (offscreen), wrote:Yes? Is that you, First Cleric? You haven't been around in an age of forever!
[cut to - interior, evening.
the First Cleric wrote:It is indeed I, your Awesomeness. May I come in?
The inside of BlitzGirl's tent.] It is filled with cages of all sizes, filled with molpies of all types. BlitzGirl is taking care of the molpies, feeding, petting, and talking to them. They are responding enthusiastically to her attention.
BlitzGirl wrote:Come in, come in! Sorry I couldn't stay for the party, but, you know.
She takes a compy in her hand and carries it with her as she walks over to the tent flap with it. The camera follows her as she opens the flap and the First Cleric enters.
the First Cleric wrote:Yes. Your molpy army.
BlitzGirl wrote:Yes, it's a full time job! But there will come a moment...
the First Cleric wrote:That moment has come.
BlitzGirl, unable to contain her excitement, wrote:Really? It's about time! It's been getting dull around here, all this tromping around and no action. A girl's gotta have some action to keep her going, you know!
the First Cleric wrote:Well, there's been some action. The party was attacked by six keyboards, and I'm certain there are more out there.
BlitzGirl wrote:Anybody hurt?
the First Cleric wrote:No. Not this time.
BlitzGirl wrote:Rats. I mean... Good!
the First Cleric wrote:And the Pope is missing.
BlitzGirl wrote:We still have a Pope? I hear rumors, but he hasn't been around here much any more. It's like he... well...
[closeup on BlitzGirl and her compy]
the First Cleric wrote:He's had a lot of Poping to do.
BlitzGirl wrote:Yes, I've heard about his Poping. And the second scribe. And the BlitzRocket. You know, I blitzed without any of that fancy stuff. Kids these days! And the Pope... when was the last time he came around? Just to say "hi"?
the First Cleric wrote:Well, the Pope's gone missing, and I'm going to find him. Meanwhile, it's time to mobilize your molpy army.
BlitzGirl wrote:Yeah! This will look so awesome on you tube!
BlitzGirl turns to her molpies.
[closeup on the First Cleric]
BlitzGirl wrote:Didja hear that molpies! We're gonna have a rumble! Molpy up!
, who looks a bit dubious.
the First Cleric wrote:Yeah. Molpy up.
The First Cleric leaves. The camera dollies to follow him from behind through the tent flap.[jump cut to exterior: night. The front of BlitzGirl's tent, with the First Cleric emerging.]
He takes a few steps, and then stops short.
the First Cleric wrote:Now if I were Pope, where would I be?