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RA True Facts - AlternativePromo Sketch for Romantically Apocalyptic
Time Travel Is Possible. True Facts (Alternative Version)
Setting: Abandoned Office, the POV is a video camera slightly out of focus with characters visible. The image jumps from one point in time to another as if the camera is being turned on and off periodically. The following are brief scenes lasting just a few seconds each.
The Captain is meandering around the office picking up items, moving on and off-screen.
Same as above, but Sniper is now leaning against the wall peering lazily out the window.
Captain suddenly turns to face Engineer (off screen).
Capt.: This failure is a major setback. I have half a mind to thrash you on the spo...
Sniper is seen sitting at the camera looking into the lens quizzically.
Snip.: . . .know of other people that have these devices then?
Eng.: (off screen) Well. . . no but with any luck we m
RA True FactPromo Sketch for Romantically Apocalyptic
Time Travel Is Possible. True Facts
Setting: Abandoned Office, the Time Machine is whirring away on a table in a "just about working" sort of way, with various Heath Robinson style attachments and components, and a chair is empty, positioned by a camera and screen connected to the Time Machine. Captain is meandering around the room aimlessly picking up objects and playing with them before moving on. Sniper is leaning against the wall peering lazily out the window. Engineer is fiddling incessantly with the Time Machine and muttering to himself. Every now and then smoke puffs out of the Time Machine.
Captain suddenly turns to face Engineer.
Capt.: This failure is a major setback. I have half a mind to thrash you on the spot.
Eng.: Just a few moments, Captain.
Capt.: Be quick about it, this precious contact with another civilisation requires the greatest co
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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