2-7 Did You Know They Led The Lemmings To The Cliff?

In which Bethany and Jonas' Story Creation and Development Pod is granted a visit by none other than the Over-Director.    

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The Mechanic was played by Kaylah Marr  
The Apprentice was played by Joeleen Morrison  
Bethany was played by Allyson Levine  
Jonas was played by Raimy O. Washington  
Subdirector Jamison was played by James Allen  
Over-Director Boris was played by Stevie Faye  
Desiree was played by Joe Hanson  
Nancy was played by Jacob Pfieffer  
Tomas was played by Katie Ploetz  
Jesse was played by Chase Guthrie Knueven  
The Intercom was played by Leah Cardenas  
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Transcript

E7 - Did You Know They Led The Lemmings To The
Cliff?
In the distance, the slowed sounds of an auto repair shop. Drills, hammering, distant indistinct
masculine voices.
The Mechanic speaks, intoning a chant that has been passed down from master to apprentice
since time immemorial. It is the foundation of the world to them.
THE MECHANIC:
There is nothing subtle,
About changing tires.
If the problem could be solved by hitting it harder
Then the problem is solved by hitting it harder.
Now you.
The Apprentice repeats the chant, slightly hesitant, slightly unsure.
THE APPRENTICE:
There is nothing subtle,
About changing tires.
If the problem is solvedTHE MECHANIC: If the problem could be solved…
THE APPRENTICE:
If the problem could be solved by hitting it harder
Then the problem is solved by hitting it harder.
THE MECHANIC: Good. Again.
The sounds of the auto shop fade as the SCDP office noise fades in.
Bethany is quite hungover.
JONAS: Bethany, I’m gonna need that head off the table and I’m gonna need you to actually
drink that Black Goo, not just look at it and dry heave.
BETHANY: (Groans)
JONAS: I said…-
BETHANY: Leave me to die, Jonas. The universe is too bright and it seems intentional. I can’t
deal with that.
JONAS: You’re kneeling on the floor with your face in a coffee table, how bright can your
universe be?
BETHANY: I could be blind and it would still be way too bright in here. And your sparkling
personality isn’t helping…
JONAS: Come on, Bethany, we've got a half hour before the meeting, and the Sub-Director was
very insistent that we all be there.
BETHANY: You’re gonna have to tell them that I can’tJONAS: Oh I tried that last night, believe me, and that’s why I know how insistent the
Sub-Director is. I believe their exact words were “threat of complete program expulsion…”
BETHANY: (Hungover groan.)
JONAS: Come on, let me see that face…
BETHANY: No.
JONAS: Come on, just one little eye-stalk?
BETHANY: Absolutely not.
JONAS: Is Bethany afraid of a little bit of sparkling personality?
BETHANY: If you make me look up, my face will be the last face you ever see…
JONAS: Alright, fine, enough playing around. Bethany, as your Senior Neophyte I am promising
you that if you don’t get up this moment, not only will I go to this meeting and report exactly why
you couldn’t make it, but I will also personally sign you up for the Mental Ennervation Colonies’
Interdepartmental Personal Pen Pal Program. Multiple. Times.
Pause.
BETHANY: Okay. Okay, I’m up, I’m up.
(Slight retch)
JONAS: There we go, now doesn’t that feel better? Look at me.
BETHANY: (Another groan.)
JONAS: Alright, let’s get you in the shower and see if we can scrub off…all of this…
Musical interlude. In the middle we hear chopped voice:
THE MECHANIC:
If the problem could be solvedThen the problem is solvedHitting itHitting itHitting it harder.
There is nothing subtle about changing tires.
With a flash we’re in the meeting room.
SUB-DIRECTOR: Please stand everybody.
Chairs squeaking and people standing. One chair squeak is noticeably slower.
SUB-DIRECTOR: Welcome. I won’t make this long, or complicated, or grandiose. Today, we are
to be graced with a visit from an incredibly powerful person. I’m not exaggerating when I tell you
that this person can make or break your future within this organization as quickly as you might
prove yourself unworthy to be here…for instance by leaning on your Senior instead of standing
up straight, Neophyte Bethany!
Small pause.
JONAS: (Under their breath.) BethanyBETHANY: Huh?
JONAS: (Low, but serious.) Stand…up…straight.
BETHANY: I thought I was…
SUB-DIRECTOR: If you’re quite finished… Momentarily we will begin a recorded introduction.
Please pay attention as I am required to quiz you on it, randomly, throughout the next three
days.
DESIREE: Nancy, you’re taking notes, right?
NANCY: Desiree, come on. Of course. We decided that in our morning debrief. In fact, I have
the notes from that debrief, wanna see them?
BETHANY: (Under their breath.) Jonas, did you make the room spin today?
JONAS: The room is always spinning, we’re in orbit.
BETHANY: (Sick.) Don’t say orbit…
SUB-DIRECTOR: If everybody would pay attention to the announcement that’s about to play
over the intercom, please…
(Calling out)
Begin the introduction!
INTERCOM: We bid a fine and fond “Welcome” and a heartfelt and cheerful “Congratulations” to
the Neophytes, Senior Neophytes, and Sub-Director, of this particular, unique pod. In your time
at the Mental Ennervation Colonies’ Story Creation And Development Program you have been
consistently ranked in the top 75th percentile of each and every pod in terms of Creation
Competence, Workflow Output, and Interdepartmental Production Potential. As such, you have
not only avoided ejection from the Mental Ennervation Colonies themselves, but you have also
earned yourself a visit from one of our most trusted Family Members, Over-Director Boris, who
is currently on their way to your general meeting room as you hear this.
BETHANY: (Under their breath.) Of all the days…
JONAS: (Under their breath.) Shut up, Bethany.
INTERCOM: Over-Director Boris has been with the Mental Ennervation Colonies for an
exceptional number of cycles, and I have been given the glorious permission by several different
boards of various different directors to mention that no less than 15 awards, ranging from
common scholarships to prestigious grants, bear their name and title and their name and title
alone.
The Over-Director is also a graduate and survivor of the Story Creation and
Development Program including participation in the cyclical Contest For Excellence In And
Advancement Of Creative Storytelling In The Known Universe, more commonly known as the
CFEIAAOCSITKU, or simply, The Contest.
JESSE: Oh, Tomas, I’m never gonna be able to spell that, our notes are gonna be wrongTOMAS: Jesse, I’m gonna need you to believe in yourself right now, 4eva, 4lyfe.
INTERCOM: Because of their success in the CFEIAAOCSITKU as well as their continued
commitment to the Story Creation and Development Program, the decision was made to grant
them the rank of Over-Director, a title held by less than a dozen people in the whole of the Outer
Circle. They are directly in charge of over 50 directors, and field reports from hundreds of
Sub-Directors. As such, their time is incredibly valuable, and the value, wisdom, and knowledge
that you have the chance to glean from this visit are second to none.
JESSE: Bethany, are you not taking notes for Jonas?
BETHANY: And which one of the dumb ones are you?
DESIREE: Take it easy, they had a hard night.
BETHANY: Oh, hey Desiree. Wait, how do you know that?
DESIREE: Jonas called in the cavalry.
BETHANY: Jonas, I swear, the next time I throw up, it’s in YOUR quarters…
JONAS: We’re well past that…
INTERCOM: And without further ado, it is the great pleasure of the Story Creation and
Development Program, along with the entirety of the Mental Ennervation Colonies Family, to
introduce Over-Director Boris.
Tinny trumpets. The door slides open.
Silence.
The slow click of boots on the floor as the Over-Director makes their way inside.
The door slides shut.
The Over-Director speaks friendly words, but their tone barely hides a deep darkness in this
person.
OVER-DIRECTOR BORIS: Good day, everybody. I thank you for welcoming me into your little
creative sanctum sanctorum on this special…occasion.
Sub-Director Jamison, I think we might have to trim the fat on that introduction a bit - it
seems to be taking its toll on the Neophytes. That one looks like they might just keel over and
die.
SUB-DIRECTOR: Over-Director, I can only apologizeOVER-DIRECTOR: Oh, we’ll just agree to let bygones be bygones, won’t we? Relax everybody.
Feel free to have a seat.
Sitting noises. One slower than the rest.
OVER-DIRECTOR: You. The one that looks like they might die if I asked you to do something
strenuous, how much do you know about the hierarchy of the Story Creation and Development
Program?
Small pause.
JONAS: (Under their breath) Bethany, they’re talking to you…
BETHANY: I don’t think so, I’m pretty sure I’m keeping it together…
OVER-DIRECTOR: That’s an interesting and incorrect perspective, but I asked you a question.
How much do you know about the hierarchy of the Story Creation and Development Program?
BETHANY: Um, very little, except that Jonas is my senior so I kinda report to them, in a sense,
and then Sub-Director Jamison is above them, so we all kinda report to them, and then, well, if
you’re an Over-Director it makes sense that there’s probably some Directors between you and
the Sub-Director here…and that’s about it.
OVER-DIRECTOR: And, knowing that plus the information from the announcement over the
intercom, why might you assume I’m here today?
BETHANY: I…I’ll be honest, I didn’t exactly catch all of the announcement.
OVER-DIRECTOR: Oh? And what, might I ask, were you doing instead?
BETHANY: …Breathing slowly and keeping it together?.
Pause.
OVER-DIRECTOR: I do love a day with the Neophytes.
(Back to addressing everybody)
You’ve no doubt been wondering why Jamison’s title is “Sub-Director,” instead of just
“Director,” or some similarly impressive rank. I must confess I am the reason for that, both in the
sense that they are subordinate to me, and in the sense that neither myself nor any of my
Directorial colleagues seem inclined to die and make room for your Sub-Director to be
promoted. Isn’t that right, Sub-Director Jamison?
SUB-DIRECTOR: That is correct, Over-Director. Upward mobility only comes from a personnel
vacancy and it’s been some time since any upper personnel have…vacated their position.
OVER-DIRECTOR: Don’t sound so bitter, Sub-Director Jamison, I might think you’re planning a
murder.
(Pause.)
Please tell the pod that they’re allowed to laugh at jokes, Sub-Director.
SUB-DIRECTOR: You can laugh when the Over-Director makes a joke.
Big, loud, too-late, laughs from Tomas and Jesse.
OVER-DIRECTOR: Or maybe I should simply defer to your perceptive silence in the future. No
matter. Who amongst you can tell me what this object is?
A pause.
A shuffling noise.
OVER-DIRECTOR: Somebody? Anybody?
JONAS: It looks like a deck of cards, Over-Director. My sibling makes cards like that. Hates their
life though. Real problem in the family if I’m honest with you…
OVER-DIRECTOR: Very good, it is indeed. And what might your name be?
JONAS: It’s Jonas, Over-Director. Or, Senior Neophyte Jonas, I guess, technically, but I’m not
into the whole “titles” thing, you know, so just…just Jonas is fine.
OVER-DIRECTOR: Jonas… Then that would mean that this sickly little wretch beside you is…
BETHANY: My name is Bethany, Over-Director.
OVER-DIRECTOR: Oh, that’s perfect…that’s just lovely, I love it when fate works out like this,
don’t you Sub-Director Jamison? Granted it was one out of three odds, but still, you have to
appreciate these things… Jonas, why don’t you take a look at these cards?
Card noises.
JONAS: But…but wait, but this is…is this a deck of cards where each one has a sentence or a
paragraph, or a fragment of a story on it and two players draw five cards each and take turns
playing them and drawing more cards until a story is complete? And then it always ends with
one of two cards where one says, “And they never once saw each other again,” and the other
says, “And they lived together until only one was left.”? And the whole thing is a sort of a love
story with new twists and turns every time, but it’s always destined to end in tragedy, as every
good love story does? Is that what this is? That’s crazy, I had this EXACT same idea….
OVER-DIRECTOR: And the Mental Ennervation Colonies thank you for your work.
Fade out.
Musical Interlude.
Auto shop sounds.
THE MECHANIC:
There is nothing subtle
About changing tires
If the problem could be solved by hitting it harder
Then the problem is solved by hitting it harder.
THE APPRENTICE: So what, do I just…do I just kick it?
THE MECHANIC:
There is nothing subtle
About changing tires
If the problem could be solved by hitting it harder
Then the problem is solved by hitting it harder.
THE APPRENTICE: I think that means kick it. I’m gonna try kicking it.
THE MECHANIC:
There is nothing subtle
About changing tires
If the problem could be solved by hitting it harder
Then the problem is solved by hitting it harder.
Auto shop sounds fade out.
Musical Interlude.
OVER-DIRECTOR: During your first few weeks here in the Mental Ennervation Colonies’ Story
Creation and Development Program you’ve been asked to create everything from storylines to
characters to thematic breaking points to climactic ending scenes, and we have refused to tell
you why.
DESIREE: It’s training, right? It’s like an apprenticeship. Like when we were at the Ciudad Colón
(cologne) College of Advanced Undergraduate Studies, (Nancy and I are both graduates of
course…)
NANCY: Proud graduates!
DESIREE: Very proud graduates, um, we did a number of different apprenticeships in and
around the campus to gain as much pre-employment experience as we could -
TOMAS: Yeah, it’s like how Jesse and I got tickets on a glass bottom solar tour and then we
were like, “we can do this”-
JESSE: We can totally do thisTOMAS: Yeah, we can totally do this. And then we did. We totally did it.
Pause.
OVER-DIRECTOR: Whenever I can’t remember any of your names, I’m going to call the two of
you Senior and Neophyte Imbecile, and the “proud graduates” Senior and Neophyte Spellcheck.
JESSE: (Trying it on for size.) “Imbecile…” Sounds cool!
NANCY: I’m sorry, Desiree, that was probably my fault.
JONAS: (To Bethany - a bit quiet) Do you believe this? We don’t even get a nickname…
BETHANY: Jonas, I am barely hanging on here…
JONAS: (A bit snarkier than usual) Yeah, it’s very obviousOVER-DIRECTOR: If I might continue. This deck of cards, this collection of love stories to be
drawn at random and played until something terrible happens…this is NOT what we do.
A deck of cards is scattered across the room.
OVER-DIRECTOR: Useless, in its current form. Juvenile. Sappy. A novelty. But applicable in
one specific instance - this deck of cards, this… “story,” I suppose, if we must call it that,
contains within it a lingering sense that all is not right with even the most pure love that one
might feel.
That, everybody, is what we’re here for. Inside every assignment that you’ve returned to
us, inside every purpose built character, idea for a plot hook, or cheeky aside to the audience,
there lives a core of pure story energy. Only our species, as far as we know, produces this
energy, and only when sufficiently stimulated to produce some type of personally meaningful
narrative. We distill this story energy, process it, and re-distribute it in the form of semi-mindless
entertainment. In this way, we create pieces of subliminal, liminal, and super-liminal, media that
not only entertain and distract, but also have the ability to instill any and every emotional state
one being might want another to have. We’ve been called psychological vampires, emotional
drug-dealers, and cognitive propagandizing parasites, but what we really are, at the core of it all,
are storytellers.
Pause.
JESSE: I told you, dude, I totally called it, pay up.
TOMAS: Not now, Jesse, read the room, dude.
JONAS: So are those cards free now, or -
DESIREE: So…you take everything we give you, boil it down to the most base emotions, and
then re-package and sell it?
OVER-DIRECTOR: (Sarcastic) The “Ciudad Cologne College of whatever nonsense it’s called”
must be very proud of your communication skills, please do be sure to write them in triumph.
DESIREE: Nancy, take a note to write the Director of Former Student Relations -
OVER-DIRECTOR: Sub-Director Jamison, if you would please instruct the Neophytes on how to
respond to sarcasm when it’s presented to them…
SUB-DIRECTOR: It was obviously sarcasm, Desiree, and if you can’t pick up on that then The
Contest is going to literally eat you alive.
(Small pause.)
My apologies, Over-Director. This is a…spirited, pod.
OVER-DIRECTOR: Indeed, Jamison. But even the most spirited animal can be put to use if
given the correct…motivation.
You see, creating the most pure and potent story energy requires more than the simple
bits and pieces we’ve had you scrambling your brains to produce. Sure, the lingering sense that
all is not right with even the most pure love that one might feel as produced by a simple card
game has tremendous monetary use for us. In fact, it’s becoming quite the popular ingredient for
our Media Mixologists to use in our new “Romance-ables” collection, debuting later this month.
But that’s economic. And here we are a family. And our family has interests far beyond
the economic.
Power.
Influence.
Control.
Not only amongst those we would call our fellow beings, but something far greater than
even that.
We stand now on an orbital shell, completely enclosing the planet beneath it. It has been
countless eons since the surface of the planet has seen the light of the star it orbits. But it is not
a dead planet. No. For there lies the Inner Circle of the Mental Ennervation Colonies.
In the Inner Circle of the Mental Ennervation Colonies, hundreds of miles beneath us, as
we speak, the best and brightest storytelling minds do their work. Every cycle they accept a few
new recruits into their ranks, chosen from amongst the varied Story Creation and Development
Program pods.
You…this pod, despite its…spirited nature…you have been chosen as potential new
recruits. As such, this pod is now exempt from all regular Story Creation and Development
Program assignments and duties.
May I be the first to welcome you to The Contest.
(Small pause.)
Sub-Director Jamison, I assume I can trust you to distribute all relevant Contest material
to this collection of Neophytes, Senior and otherwise?
SUB-DIRECTOR: Of course, Over-Director Boris.
OVER-DIRECTOR: Please read over all the materials carefully, and direct any and all questions
to Sub-Director Jamison, here. After all, they tried their tentacles at The Contest once upon a
time. Their pod wasn’t even selected, if I remember correctly, but once they caught wind of it
they submitted a special request and somebody below took pity on them. Is that correct,
Sub-Director?
SUB-DIRECTOR: Yes, Over-Director, that is correct.
OVER-DIRECTOR: Something about tires and hitting them, and it was all very metaphorical, I’m
sure. In any case, I thank you for your time. It’s been…a pleasure.
Sci fi door.
Fading footsteps.
Sci fi door.
Small pause.
JONAS: So, where did we land on the whole, “can Jonas have the cards that they kinda sorta
created” thing? I’m still pretty unclear on that one.
Fade out.
Auto shop sounds.
THE APPRENTICE: The lug nut is stuck in the socket. I cannot pull it out. I’ve been trying for,
like, ten minutes.
THE MECHANIC:
There is nothing subtle
About changing tires
If the problem could be solved by hitting it harder
Then the problem is solved by hitting it harder.
THE APPRENTICE: How do I even hit it? Do I just throw it on the ground?
THE MECHANIC:
There is nothing subtle
About changing tires
If the problem could be solved by hitting it harder
Then the problem is solved by hitting it harder.
THE APPRENTICE: It’s. A. Lug. Nut. If I hit it, it seems like it’ll just get more stuck.
THE MECHANIC:
There is nothing subtle
About changing tires
If the problem could be solved by hitting it harder
Then the problem is solved by hitting it harder.
Fade in on Bethany and Jonas’ office.
JONAS: Can you at least pretend to listen to me?
BETHANY: I’m listening, Jonas, I just have to throw up in this bucket occasionally, but I’m
listening.
JONAS: What’s the last thing I said?
BETHANY: You’ve been complaining that they didn’t let you keep the cards.
JONAS: No! See, I might’ve been doing that for the last half hour, but the LAST thing I said was
that I need to go over these Contest rules with you.
BETHANY: So sue me, I tuned you out after the third temper tantrum about something you
didn’t even know existed before today…
(Slight retching.)
JONAS: I just think it’s unfair to use something so meaningful as a prop and then just - you
know what, no, I’m not getting drawn back into that. Look, this is the Contest For Excellence In
And Advancement Of Creative Storytelling In The Known Universe. We could die in this!
BETHANY: Jonas, it’s a story competition, we’re not gonna die in it…
JONAS: Read this. Bottom of Page 1.
BETHANY: “All Neophytes should be aware that death is a real, tangible, and occasionally
probable, part of the Contest For Excellence In And Advancement Of Creative Storytelling In
The Known Universe, also known as the CFEIAAOCSITKU, or more simply, The Contest.
Specific statistics for this can be found in the table on page 114.
(Flipping through pages.)
14….14….there we go, table…table…
A THIRD of the people die! That’s crazy!
JONAS: At LEAST a third, and that’s why I think we should go over the rules.
BETHANY: (Retching.) Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.
JONAS: And after that we need to talk about all this.
BETHANY: I told you, I’ll get us a new bucket, how many times -
JONAS: It’s not about the bucket, Bethany, it’s about you.
BETHANY: What do you mean, it’s about me?
JONAS: Are you really going to sit there hugging a vomit bucket and pretending that you’re
okay? You’re gonna pretend you’ve been okay at all since we got here? Since we left the ship,
or, heck, even before that?
BETHANY: Well you know what, I’m pretty nostalgic for the version of you that was on the ship
too, at least that one wasn’t so moody…
JONAS: Oh I’m sorry, let me be happy goofy Jonas for a minute and dance around the office,
“Oh yay! We get to tell stories! All my friends are alive! No one got left behind by anyone else
under mysterious circumstances!”
(Small pause.)
You are on the floor clutching a bucket between your legs, completely unable to focus on
the strange, mysterious, and dangerous contest that we’ve found ourselves entered in, and
frankly this is the most stable you have looked in the last week.
BETHANY: Oh, I’m sure, it’s probably due to the medical help from the parade of our coworkers
that you brought in last night to experience your poor little Neophyte at their lowest point.
JONAS: You do NOT want to open the can of worms that is me dealing with your lowest points
lately, I can promise you that you do not…
BETHANY: No, seriously, what ever happened to that scared little Jonas from the incorporation
battle, they were annoying but at least they weren’t this-
JONAS: Which battle, Bethany? The battle that our ship won where I had to come to terms with
the fact that there were suddenly a ton of dead people in our cargo hold that probably weren’t
even actually pirates, or the one where every single person that we knew was incorporated by a
different ship because of YOU leaking the folder?
(Small pause.)
Well, which one is it? Because a lot of people died in that first one. Other people. People
we didn’t know. And then in that second one... well that was just about everyone else wasn’t it?
(Small pause.)
I’m stopping myself from saying more than that. But people died so we could have a
chance at this. We are here and we are going to make the best of it and I do not want to have to
scrape you off the ground again like I did last night. You can decide to crash and burn if you
want, but at least wait until you’re not going to drag me down with you.
Pause.
BETHANY: Jonas -
JONAS: No, there’s no more talking. There’s nothing to talk about. What happens now is you
read about Contest For Excellence In And Advancement Of Creative Storytelling In The Known
Universe. That’s it. Simple. Done. There is nothing subtle about changing tires.
BETHANY: What?
JONAS: It’s the thing that the Sub-Director wrote for their own entry into The Contest. I found a
recording of it while you were in the shower. It’s pretty good, I mean, they didn’t make it to the
Inner Circle, but still, not being last has its perks… I can see why they’re not a corpse floating
around in space.
That’s how they do it, by the way. Ejection from the program is just that - ejection. Into
space. Page 201. Read it.
BETHANY: I- okay. Fair.
JONAS: And don’t forget to shine your boots before tomorrow, you still have that friend-date
with Desiree.
BETHANY: Jonas, that really doesn’t seem like meJONAS: Well maybe you shouldn’t be you for a while, Bethany. Maybe you should be better.
Fade out. Auto shop.
THE APPRENTICE: I can’t do this. Every one of these machines hates me. Everyone is better
at this than me. I’m taking four times as long as them to do anything and I’m in the way all the
time. I don’t know what to do.
THE MECHANIC:
There is nothing subtle
About changing tires
If the problem could be solved by hitting it harder
Then the problem is solved by hitting it harder.
THE APPRENTICE: I don’t know how to do this and nobody is helping me and I constantly feel
like I’m drowning no matter how much air I have.
THE MECHANIC:
There is nothing subtle
About changing tires
If the problem could be solved by hitting it harder
Then the problem is solved by hitting it harder.
THE APPRENTICE: I just don’t think I can do this anymore.
THE MECHANIC:
There is nothing subtle
About changing tires
If the problem could be solved by hitting it harder
Then the problem is solved by hitting it harder.
END.