S3E5: Becoming Smoke/Avoid Crowded Areas

A mysterious entity welcomes Meagan to the outer darkness, and introduces her to power beyond her comprehension.
Warning: Contains material and content that is inappropriate for children and that may disturbing for some people. Features two large cannon shots.
CAST
Kyla Valenti: Meagan
The Voice of Many Prisms: The Voice of Many Prisms
Timothy Vilgiate: John, Crowd, Timothy Vilgiate
speech2text(.)org: Salvia


Newest episode, automatically posted to this blog.

Meagan: (Read all of the directions aloud)

“Goodbye. (Long Pause. The chimes begin as words flood from her and she is surrounded by images, represented by audible, undescribed scenes panning from right to left, from from to back. Meagan reads the following words: “Roller coaster; Guadalupe; Grandma; Colorado; Emptiness, Hollowed out; Silent; Silence, Silence, Silence, Silence”)” She says, reading her stage directions allowed for comic effect. A pause for laughter.” At this point, maybe we could cut to some kind of diner scene? “Control Alt M Comment Sure I like this idea, maybe ease the mood after we told them Tanya’s brother was murdered since they all know who did it. Go through twitter and see if we can pick up some relevant lingo from the target demo. Here’s a skeleton of what I’m thinking:

“Hello. You’re with me at a diner”, I say to you, leaning forward to offer you companionship, we are friends. (Note: She is now in a late 2000s self conscious knockoff of a 1990s sitcom, a self conscious parody which has become so self conscious so as to have no actual storyline, only a vague set of self conscious posturings),

“Your supposed to read the words. The words on the script.”
“What?”
“The script in front of you.”
“O...oh. Oh. Uh.  She laughs. Uh...Oh. (Forced sitcom laughter) So millenial. Haha student debt. Depression.”
“Whoa, millenial.”
“Really. Millenial, like, so millenial. I don’t even millenial.”
“Right, but. Uh…”
“Millenial. Bernie Sanders. Working three jobs. Hashtag relate.
“No one uses the word hashtag.”
“Hashtag?”
“This where it stops being millenial (Begin Glitching) and we get to the murder. Tanya is still processing what she’s done (End Glitching)”

Still smoking mouths of cannons
Munched in the caves
Like cigars. Claw their way
The armies, holy vultures;
Who crease the spines of mountains,
To fit them
Into envelopes, .
Their mouths hung open in disdain,
War pounds in their ear drums,
Music has no bounds.
God is a lion,
We are the lambs.
(A sudden crescendo of warlike noises and violence culminates in a low and rumbling silence. Numbing silence. Meagan cannot breath. She cannot feel her body. She cannot sense anything. She cannot see herself from first person, no matter how hard she tries. She is clutching onto the side of a spinning marble, a hue darker than the blackness around it. Our eyes are starting to adjust.)

“Hello Meagan”, you say.
“Hello?”
“Hello Meagan, I am the voice of many prisms.”
“Oh, to the voice of many prisms. Hail.”
“Oh to the voice of many prisms, bars that rattle,
Executioner.
The voice of many prisms.”
“It cannot stand.
The body cannot hand.
Cries out in sorrow,
The organism.”
“Hold up your head.”, you insist to yourself,
Reminding yourself
That you insist
To yourself
That you
Remind
Yourself
To
Insist.
“God is the cavern.”
“The cavern?”
“God is the cavern,
We are the cigar that smokes in its mouth.”
“Oh.”
“Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar,
But In this case it wasn’t, it was a cannon,
We were at war.
We were hiding in the cavern.
God is the cavern.
Smoke rose from the cannon.
We faced an army.
“I am drifting through space.
I can’t get back to my body.
You’re making me say this.
How are you making me say this?”
“You have become smoke. Rise up and you shall return to the mouth of god.”

(STOP READING STAGE DIRECTIONS FOR REAL NOW IT’S ACTUALLY NOT LIKE THAT ANYMORE)
(Inhale deeply, literally)