LX-1300 GO
| Stage setup | Name | Comment | Light Setup |
|---|---|---|---|
| Curtain | LabRatz | ||
| Backdrop | |||
| Left | Barnacle_Lower_Deck_Left | ||
| Middle | Barnacle_Lower_Deck_Middle | ||
| Right | Barnacle_Lower_Deck_Right | ||
| On 2nd rail | |||
| main mast | [4, 2nd] The ship's main mast. This is the lower part, without rigging or sails. | ||
| main mast hold decoration | [4, 2nd] Just some things a sailor might put onto the main mast in the hold of the ship. | ||
| coil of rope | [6, 2nd] Just a coil of ropes on which someone could sleep on. There needs to be foam or a cushion behind the print (or ropes) for arm support. | ||
| hammock | [2, 2nd] A simple hammock. | ||
| On playrail | |||
| table | [4] Repurposed from crates and barrels. | ||
| crates and barrels [2] | [1] Various crates and barrels as decoration. | ||
| crates and barrels [6] | [7] Various crates and barrels as decoration. | ||
| Decoration props | |||
| lanterns | None | 3x as decoration hanging on the backdrop at [1], [4] and [7]. | Semi-bright lantern light, orangish. |
| candle | None | 2x on the crates at [6] and [2]. | Dim candle light, orangish. |
| Played props | |||
| comb | Mstisha | 1x for Thomas. | |
| puffs of fur | Thunder McNeil | Many. Are from Thomas' fur so need to be Thomas-colored. | |
| fleas | Runoratsu, Dunkelpfote | 4x Fleas-on-a-stick flying all around Thomas. | |
| map | randers | 1x for Baldwin to study. | |
| game of cards | Orun, Zephyr | 1x set for Helena and Franklin to play with. | |
| vial | Aiko | 2x, one on a short necklace for Helena with rod, one without a rod. | |
| Special effects | |||
| hatch | None | To the upper deck at [7], light effect only. | A cone of light "falling" into the lower deck from "above"? |
| toxic green lavender fog | Castore D | Like deodorant, but very strong. Small fog machine, green light. | |
| PreRec | |||
| Fleas | Voice: |
| Role | Actor | Hands | Voice | Puppet | Costume |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Helmut | Wane | Feo | Hawking | ||
| Baldwin | Curry | Kayjay | Bottlebrush | ||
| Helena | Reesa | Furvan | Helena | ||
| Franklin | Haku | Kirei | Feivel | ||
| Thomas | Eisfuchs | Nex Carter | Ton'kena | ||
| Cassandra | Pan | o'wolf | Cassandra | ||
| Fleas | None | None | None | None | None |
| ID | Sample | Button | Description |
|---|---|---|---|
| Part | Time |
|---|---|
| Intro | **00:00 ** |
| Dialogue | **00:00 ** |
| **Scene Total** | **00:00 ** |
LX-1300 GO
LX-1301 STANDBY for GO
Check Levels
Unmute Desk
Eisfuchs: ON
Haku: ON
Reesa: ON
Curry: OFF
Pan: Off
Wane: OFF
STANDBY Stage left [1, 1st, off]:
STANDBY Stage left [1, 2nd, off]:
STANDBY Stage right [7, 1st, off]:
STANDBY Stage right [7, 2nd, off]: Cassandra
STANDBY Stage: Helena at the table at [3], Franklin at the table at [4], Baldwin at [1], Helmut sleeping in the hammock at [2], Thomas sitting on the coil of ropes at [6].
Curtain - open
AMB-1301 - Under Deck
LX-1301 GO
Baldwin, Helmut, Helena, Franklin and Thomas are minding their own business.
Helena and Franklin are playing a game of cards at the "table".
Baldwin is studying a map.
Helmut is sleeping in the hammock.
Thomas is sitting on the coil of ropes, with a comb, frantically and somewhat panicky trying to somehow get control over his fur.
Thomas is very frustrated, growling with displeasure, grooming himself so hard that puffs of fur fly all over the place.
Thomas constantly gets bitten by invisible fleas (fleas on standby), and keeps biting and scratching himself. He clearly is not in a good mental space.
Thomas: "Gnawgnawgnawgnaw! Fleas! Fleas everywhere! So disgusting! What have I done to deserve this?"
Franklin: "The question is more what DIDN'T you do."
Thomas: "Me? Or that Carl person that I got force-fursuited into?"
Franklin: "If you want me to shave it off, just let me know."
Thomas: "Yes pleeease ..."
Franklin: "Hang on, I'll get the shears ..."
Helena: "Stop it, Frank! It's enough."
Thomas scratches himself with a hind paw.
Thomas: "Gnrrrrrr ... Wait! Why the fuck can I even do this?"
Thomas scratches himself again.
Franklin: "Because you're a dog."
Thomas: "BUT WHY?"
Franklin: "Hint: It might have something to do with your mother."
Thomas: "Do you think I'm doing this on purpose?"
Helena: "Franklin! Seriously! Stop it! Don't you think he's suffering enough as it is?"
Thomas: "Thank you. I'm trying to get a grip on the situation, but you're all not making it easier."
Helena shows a little vial that is hanging from her necklace.
Helena: "Here. This is what I use to keep the fleas at bay."
Thomas: "What is this?"
Helena: "Cedar wood and lavender oil."
Thomas: "Can I have some? Please?"
Helena: "Sure. But be careful, it's kinda strong! Here fetch!"
Helena takes the little vial that was hanging from her necklace, and throws it to Thomas, but a little too far.
Thomas instinctively runs after the vial, fetches it, and brings it back to Helena.
Helena looks at Thomas dumbfounded.
Thomas looks at Helena, vial in mouth, wagging his tail.
Helena: "Uhm ... thanks, but that was for YOU!"
Thomas: "Eh ... yes, of course ... I don't know what just happened ..."
Thomas opens the vial.
Thomas frantically applies it all over himself like someone who takes way too much deodorant.
SND-1301 - Hissing Venom
Curry: ON
Thomas gets enveloped in a cloud of toxic green lavender fog.
Helena, Franklin, Baldwin and Helmut start coughing.
The fleas finally appear as they fly away and disappear again.
PRE-1301 - Fleas (high pitched): "Aaaaaah ..."
Baldwin: "Ye useless sun o' ae bitch! Are ye tryin' tae suffocate us?"
Thomas: "*cough* *cough* I'm sorry, I've never had a nose like this before, I didn't know things could smell this strong!"
Baldwin: "If it were up tae me, we'd hae pitched ye o'erboard last night. This isnae some bloody pleasure cruise! If ye want me keepin' ye fed, ye'd best make yersel' useful, ye ken?"
Thomas: "Yes, Mr. Shortbread, sir ..."
Baldwin: "PUMPERNICKEL!"
Pan: ON
Thomas: "I'm just a lousy office worker, I haven't pirated anything in my life except maybe the last season of FINAL SPACE. I have barely figured out how to lick my own ass, and I can't sail for shit! But I'm willing to learn! It's just very hard to fit in when everyone thinks you're Carl and you're really not!"
SND-1302 - Wooden Door Open
The hatch to the upper deck opens.
LX-1302 colder light from outside
Cassandra enters from the hatch at [7].
LX-1302 GO
Cassandra: "Hey, what's all the noise about?"
SND-1303 - Wooden Door Close
LX-1303 GO
The hatch to the upper deck closes.
Baldwin: "Carl. If there's racket, it's aye bloody Carl, is it no'?"
Thomas: "Thomas. My name is Thomas."
Cassandra: "Wait ... *sniffsniff* What happened? You smell so good. Lavender and cedar. And you even kinda LOOK good."
Thomas (stunned): "Eh ... uhm ..."
Cassandra: "Not getting any Carl vibes any more. Only 100% Thomas vibes! Welcome to the crew, Thomas!"
Baldwin: "WHOT? HE DIDNAE EVEN ..."
Cassandra: "Shush!"
Baldwin: "OI!"
Cassandra gestures Baldwin to move away.
Cassandra: "Bssssssssss!"
Baldwin: "Achhh? Fine then, ye're the Cap'n."
Thomas: "Uhm, Captain, am I allowed to speak?"
Cassandra: "Of course! This isn't the military. It's just Mr. Hardtack over there who didn't get the memo!"
Baldwin: "PUMPERNICKEL!"
Thomas: "Helmut said you found me - I mean Carl - in a pig pen next to the sailors' bar. Is that true?"
Cassandra: "Yeah. He's right."
Thomas: "You were THAT desperate to find crew members?"
Cassandra: "No, but you - I mean, Carl - looked like someone who needed some purpose in life."
Thomas: "That's probably the only thing that Carl and I have in common. You sure you want me to be part of your crew?"
Cassandra: "As long as we can all work towards the same goal, I don't care if you're Carl, Thomas or the Swamp Monster of Toobalooba."
Baldwin: "Ye ken, she's nae a REAL pirate."
Cassandra: "Says Sir Breadbin the Half-Baked, who's 100% the real lord of Pumpernickel, right?"
Baldwin: "Bah!"
Cassandra: "He's half right though. My dad was the real pirate in the family. Everything I know about the sea, I've learned from him. I wasn't really planning on walking in his footsteps, but that became true in more than one way. Life can take peculiar turns."
Thomas: "Tell me about it."
Cassandra: "Do you remember anything from your life when you still were Carl?"
Thomas: "Seriously, if I hear that name one more time I'm going to scream! I don't know who Carl is, or was, or whatever."
Cassandra: "Okay, okay, no more Carl, I promise."
Thomas: "I am Thomas Garfield Holdworth. I'm 37 years old, divorced, no kids, used to have a great job as an electrical engineer. One day, I was on my way home as usual, the world suddenly exploded around me ... and next thing I knew, I was here."
Cassandra: "Where and when was that again?"
Thomas: "September 2025 in Halborrow. Small town north of Bunwitch. England. You know England, right?"
Cassandra: "Never heard of it. And the year doesn't make any sense either. It's the year 1532 of the golden moon's ascent."
Thomas: "Nothing makes sense. The place, the time, not even my species!"
Cassandra: "You used to be a different species?"
Thomas: "Yes. Human. Homo Sapiens. A bit like this. But not like a dog. More like an ape. A naked ape."
Cassandra: "Eeeew, that sounds horrible!"
Thomas gesticulates at himself.
Thomas: "No, this ... THIS is horrible! It kinda works as long as I don't think about it, but every time I even just look at my hands ... or something brushes against my tail ... it just FREAKS me out! I know it's me, but it doesn't ... feel like me."
Cassandra: "That's how I felt growing up."
Thomas: "Yeah, but this isn't puberty! I just got my soul ripped out of myself and stuck into this mangy mutt instead!"
Cassandra: "You're not a mangy mutt."
Thomas: "Where I come from, some people would kill to have a body like this, but I'm not one of those!"
Cassandra: "Repeat after me. 'I am not a mangy mutt'."
Thomas: "Anyways, that common goal you talked about. What is it? Cruising the seven seas, raiding ships, getting drunk?"
Cassandra: "It's a bit more complicated. We ..."
Baldwin: "Naw, it's dead simple. The mission was tae sail tae the Hissin' Isles, laugh aff a' the warnings as daft superstition, fulfill yer father's legacy by diggin' up King Halibert the Fourth's cursed treasure, pay the crew what ye promised, sail home an' bask in yer glory!"
Cassandra: "*sigh* Yeah."
Helena: "Turns out, the Hissing Isles ARE kinda cursed though. Or how do you explain all this?"
Baldwin: "Aye, so shite happens, as it does. But the treasure's still oot there, an' we'll no' let a wee mishap stop us from going for it."
Helena: "If today wasn't a warning, then I don't know what is. Maybe we shouldn't tempt fate."
Franklin: "And let all the work and hardship be for nothing? This is a once-in-a-lifetime chance!"
Cassandra: "And don't forget: No loot, no pay. I can't create gold out of thin air, and the stock market won't be invented for at least another 500 years. The supplies on this ship is all I have left."
Baldwin: "Right, let's dae a quick poll then."
Wane: ON
Cassandra: "Good idea. I don't want to put myself on either side, so I abstain. Helmut?"
Helmut (from his hammock): "What doesn't kill you makes you harder! To the Isles!"
Cassandra: "Alright. Baldwin?"
Baldwin: "Do fish shag in the water? To the Isles o' course!"
Cassandra: "Noted. Helena?"
Helena: "Go home."
Cassandra: "Gotcha. Franklin?"
Franklin: "I go with Helena. That means home."
Cassandra: "Damn. That means it's a draw."
Baldwin: "We all ken ye want tae push on, so why in the hells did ye abstain?"
Cassandra: "Matter of principles."
Baldwin: "Stuff principles! Naebody ever got rich stickin' tae them!"
Thomas: "Excuse me, but what about me?"
Baldwin: "Ye dinnae even ken who ye are!"
Thomas: "I certainly know myself a lot better than you. And I say - go home. Wherever that may be."
Cassandra: "*sigh* Not the result I hoped for..."
Thomas: "Sorry to be the party pooper, but unlike all of you, I'm not a weathered pirate. I'd rather be broke than shark food. I'm sure you'll find some ships to raid and make up for the loss in no time."
Helena: "Hey wait! If we go straight back to Port Hogas we'll be crossing the Leonmasbaia route! There's plenty of smugglers out there dodging the border ..."
Thomas: "THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A JOKE!"
Franklin: "No, seriously, that's actually a damn good idea. We're still fully stocked and armed."
Baldwin: "An' we'll be faster wi' nae treasure weighin' us doon."
Thomas: "GUYS! NO! STOP!"
Helmut: "I could have sworn I saw a freighter flying the flag of Mata Terbi just behind us before the storm ..."
Thomas: "DIDN'T WE JUST VOTE TO GO HOME?"
Helena: "But then you had a flash of genius! So whaddayasay? Should we go after the Mata Terbians and get ourselves some pay?"
Baldwin, Helmut, Cassandra, Helena, Franklin: "HELL YEAH!"
Thomas: "HELL NO!"
Cassandra: "Motion accepted five to one! That means ... SET INTERCEPT COURSE!"
Baldwin, Helmut, Helena, Franklin: "Aye, aye, Captain!"
Thomas just curls up and whines over his own stupidity.
Helmut, Helena, Franklin and Cassandra storm to the upper deck. Thomas stays where he is.
LX-1304 all exepct B6 (where Baldwin and Thomas stop)Lights down
Baldwin follows at first on the 1st level, but stops and stays next to Thomas.
Baldwin: "Listen 'ere, ye mangy fleabag. I dinnae trust ye. Just 'cause the Cap'n 's gone soft on ye doesnae mean I will. When shite gets tough, the pirates'll dae the fightin'. If I see ye even fingerin' a blade, I'll feed ye tae the fish meself, understood?"
Baldwin and Thomas leave to the upper deck.
LX-1398 GO
All Mics: Off
AMB and MUS: Fade out
Mute all except AV-Playout
Curtain - close
LX-1399 GO
Microphone handover from ROLE to OTHER ROLE