Truly Strange Reviews: “Of Mice and Monsters”

Welcome to the Stranger Than Truth Club Minutes, featuring conversations between me and my closest group of friends – one, my IRL bestie, the rest… a little reality-impaired.

“But what we lack in so-called reality,” Will Scarlet inserts, “we make up for in awesomeness!”

Fact, that.

The way of it is, the Stranger Than Truth Club takes people from all walks of life, universes, times, and species, and brings us together through beautiful, ever-evolving, cross-plane friendships.

I wish I could give you a glimpse into our insightful, loving, hilarious, open community. Unfortunately, I can only give you transcripts of our idiocy.

And so without further ado: Truth is stranger than fiction. We are—

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Tirzah: I wrote a story – “Of Mice and Monsters” – published yesterday in “Beyond the Wail”, a paranormal anthology! In my words, my story is about Benjamin, a man who, “troubled by ghosts within and without, struggles to become the man his girlfriend needs instead of the monster he is.” But what are my own words worth? I thought. Wouldn’t it be infinitely more bizarre and confusing— I mean, awesome, to let the Stranger Than Truth club tell it like they see it? And so, beginning with the beginning…

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Of Mice and Monsters: “There is a man who twists the necks of caged mice. There is a coward who fancies himself a warrior. There is a man who squeezes little songbirds in his hand, listening to the helpless cheeping, and supposes himself a bullfighter, a breaker of wild stallions. This is the man that preys on small women and makes them smaller, that crushes a bruised flower until there is naught but the scent; for that helpless scent is incense to his assumed godhood.”

Will: There is a man we are not inviting to hang out with us.

Tirzah: We’ll invite all sorts in here but, yeeeeah, that’s probably not one.

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Danielle: So, Lute, what stood out to you about this story?

Lute: I wasn’t in it.

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Allyn: I wonder what fate befell the mouse. It says its life went downhill. …How far?

Tirzah: To the bottom, I expect.

Allyn: I feel I should speak a eulogy.

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Bruno: Props to Tina for knowing Italian food is king.

Sy: Even if she has trouble making herself eat it. Even if she thinks Olive Garden is representative.

Tirzah: I love how you all immediately hit on the heart of the story. Italian food ambassador – that’s what I was going for.

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Arthur: I, for one, would really like to see “Macbeth: A Comedy”.

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Bedivere: There’s something to be said for Benjamin’s snark-voice. In between him being unbearable, that was fun.

Will: That’s what they’ll be saying about you.

Bedivere: I’m sure that’s what Lancelot’s already saying about me.

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Galahad: It’s reassuring that there was a part of Benjamin willing to stand up to the monster inside him. It may be that not everyone has that, or ignores it to the point where it becomes ineffectual.

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Gawain: Why did she shorten her name to “Tina”? It was what, Margareta?

Tirzah: That’s a mystery I’ll admit to never having solved. Maybe it was her middle name?

Sy: Sir Gawain in da house, comin’ atcha with the DEEP questions!

Straight Outta Camelot

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Lancelot: I suppose congratulations are in order for the wordsmith, since I can’t so much as think about this story without choking on cheap jasmine perfume.

Tirzah: *sensorialy artisanal bow*

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Rosalba: Are you actually familiar with any of those Armored Nights songs, Tirzah?

Tirzah: Actually, I made them up.

Will: Wait, they’re not a band??

Tirzah: Nope. I guess with them being in there with all the actual, legitimate references, it made it look legit. Should I preen?

Danielle: I’m just over here thinking how frustrated I’d be if I tried looking them up on YouTube.

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Edgwyn: One of course feels dreadful about the baby. But then, it’s not as if Benjamin will be ready to behave like a father for a very long time. One hopes he’ll get there eventually, though.

Tirzah: Could be.

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Dalvin: Not to blame Tina or anything, but I just feel like, if there weren’t people like her, the monsters like him would starve.

Bedivere: You mean, when someone says something you don’t like, just smack the hell out of ‘em, and the monsters will be like, “never mind”?

Dalvin: Yeah. Draw a line. Set boundaries. It’s as simple as that. Except… *sighs, glancing at her mother* …I guess it’s not that simple for everyone.

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Sy: Even in my days as a thief lord, I hated that sort of cheap and shoddy emotional manipulation. *shakes his head* I guess I don’t understand the motivation, either. I’d rather be powerful than feel powerful any day. That’s the problem I have with men like that: They feel small, so they find someone smaller and cut them down further still. And I’m like, do you even lift, bro? If you feel small, work on yourself! Not that I’m against cultivating emotional dependence, but—

Danielle: A-a-and that’s the end.

Beyond the Wail, full spread
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World Peace or Nah?

Welcome to the Stranger Than Truth Club Minutes, featuring conversations between me and my closest group of friends – one, my IRL bestie, the rest… a little reality-impaired.

“But what we lack in so-called reality,” Will Scarlet inserts, “we make up for in awesomeness!”

Fact, that.

The way of it is, the Stranger Than Truth Club takes people from all walks of life, universes, times, and species, and brings us together through beautiful, ever-evolving, cross-plane friendships.

I wish I could give you a glimpse into our insightful, loving, hilarious, open community. Unfortunately, I can only give you transcripts of our idiocy.

And so without further ado: Truth is stranger than fiction. We are—

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Would You Rather

 

Allyn: Would you rather go to war, or fight in a gladiatorial ring?

Dorian: Well, on the one hand: a cause, but dysentery. On the other: A fight for nothing but my life, but it’s exciting. I think we’ll go with gladiator. “We who are about to triumph salute you, Caesar.”

Lute: That’s my boy.

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Lancelot to Gawain: Would you rather take a ten-year vow of silence, or have everyone call you Catherine?

Tirzah: [spit-take]

Will: Meanwhile, in Random-Ass Town…

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Guinivere: Would you rather see world peace happen after having fought against it, or fight for world peace with everything you have, only to fail?

Arthur: To aim and miss well, or to aim well, and miss? As I would see my ends accomplished, I suppose I’d best fight against them. So y’all better step up.

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Will: Would you rather have really big bazooms that nobody pays attention to, or little breasts that everybody ogles all the time?

Marion: … Why?

Sy: Why are you next to Will?

Marion: Yes.

Sy: I’m sorry.

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Allyn: Someone should ask Will if he’d rather be straight or gay. Completely straight, or completely gay.

Tirzah: Remember, some of your worst unrequited crushes are male. You could get rid of a lot of misery with one fell stroke.

Will: I guess I’d have to be straight… [looks askance at Kinsey Scale extremes]

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Danielle: Would you rather live in Scotland, but not be able to write…

Tirzah: FUUUUUUUU—

Danielle: …Or be the best writer ever, but Scotland doesn’t exist?

Tirzah: [loses her sh*t] I can’t let Scotland not exist! I give up my dream – my heart – my soul – my all – for Scotland. It better damn well appreciate, ‘cause I’ve got to be a businesswoman and painter, now.

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Little Allyn: But sweets! They’re the only thing that have always stood me by! Is sex with [redacted] really so wonderful that I wouldn’t be thinking “I wish you were Belgian waffles” the whole time??

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Apple: I couldn’t stand [losing my math savvy]. At least I’d be an intelligent whore in the upper echelons of society.

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Tirzah [trying not to wake her husband with screeches of laughter]: I can’t be too loud now. Be careful.

Danielle: You be careful. I can’t control your volume.

Tirzah: Neither can I!

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Lute: Absolutely everyone makes it into heaven except for you, or things are as they are now – people choose what they choose?

Sy: The first option isn’t in defiance of anyone’s free will?

Lute: No. Miracle of miracles – everyone chooses heaven. Except you.

Sy: [ponders] Well, I’m goin’ to hell for this, but…

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For extras, see Tirzah’s Tumblr post!

Danielle: Is “tumblr” all lower-caps?

Everyone: …

Go Figur[in]e

“We interrupt what would have been your regularly scheduled Interactive Theatre skit,” says Will Scarlet, “to bring you something so, much, cooler!”

“What now?” groans Allyn, ever among the last to know.

“I’ll tell you ‘what now’. No, better: I’mma show it. Get a load of this!”

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“Oh!” Allyn brightens. “The figurines fashioned in our likeness, as gifted to our author by dear Chelsea de la Cruz.”

“Heck yes!” Will cheers. “I mean, it was awesome enough when she made the ones for the Wilderhark crowd—”

“As can be seen in the Wilderhark Art gallery on Danielle’s website,” Allyn inserts helpfully.

“Yeah, right, sure. But THEN – out of the blue – Christmas in September! Can we take a minute to analyze the perfection of these pieces? ‘Cause seriously.”

Will 'n' Allyn figures, Will

“First of all, let’s talk about my hat. That is a fabulous hat – all red and feathered and vaguely sparkly. And then you’ve got the complimentary redness of my shirt and sorta raspberry-swirlness of my nod-to-hose. Dat belt, tho. And – best thing of all – the 100% symbolic heart of gold!”

Will 'n' Allyn figures, Chelsea chat

And then there’s my little ALLYN! ^o^

“Down, D,” says Will. “We’re telling it. Allyn-a-Dale, your assessment, please?”

Will 'n' Allyn figures, Allyn

“Blue,” Allyn says happily. “A magnificent, marbled blue, like unto a windswept sky.”

“ ‘Like unto’?” Will repeats. “Isn’t that a little much?”

“You said we’re telling it, so let me tell it. Also of note, the cape. A fine, princely garment, that – particularly with its shining chain.”

“I’ll say,” Will agrees. “Mercy, when have you ever dressed up so fancy in real/fictional life, Allyn?”

“A rare occasion or two comes to mind.”

“Well, you look darling as all get-out. That FACE, man!”

“It’s all eyes.”

“Meaning Chelsea nailed it. Is she or is she not the absolute best friend of all time?”

“She certainly ranks in the upper echelons,” Allyn grants. “And we treasure the gift just as we do the giver.”

“Word. (#EverOnIt) Thanks again, Chelsea-babe! Likewise to all the blog readers who ogled these mini masterpieces with us. ‘Til next time, friends: Will and Allyn out!”

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Stranger Than Truth

Welcome to the debut of the Stranger Than Truth Club Minutes, featuring conversations between me and my closest group of friends – one, my IRL bestie, the rest… a little reality-impaired.

“But what we lack in so-called reality,” Will Scarlet inserts, “we make up for in awesomeness!”

Fact, that.

The way of it is, the Stranger Than Truth Club takes people from all walks of life, universes, times, and species, and brings us together through beautiful, ever-evolving, cross-plane friendships.

I wish I could give you a glimpse into our insightful, loving, hilarious, open community. Unfortunately, I can only give you transcripts of our idiocy.

And so without further ado: Truth is stranger than fiction. We are—

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Sy: So, we’re opening up the floor to the entirety of this imaginary realm. Who’s the likeliest to fill up the air?

Tirzah: That makes it sound like a radio program.

Bruno: This would do better as a radio program.

Sy: But then people would have to learn how to distinguish between our voices, and there are really just two girls talking.

Will: Yeah, we can barely decipher it, some days.

Sy: They just need to become Robin Williams.

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Will: The problem with radio is you can’t see our faces. This should be TV.

Tirzah: What kind of show would it be?

Will: Some sort of old-time variety show? Ed Sullivan kind of thing?

Allyn: You only know The Ed Sullivan Show from “Bye-Bye, Birdie”. You don’t even know what it’s about.

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Tirzah: I think we’d make the most sense as an anime set in a high school. Somebody’s undead? No problem. Somebody was an assassin once? No problem. We’re just all doing our geometry homework. Don’t mind the personifications of nature, they come and go.

Little Allyn: Our teachers would have a difficult time calling roll. Some of us are the same person.

Sy: Yeah, that should get addressed early on. Gentle readers, please note: We have duplicates. Don’t ask why. The reasons are varied and complicated and we’ve forgotten some of them.

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[Conversation devolves into bickering between the authors re: sentence arrangement]

Will: Anyone timing this? How long did it take before they started sniping at each other?

Allyn: Oh, I’d say a good hour, all told.

Danielle: That’s not bad time.

Tirzah: You know how group projects be like.

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Will: How long before the rest of us start bickering with each other, I wonder?

Sy: As soon as someone calls you old. Or tells Allyn he has pride issues.

Allyn: Are we really going into that?

Sy: I’m sorry, are you too proud to go into that in a public forum?

Bruno: And just like that, they decide to tackle the deep issues.

Tirzah: Leave it to Sy.

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Allyn: I really don’t want to do this. Can we not?

Will: He called me old! We can talk about you.

Sy: I didn’t say—

Will: YOU IMPLIED IT.

Allyn: Calm down. You’re distressing me.

Lute: Be gentle with Allyn. He’s a Highly Sensitive Person.

Allyn: I just don’t want to be talked about, and I don’t want Will yelling.

Will: You can’t have it all.

Tirzah: *breaks into Adele* *follows up with Ke$ha*

Tirzah: No! No! You’re painting me in an incorrect light! That makes it sound like that’s the music I’m into. It’s just that… appropriate lyrics were appropriate!

Danielle: Okay, speaking of music, it’s about to play the end theme. Any last words?

Sy: What is our end theme?

Tirzah: Why don’t we have an end theme? Ga-a-ants?

Lute: I have one. You just can’t hear it.

Danielle: You would.

One for the Logophiles

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And speaking of “Surrogate Sea”… *segues into regularly scheduled blog post*

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A short while back, I came across this BuzzFeed article full of “-phile” words (y’know, that suffix from the Greek, denoting the meaning “lover of”) quite fetchingly displayed on accompanying images.

Me being a logophile (i.e., a word lover – and heck yes, the BuzzFeed piece included that one), I naturally enjoyed scrolling through the article’s offerings. Me also being Danielle E. Shipley, the crazy cat character lady, I just as naturally thought about which of the words might apply to which people in my head. And once I started seeing them, I realized to my delight that connections to my most recently published Wilderhark Tale were everywhere!

So here now, for your visual and linguistic pleasure, are the words most befitting the cast of “The Surrogate Sea”!

Word Love, Thalassophile

With his passion for the Great Sea, “thalassaophile” most befits the Wind of South, Austeryn.

Word Love, Pluviophile

Of course, given that Austeryn is the Sky’s rain-bringer, the word “pluviophile” also applies.

While we’re on the topic of winds, behold those best suited to Aquinore, the chionophilic Wind of the North, and Euroval, ceraunophilic Wind of the East. Frigid cold and thunder/lightning storms, respectively, are what they love best of all.

Word Love, Chionophile

Word Love, Ceraunophile

Queen Laraspur and I share a trait in common: We are both selenophiles, infatuated with the magical Moon.

Word Love, Selenophile

The Moon himself, meanwhile, is the astrophilic keeper of the stars.

Word Love, Astrophile

But even more than moon- and starlight, Lumónd adores the night. Above all, the Moon is a nyctophile.

Word Love, Nyctophile

Unsurprisingly, this stands in stark contrast to his elder brother, for Raeóryn’s first love will ever be the light. The Sun = hardcore photophile.

Word Love, Photophile

Meanwhile, on the earth below, Ionquin Wyle reveals himself to have become deeply fond of passing time among the trees of Wilderhark Forest. Like me, then, the prince is a dendrophile.

Word Love, Dendrophile

And I couldn’t see this picture and not think of dear old Edgwyn Wyle. He’s been more or less a lifelong hippophile – as one might guess from his insistence on sharing his “Stone Kingdom” bookmark portrait with his horse. X)

Word Love, Hippophile

Surrogate Sea cover, front

For even more enchanting word pinups, check out the full BuzzFeed collection. And to be further enchanted by the newest Wilderhark Tale, make sure to get your paperbacks and/or 99-cent e-books of “The Surrogate Sea. Gotta be all caught up before Book 6.5 releases next week, right? ;D

Remaking the World in Some Image or Another

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That’s right, because I want to make it easier on everyone to get all caught up on their Wilderhark Tales before Book 6.5* launches on July 7th, Book Four can be on your e-reader for just 99 cents. Run, don’t walk! The deal only carries through Monday, June 22nd.

*The Goodreads giveaway for that is still running, btw…

And now onto our regularly scheduled blog post.

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Y’know what’s stupid disconcerting? Watching your author write your life, then completely dismantle it so she can rewrite it into something more or less similar but totally different.

You’ve all been there, right?

I’m Bruno, by the way. Most of you don’t know me. Like I said, Danielle’s in the process of taking my life down to studs, so it’ll probably be years before the books hit the market. Some of you may sorta half-remember me from a guest post I wrote way back when, but let’s face it, most of you don’t. That’s cool. I’m not here to be memorable. I’m here because Danielle wants this process written about, but she’s not in the mood to do it herself, so hey, character, you do it for me, ‘kay?

I have got to join a union.

Anyway. The process.

It’s kind of like the last time she took a bunch of old writing and overhauled it to embarrass her less. (You haven’t seen that book yet, either.) Except that time, the plot didn’t really change; it was more a matter where she focused on the timeline, and through which characters’ point of view. This time, though, she’s got even more work cut out for her. She sort of wrote my first book on the fly, and the second one didn’t get much better, planning-wise, so Books 3 and 4 were basically trying to make sense of 1 and 2. She had some okay ideas, but overall? Kind of a hot mess.

Beyond that, her vision for the series has changed. She’s had the better part of a decade to mull this thing over, and to grow enamored with different characters and kinds of stories. The big game-changer, really, was “The Ballad of Allyn-a-Dale”. (Y’know. “Outlaws of Avalon”. The trilogy that, like my story, doesn’t even quite exist yet, but you wouldn’t know it by how that one Merry Maniac has taken over at least two planes of reality.) Not to give the whole game away, but there’s a connection between the worlds of “Outlaws”, and Wilderhark, and mine. Danielle wants to play that up more. Like, a lot. She basically thinks she’s the Marvel universe.

Out with the old. Some characters from the story’s first version won’t make it into the second. Sucks for them, but we’re not running some sprawling epic fantasy with a dozen books, twenty protagonists a pop. Yeah, it’s still supposed to be kind of an epic, but Danielle has some vague idea as to her limits, and so prefers a slightly narrower scope.

…To make way for the new. The main reason people are getting cut is that Danielle’s got her eye on some other people to take their places. I should probably be grateful she still wants me in the starring role, but gratitude’s not really my way of life, so that’s not happening. Plus I’m privately terrified that I’m going to get completely upstaged by half the cast.

And by “privately”, I mean I totally just slapped that onto a public blog, so.

Will I even still get to wear chainmail? ‘Cause I’ll be too ticked if I can't keep my chainmail.
Will I even still get to wear chainmail? ‘Cause I’ll be too ticked if I can’t keep my chainmail.

The GPS is as lost as the rest of us. The journey from A to B is rerouting all over the place – in no small part because the destination is no longer quite the same. Hell, the whole landscape’s changed. We’re dealing with the plotting equivalent of earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, and a tsunami or two. A dream come true, for fans of plate tectonics. For the author and me, it’s more like sitting atop a rollercoaster’s highest peak, trying to figure out how to assemble the rest of the track before we plunge to our deaths.

Fortunately, the parking brake’s on, so we’ve got nothing but time.

To be determined. How much free rein will she give me, in this thing? Will I get to swear in-text, or will she prose-dance around it? Will she bother to learn conversational Italian so I can flaunt my heritage? These are the questions I’ve got.

Is this cool enough yet? That’s the main thing, really. We both want this remade series to be cool. She wants to hit every awesome note she can, and do it in such a way that these are books she’ll not only love to write, but love to read. I just want to avoid looking lame.

We’ll see what another several months of brainstorming gets us. Just know that I don’t get as loud a say in Danielle’s work as certain other characters I could name (but don’t need to, ‘cause chances are you all know exactly who I mean). So if the project tanks, that’s all on her. And if it rocks… Whatever, that’s on her, too. I’ll just be glad I made it out with my rep intact.

Or, like, a rep at all.

The Shortcut to Everywhere (Jack and the Genre-nauts, Act 12)

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“Welcome, one and all,” says Will Scarlet, with a broad smile and a bow, “to Will & Allyn’s Interactive Theatre!”

“Every second Saturday,” says Allyn-a-Dale, “Will and I and our friends from the story world of ‘The Outlaws of Avalon ’ trilogy—”

“Coming one of these days to a book retailer near you!”

“—Will take at random two of the suggestions gleaned from you, our gentle audience, and incorporate them into… well, the sort of tomfoolery Will calls entertainment.”

“So make yourselves comfortable,” says Will, “as we now present to you: ‘The Shortcut to Everywhere’!”

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[The curtain rises on our players – Allyn-a-Dale as Jack Snow, Little John as the Antichristmas Beast, and Sir Wilbur Lamb and Annabelle Gray from INSPIRED – navigating the shifting walls of the Labyrinth set.]

Allyn/Jack: I must warn you once again, Annabelle, that this is most ill-advised. We cannot trust the Beast!

Annabelle: So fine, I won’t trust him. That doesn’t mean I can’t go along with his request. As a character, all he wants is a story. As an author, all I want is to write them. Seems like a good trade, to me.

Sir Wilbur [in a quiet aside to Allyn ]: Don’t worry, Jack. She won’t go anywhere with your enemy alone. We’ll be there every step of the way to look after her.

Little John/Beast [stopping before a glass door with all sorts of fancy light and smoke effects swirling behind it ]: This is it. The Shortcut to Everywhere. All anyone need do is step through, and they will find themselves instantly transported to wherever they most wish to go.

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http://themagicfarawayttree.tumblr.com/post/62947873581/magic-entry

Allyn/Jack [to the audience, expression bright ]: Anywhere! Why, that means I could at last go home!

Annabelle: Sweet! So, what kind of story were you thinking about going for, A.B.? Same genre as before, or shall we branch away from fairytales? And what sort of role do you want, this time? There’s no shame in staying the villain, you know. Every story needs a good bad guy. It’s one of life’s essentials. Like the color blue.

Sir Wilbur: I don’t see how either villainy or blueness is a life essential.

Annabelle [patting Wilbur’s hand ]: Then you’re just going to have to take my word for it.

Allyn/Jack [still to the audience, now frowning ]: But if I return to the North Pole, it will be Wilbur and Annabelle alone against the Antichristmas Beast. If he means to betray them, as he surely does, it is unlikely they will be able to come out the victors. Can I so simply leave them behind?

Little John/Beast: Villainy is but a matter of point of view. Do I want to stay evil? Naturally. But that doesn’t mean I have to be the antagonist. I want to be the antihero. As for genre… [strokes beard, musing ] I’ve always been curious to explore Steampunk.

Annabelle: Ooh, the possibilities! I think I feel some inspiration coming on…

Allyn/Jack [still to the audience, scowling ]: How is this even my problem? I’m not the madman who dragged us all into this mess in the first place. It was that blasted Hatter! He’s the one who should have to deal with the Beast, not me! And where is he? …No, seriously. Where in the worlds is he??

Little John/Beast: Then let us be gone.

[He extends a clawed paw-hand to Annabelle, who accepts it with less trepidation than would be wisest. Sir Wilbur nods who Allyn, who’s still in a clearly conflicted state. Girl and Beast step through the doorway, with Sir Wilbur right behind, leaving Allyn alone in the Labyrinth.]

Allyn/Jack [frustrated ]: Oh… Groundhog Day.

[He lunges through the doorway. Much fancy lighting and great billows of smoke follow. When it all clears, the Labyrinth set is gone, replaced by a dimly lit cave that could belong just about anywhere. Before Allyn can voice the question evident on his face, Gant-o’-the-Lute as Loki appears from around a corner in a colorful jester’s motley.]

Lute/Loki: So glad you could join me, Jack Snow. Time to get you suited up! The real fun’s about to begin.

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“Aaaand SCENE!” says Will.

“Thank you to audience members Chelsea de la Cruz and Miranda McNeff,” says Allyn, “for providing us with the inspiration ‘a good bad guy’ and ‘the color blue’.”

“If you enjoyed yourselves,” Will says, “(or if you didn’t, but you totally did, right?), don’t forget to leave suggestions for future productions in the comments! Words or phrases we’ve got to include, a prop to use, a prompt to run with… anything goes! ‘Til next time, friends: Will and Allyn out!”