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Grand Flow of things
Defeated, the characters return to the hotel room.
MC sees the Prince of the Forest through the window. He is cool looking - electric blue eyes. Neon.
The Prince is God. This scene is reverent.
The Prince approaches the window, and their eyes meet through the glass.
MC speaks: “Oh…it’s you. You’re beautiful…so beautiful. I’ve forgotten. Don’t run off… stay here with me, please. Just stay.”
The Prince throws off his hood.
Realizing himself suddenly, Jimmy drops his bottle and cleans himself up.
The old magic of this place is long dead, Jimmy. I do not like being here.
“But why? What is this?”
And a blinding anger suddenly flashes over him. He slaps the window. “Why have you come now? Why tonight, you fuck?”
“So many times, I needed you so bad. And now I’ve failed one more time. All that I’ve lost, you weren’t there then. Now I have nothing left to be worthy of you! Fuck off. Get the fuck out of here!”
The great head dipped then, and then a whisper, like the rustle of leaves. “Time is irrelevant. Place, not so. You are here.”
“Time IS relevant to me. An eternity. Five years of struggling, of watching everything crumble around me. And now I have nothing left.” He sobs. “Don’t waste your time with me.”
“It hasn’t been wasted yet.”
He pushes his head through the window. “Are you afraid of me, dear Jimmy?”
“Oh no, I could never be afraid of you. But I know I should be…I should be.”
Their lips meet.
“There are many things I can yet take from you, Jimmy. But perhaps just one thing, tonight.”
They wake up to the lyrics of “Stressed Out” by 21 Pilots: “But now I’m insecure, and I care what people think”
That’s Jimmy. He don’t talk.
Oh, that’s all right. Pleased to meet you Jimmy.
Oh my god, I can’t believe it. How is this possible?
We’re in 2015 boys.
Gonna phone your parents?
BITCOIN! BITCOIN BITCOIN!
Holy shit it’s actually kind of expensive.
Want to split one with me?
I’m gonna buy a thousand. Wait a minute. Oh shit. No…I haven’t won the lottery yet. Oh no. I don’t remember the numbers. I’ll never get those numbers again. I’m broke
Well, I guess we wouldn’t be furries if we had happy childhoods
Anyone had anyone die in the past couple years?
Oh shit…Bobby. Bobby died and he’s here
I haven’t DJed in 5 years
each of these men thought themselves irreparably broken
and saw their second chance in furry
but instead these fatherless men found primalcy
Conversation with hotel staff
Aftermath in room
A final walk around the grounds
Interlude with PoF
Discovery in morning
Setting out/fun time
Realization of responsibility
The call to action and the response
Adventure, peril, and narrow escapes - Hotel Security/Altf/
Interlude with PoF - dance
Reconciliation w/Hotel staff
hisses stop stop stop
Not tonight. Things got a little fucked up. I’m going to try again tomorrow, offer them more money.
<he advances again, moving the table out of the way
I did not come here to enforce a deadline. But he who would bear bad news should know to beware me.
Well, guess what, I fucked up again.
You have to get out of here! you’re gonna wake everyone up
You’re the only one they can hear.
Of all the miserable assholes in this world, why me?
Because you’re the only miserable asshole who can help me fix everything, Jimmy. And I think it’s time that I took what I need.
I’m going to take your time Jimmy - five years of it. Five wasted, disassociated, drunken years. You won’t miss a thing, my boy.
Hide in babyfur room
Babyfurs agree to disguise them
Con security busts in
The MCs leave - but babyfurs say “Don’t forget us”
Later, they stand up for them
A final walk around the grounds
Sees something shining in the flower bed
Digs out an old whipit and brushes it off
Of all the people in the world, why did you pick me
Because, none of them can help me.
Oh god…did you come for me? Did you come to take me away?
Boy. You’re jest a sorry sonuvabitch, aren’t you? The state of you, I’m thinkin I’m just wasting my time.
Nono not wasting your time please stay
Good thing, too. Good help’s hard to find of late. I aim to deputize me some good help.
Now, no more of that. I’m going to speak to you very simply and clearly, and if you know what’s best for you, you’ll listen and you’ll get your head together.
wishing hell upon you
i don’t give a good shit
It is that.
Boy you’re a slow one ain’t ye
I got to get on
you aint one of those boys just fixing to get to know a man by the state of his dress, are you?