Chapter Twelve continued Elaina had done as Robert had suggested: she’d lost herself in a book. She’d become so lost that, by the time her head had emerged, she’d had exactly five minutes to get to Rose’s study for tea. She’d gasped and flung herself from the plush armchair, hoping fervently her hair wasn’t too untidy and her green gown not too wrinkled. Rose was, of course, perfectly coiffed and attired. Elaina couldn’t help but feel like a scullery maid next to her. But Rose only glanced over her with her usual cool expression before silently indicating she should take the seat opposite her at the dainty round table. While…
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Raven, Chapter 8-a
The first time I met Teryk, I was terrified. But he turned out to be quite pleased with me. He took me under his wing and finished my training himself. I quickly became the best little thief in his following. -the writing on the cell wall Caidy came out of a deep sleep slowly, clenching her eyes closed, as she always did to block out the incoming sunlight. Her back was killing her and she wasn’t sure why. She turned over onto her side, wondering why her bed felt so weird. There were lumps and dips, so unlike her smooth, soft mattress. And the light was all wrong. It should…
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Tea Party, Act 2, Scene 3
Scene Three: In a cozy, but not small room inside a cottage. The floor is wood and the walls painted white with surreal paintings hanging on the walls. Tall vases filled with flowers line the walls. In the middle of the room is a round table with a white tablecloth covering it and a tea party spread across it. Eight chairs are set up around the table. A tall, stately woman in a long, subdued dress is standing beside the table, her hands demurely folded as the seven people file in through the door. Dragonfly: Welcome, my friends. Patience: What is all this? What’s going on? Dragonfly: (with a slight…
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Tea Party, Act 2, Scenes 1 and 2
Now that I can finally get back online, here are Scenes 1 and 2 of Act 2, in which we meet new friends and encounter Jell-o: Scene One: In a walled in garden. A well is at one end and an open gate at the other. There are many shade trees and creeping vines everywhere. Amelia and Calvin are helping Beatrice up from a ditch. Patience is sitting on a moss bed, looking almost hysterical. Rupert has his head down the well. Amelia and Calvin give a final tug and Beatrice stands with them with a green lump in her hand. Beatrice: Where are we? Calvin: (shrugs) Never seen this…
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Tea Party, Act 1, Scene 6
Scene Six: Amelia’s backyard. A large, round table is set up between to flower beds. Beatrice: Tea! Someone get the tea! Amelia: (staring at Beatrice as though she has lost her mind) The teapot is on the table. Beatrice: Oh, okay. What about the pie? Patience: It’s inside with Amelia’s cookies, Calvin’s cake, Rupert’s brownies, and my fudge. Calvin: Okay. Rupert, come help me. Amelia: I’ll go, too. Amelia, Calvin, and Rupert exit. They return a minute later with a plate of cookies, the pie, the cake, a platter of brownies, and a pile of fudge. Patience: I hope they taste as good as they look. Amelia: I’m sure it…
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Tea Party, Act 1, Scenes 4 and 5
Scene Four: Back in Patience’s backyard. A table is set up near her new garden. Rupert: Well, Pat, it’s just us this year. Patience: Yeah, I know. One of us will die today. Will it be you or me? Rupert: Maybe it’ll be different this year. Patience: I doubt it, Rupert. I can’t believe Beatrice, Amelia, and Calvin are dead. One of us will die. Rupert: Don’t be negative, Pat. So, what’s this year’s treat? We’ve had cookies, cake, and brownies. Patience: Don’t you mean Frisbees, sickly chocolate with burnt honey, and bricks? Rupert: Yeah, I guess so. Patience: Well, I’ve made fudge for the first time. I just made…
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Tea Party, Act 1, Scene 3
Scene Three: Rupert’s backyard. A round table is set up under a large shade tree. Patience: (apparently talking to herself since she’s alone on stage) Amelia was right last year. One of us did die. Who will be next this time? Enter Calvin. Calvin: Hi, Pat. Patience: Hello, Calvin. Who do you suppose will die this year? Calvin: (shaking his head) I don’t know. Last year Amelia and the year before Beatrice. We really ought to stop having tea parties. Patience: This time will be Rupert’s fault for getting us here. I can’t believe he persuaded me to come! By the way, where is he? Enter Rupert with a platter…
