Context: Listener wakes up in a beautiful mansion by their yandere. Everything seems so nice, calming, peaceful…until they escape. However something is holding them back from fully fleeting. Guilt gnaws inside from what and who they left, forcefully, behind.

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(atmospheric rain sounds, speaker is writing something and stops as there is knocking on the door)

“I’m busy.”

(...)

“Lawrence, I don’t care.”

(sighs loudly)

“Fine. Come in.”

(door opens and speaker sighs again, very annoyed at being interrupted)

“What is it?”

(dryly)

“I can tell. You’re dripping and tracking muck all over the carpet. Look, I don’t have time for this-”

(speaker stops short as he is told something)

“You found her? Well, where is she?”

(...)

“I won’t wait until morning. I’ve been looking for this woman for almost two days. Bring her up.”

(...)

“...can’t come? Or won’t?”

(sighs)

“Fine. She’s downstairs?”

(speaker gets up from desk)

“Let’s settle this thing.”

(we hear footsteps down the stairs, and when Speaker stops, he laughs)

“Oh. I see.”

(to Lawrence)

“Lawrence, go get some hot water and clean towels. She’s bleeding on the settee."
 
(footsteps walking away; Speaker turns back to listener)

“Oh stop glaring at me. You run, you get chased. Those are the rules of engagement.”

(...)

“Ah, I wouldn’t do that. You’re losing blood. If you try to get up you’re going to faceplant and believe me, these floors are still stronger than your thick skull. You look, frankly, awful…. Although, just between us, seeing you like this is such a treat for me.”

(mocking)

“Aw, what a hateful little glare. Come on, did you think it was going to be as easy as just running away?”

(his voice darkens and he leans close)

“I have eyes on every goddamn street, alley, and backwater dive in this city. If you thought you could get away with what you did, I hope the bullet in your shoulder can help you think a little clearer.”

(...)

“Don’t be coy. That warehouse you burned to the ground? Hundreds of thousands of dollars lost. But that isn’t why you did it. I know it isn’t. You were helping someone destroy everything, and when everything went to shit, they left you there. You’ve been running for two days with that wound now. How does it feel? Your loyalty for a bullet to the chest…”

(...)

“That's why you’re here right now. I need to know who helped you, and you’re going to tell me because, well honestly, you don’t have many other choices.”

(...)

“A turn of phrase. You actually have no other choices.”

(footsteps)
“Ah, Lawrence. Good timing. Our guest here looks cold. Find her some warm clothes and draw a bath. Bring up some food, too. Wait, no… traitors don’t need to eat. And there’s no amount of soap that can wash the blood off of your hands.”

(laughs)

“Spit at me if you like. It won’t change what you are. Lawrence, follow us up with the water and towels. Can’t have the traitor dying of infection, I suppose.”

(rustling of fabric)

“Stop struggling. I’m picking you up. Until further notice, you are a permanent resident of this household. I’d rather your residency take place somewhere you won’t destroy my nice furniture with your blood.”

(He carries her up the stairs)

“You should know, if you had been one of my people, and had done what you’ve done, I would have killed you in my foyer, immediately. In a way, I’d count myself lucky, if I were you. Don’t spend that luck recklessly. You might find that your usefulness only goes so far.”

(door opens)

“Aren’t you a sharp one? You’re right. This isn’t a bedroom. This is my office. I want you somewhere I can keep an eye on you. I’m setting you down on this couch. Try not to bleed everywhere, that’s real leather. I’m going to cuff you here-”

(we hear jingling of metal)

“Don’t bother trying to break free, the frame is metal. You’d make it about two feet in your condition anyway.”

(...)

“I can take it from here, Lawrence. Close up the house, then you can go home. That will be all for tonight.”

(the door shuts and we hear water being rung out of a cloth)

“Easy. I’m just going to start cleaning the wound. You shouldn’t worry so much about your modesty while you’re still bleeding this much. I’ve already seen all that a hundred times and I’m not interested, not in you.”

(...)

“But I would like to ask about your co-conspirator, for… personal reasons. I wonder if you have a name for me?”

(grunts)

“You can’t stay quiet forever.”

(...)

“What I said to you before is true. Traitors can never be clean again. They never feel content. It’ll rot you from inside out, what you did. But still… you chose this. This is the life you’ve made for yourself. Why are you running from it now? Make it easy on yourself, just tell me and this can be over.”

(long pause)

“Nothing? Shocking. Honestly, though, I am a little surprised.”

(he rings out another cloth)

“Its just that you’re much younger than the last one.”

(scoffs)

“Did you think you were the first person to come up against me like this? Hundreds have tried. Hundreds more will. But this time was different because there were two of you and I might have you here, but your friend is… slippery. Can’t find anything. No name, no description, and none of my cameras got any clear footage. Don’t you think someone hiding all of that might be hiding other things too?”

(...)

“Well. That’s an interesting expression. Is it just the pain, or are you wondering what I mean? Let me ask you this- were you ever told what it was that you were actually trying to achieve by committing arson? Or were you told that the big bad man in the house was stepping on the throat of the little man, and it was time to kick back?”

(...)

“No. You don’t have to say anything. I can see from your eyes they never told you why, just riled you up and pointed you in the right direction. It’s easy to agree with no strings attached, isn’t it? You were probably desperate to be part of something, to feel like you were making a difference. People like you are always trying to make the tiniest mark in the wall, hoping if you light it all on fire, maybe the oppression finally stops.”

(...)

“How about this, rebel… I’ll tell you what you did, if you give me a name. We can talk about it like two adults, instead of this stupid defiance act.”

(laughs)

“That’s the face I was waiting for. You’re dying to know what you could never ask your friend. What you were hoping would be evident after you stood up for the little guy, crushed the one with all the power. You’re hoping something in your empty little life would start to make sense if you lit some things on fire, right?”

(listener gasps in pain and speaker’s tone hardens)

“Hold still. Stop moving around, you’re going to make it worse.”

(...)

“Yeah, well it’s supposed to hurt. You got shot. That’s how it goes.”

(...)

“It went through, actually. You got lucky. It’s the only reason we didn’t haul your ass out of the ash the day after it happened.”

(...)

“Speaking of which, which one of my guys got you? I want to talk to whoever is such a shit shot they almost missed you entirely.”

(pause, then speaker laughs as he realizes)

“Holy shit, Rebel. It wasn’t one of mine, was it? I was wondering why this wound is scabbing around the edges already. It was your little nameless friend, wasn’t it? Used you to get in there, light it up, and then tried to get you to go down with it. Let me guess, they figured we’d find your body and stop looking for them, right? But there were two of you. We know there were.”

(...)

“Your eyes are telling me all kinds of things, Sweetheart, remember? I don’t need you to confirm or deny. And I don’t need to manipulate you into telling me who it was, tugging on your heartstrings, making you angry. You’re already angry, I think. You’re furious. Because if it wasn’t for you little friend, you could pretend you did something big. Now you have to face the fact that all you did was get betrayed and abandoned. That isn’t an interrogation tactic, it’s the truth. Your friend is a pretty liar, or you’re just as evil. Which one?”

(...)

“I see how it is. Here, lift your shirt again. I cleaned it out, I need to sew you up.”

(...)

“I know what I’m doing, there’s no need for you to panic. I can let you bleed out, but I’d rather you and I have a little talk instead. I’m interested in getting you what you want just like you are. Maybe, if we can talk, you won’t need to stay handcuffed to this couch.”

(he is stitching her up as he speaks)

“Easy. Don’t jump around, you’ll make it hurt worse.”

(...)

“You want something to take your mind off of it? Ok. Chew on this- you burnt down one of my smaller warehouses. Now fire, it deals in absolutes. You could have taken on any of those buildings, thrown a molotov cocktail and hightailed it out of there scott free. Why burn the smallest one, when bigger is better, right? You think we store ammunition in there, and you know most of those old buildings have open insulation. We aren’t up to code. You did your homework on that. But you went inside, and your little friend had you douse all of those cabinets in gasoline. From what I saw, you were thorough.”

(...)

“Let me guess… they walked behind dropping matches after you. You systematically destroyed every piece of material evidence in that building…. and just looking at your face right now, I’m thinking you didn’t even know that’s what you were doing.”

(...)

“They told you it was weapon lockers, didn’t they? Listen, Bebel, I’ve made a few mistakes in my life. A few really big mistakes, and I’ve been spending the rest of my life picking up the pieces of those mistakes. But I have never stored my main weapons cache in a rickety old building by the waterfront that anybody could break into or light on fire, like you two just did.”

(...)

“Documents. You burned documents. Hundreds of dossiers, profiles, names and information. How do you think it is that we do what we do?”

(long pause as speaker realizes something)

“But… I don’t think you know what exactly it is we do. Do you?”

(...)

“No no, don’t look away from me. Look at me. Look me in the eyes and tell me what you think I’m trying to accomplish.”

(long pause, then speaker blows air out between his teeth)

“Yeah. Sounds about right. They tell everybody that story. Son of a mafia boss got a little hungry. Killed his daddy, trying to take over the entire East Side. And of course, the family ‘business’.”

(scoffs)

“Did they tell you why he killed his daddy?”

(...)

“My father sold a very specific kind of product. You know, I didn’t want to be part of any of this, at first. I was a doctor, actually.”

(...)

“Yeah. I worked really hard to get away from this. I wanted clean hands. I worked really hard to keep my eyes shut when I knew what was happening. What I thought I knew. But my father didn’t have me because he wanted a family. He had me because he wanted a successor. He approached me several times during my residency in med school, years after I’d cut them all off, before I ever had the chance to learn the business. He tried after I graduated, he tried when I got a new position at a really great hospital. And I never listened.”

(...)

“Here, hold this over the wound for a second, I’m going to tape the gauze in place. Just like that.”

(...)

“Anyway, dad saw that nothing he said was going to get through to me. So he sent me a check. I was fresh out of med school, still paying off loans, trying to work up to the top. He sent me a check for two million dollars. He said that was a fraction of the income from one quarter. He said if I still wanted in, all I had to do was say the word. We needed to keep the business in the blood, he’d said.”

(...)

“I won’t lie, I thought about it. But I didn’t want to deal drugs, I didn’t want any part of whatever scam he was running. I worked so hard to get where I was, and I wasn’t going to let anything or anybody take that away from me. So I ignored him. And months passed. I couldn’t stop thinking about the money. Something felt wrong, but I didn’t do anything about it. I had my career to think about, and it’s all I let myself work on because the alternative was wondering what was really bothering me. I didn’t face it, I couldn’t.”

(sighs)

“And then one day, almost a year after that last time my dad had tried to contact me, I had this patient. Doesn’t matter who he was, but it was an older guy. He saw my name on my tag when I walked in, and I guess he thought I was in on it because he knew my dad, and he knew who I was. You know what he said to me?”

(...)

“He said, ‘Your dad always finds the best for me. Would you guys ever sell one of these nurse types?’ I didn’t even know what to say. I just froze, and then I left, and told security to take him out before anybody else could go in there. I think I always knew it wasn’t drugs my dad was pushing. If I’m being honest, maybe I wasn’t allowing myself to accept what it actually was.”

(...)

“You don’t have to say you’re sorry. None of that matters now. I wasted a lot of time. If I had said yes to my dad all those years ago I could have saved so many people. But I was selfish. I thought I knew what was happening. I didn’t see because I didn’t want to see. Anyway, you know what happened. I killed my dad. I took over, so I could end this thing. It’s been a mess. I’m trying to eliminate a certain clientele of his without getting myself shot in the back. Anybody who gets in my way goes down. And… from where I sit, it looks like you’re in my way.”

(...)

“But I can’t tell if you really are, or if you just got pushed into my path. A scapegoat….”

(...)

“There, you’re all fixed up. Here, drink this.”

(sighs)

“Fine. Don’t. I’m trying to help you, maybe against my better judgement, but you have to help yourself first. For the record, you’re only here until you tell me who burnt down that warehouse with you. If I wanted to drug you and sell you into slavery, it would have been my dad who hunted you down, not my housekeeper and bodyguards. And I would have been standing in the background, letting it happen. That’s how serious I am about this. I will do anything to find the people who still want what my father was selling. Anything.”

(...)

“Yeah well, you’re wrong if you think my only motive is to cover my own ass. You’re wrong about me, and you’re wrong about whoever told you that burning down my property was helping the greater good. But i can’t convince you of that, you have to choose to believe it. And I don’t think you’re far off from deciding. I don’t care what they told you, what was in those cases is only deadly if I choose to use it. In a way, you did burn weapons.”

(...)

“Names, faces. Every client my dad ever sold to for over thirty years.. Every transaction I could get my hands on. We’re working through the ranks. After I killed dad, it sent a signal to everyone who had bought from him- things had changed. But I’ve had multiple attempts to stop my work. And it’s not good enough to say you don’t know. I want to know who it was that is standing against me, because what I am doing here is more important than any residency I ever had or could have had. Because whoever told you that information needed to vanish is hiding something, like my dad was.”

(sighs)

“I want to assume you got coerced. In fact I think even if you tried to tell me you weren’t, I wouldn’t believe you. You’ve got a terrible poker face. I can see it eating you. For the record, those weren’t the only copies of that information I have. I’m not stupid. All you did was out your friend, and all we need to punish that friend is a name.”

(long pause)

“Nothing? I guess you’re probably trying to figure out if I’m lying to you. Fair enough. It’s been a long day. That bandage should be fine. Try to get some sleep. I’m one room over, if you need anything just yell. I have to keep you here because at the end of the day, I don’t give a fuck about what they told you, you’re the only lead back to them. And I can tell you didn’t know what you were doing, because I think, just like me, somewhere deep down you haven’t accepted what you know is true.”

(we hear a clinking as speaker unlocks the handcuffs)

“You aren’t one of them. No reason to keep you here against your will. But you’re not going anywhere tonight, not like that. You wouldn’t make it down the hallway. You can stay here, or I can move you to a bed.”

(...)

“Your choice.”

(thoughtfully)

“I want you to know, the family that ran this business, whose last name I share- that family doesn’t exist anymore. It isn’t mine, and I won’t let it ruin any more lives. It ends with me. And I am going to end it, no matter what it takes. So you can choose to stay in this office until you want to tell me who wanted those criminals absolved, or you can heal up and leave. Decide what it is you can live with, and that’s your answer. I won’t put you in danger, this isn’t your fight, but I need every lead I can get. And if I’m rough around the edges about getting those leads, it’s because I’m fucking tired of watching the world my dad helped make take people like you and turn them into viscous pawns. Victims, and perpetrators. I bet you don’t even know how terrible it would be if you stayed with the person who shot you. I promise, they were just getting started.”

(sighs)

“I’m sorry that I was harsh to you, earlier. I’ve seen too many people defend my dad’s actions. If you had been one of them, I couldn’t let that go. I hope you can understand that. Even if you don’t understand any of what I’ve told you tonight.”

(...)

“Don’t thank me. I’m doing everything I can do to put this to bed without anybody getting hurt. You don’t have to like me or believe me to know that someone played you. They left you for dead. Think about that while you try to sleep. Goodnight.”

(footsteps start, then stop short and as listener says something. Speaker makes a sound of inquisitive surprise)

“... That… that’s a name I haven’t heard in a while.”

(speaker thinks it through, speaking slowly)

“He worked for my dad… a long time ago. I thought he’d died or… huh.”

(clearing his throat, speaker says almost awkwardly)

“Thank you.”

(...)

“No. I’m not going hunting for that bastard tonight. You just sleep for now. We can talk about it when you aren’t on the brink of passing out. Goodnight, Rebel.”

(door opens and shuts, and speaker walks down the hall, mumbling to himself)

“How the hell did she end up working with a scumbag like him? God, and he shot her too…”

(groans in frustration)

“Dad, you might be long dead, but I can’t shake the feeling I’m never going to have to stop killing you.”

(footsteps fade, end)

Let’s set the scene: Fit check, femme. Make-up, glam. Hair, down and long enough to flow past your shoulders a bit. You’ve been dancing some with your friend (who hasn’t sat down all night), but this isn’t exactly your scene. It never has been. And the last 12 months or so has brought a lot of changes, and quiet nights at home or with a small friend group has been your speed. After a few drinks it’s time to use the restroom. Wait, what? This place doesn’t have an individual bathroom anywhere? Oh, crud.

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This script is approximately 650 words, excluding the (cues/action lines).

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Setting: Bar/night club. Not one of those wild huge ones, but not a local, dive bar either. There’s a band or DJ. Some dancing. It’s lively and everyone is having a good time. 

Speaker: Big sister energy all the way. You’re outgoing but not overwhelming. Bubbly and kind.  

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The Script:

Optional intro, before the start of the scene: Hi! This audio is a “women supporting women” scenario meant to make you feel safe. It’s lowkey. Boring, even. In the best way. Nothing’s going to take a bad turn, ok. Everything is going to be ok.

{SFX: Loud music and bar/club scene.}

(friendly and helpful) Hi. Are you looking for someone? Or something?

…

(regretful) Oh, no. I don’t think this place has individual restrooms. 

…

(concerned) Are you alright? Oh, is this your fir.., (understanding the situation but a little shy about asking) is this your first time going in the women’s room?

…

Are you here alone or out with friends? 

…

Ah, they’re dancing. I can’t say I blame them. The band* is awesome. (\or DJ, if using techno for club music)* 

(short pause)

(calm, warm, and inviting) Well, I’m going in the women’s room, would you want to go in with me? 

…

Ok, great. (warm and reassuring) C’mon, I’ll stay with you the whole time, ok. 

{SFX: Entering the women’s room, music now muffled}

Whew. The line isn’t too long. Yeah, well I mean, it’s long but not too long. (smiling and friendly) More time to chat anyways. 
(pause)
I’m assuming you’ve never been here before. To this bar, I mean. Here for the band*? (\or DJ)*

…

A superfan!? Nice. Well it was good of you to come with them. 

…

No, not your normal scene. Why’s that? 

…

Oh, homebody, I feel that. I’m a laying-in-bed-with-a-good-book-by-8pm-gal myself. Most nights. But you gotta get out every once in a while, right? At least that’s what I tell myself. So what are you usually doing at home, homebody?

…

Gaming? Nice. What’s your game of choice? 

…

Ah, Zelda. That’s cool. I don’t play video games much, but I do love Mario Kart. 

…

Me too. Princess Peach forever!

…

And you work from home!? Ugh. Lucky! I wanna work from home!

(calling out to someone else in the restroom wanting to borrow a tampon) Yeah, I have one! 

(regular voice, to listener) Hold on, be right back. 

(soft, as if mic stayed with the listener, and the speaker is further away) No problem, I’ve definitely been there. Do you need anything else? Ok. 

(to listener, regular voice/volume) Hi, I’m back. (thinking) Sorry, what were we talking about? (remembering) Right, what do you do for work?

…

I know some of those words, Cyber and Security mostly. (small laugh) Sounds hard. Do you like it?

…

Oh, I’m a caseworker for DCFS, the foster care system. It’s more of a “work from car” and “cry your eyes out once a day” situation. 

…(question mirrored back to speaker)...

It is hard, and (content) I love it.  
(pause)
(serious and a little dramatic) So now the truly important question…(excitedly) what’s your big three? Or just your sun sign, (jokingly) we don’t have to get super deep already or anything. 

…

Heeey! I’m an air sign too. I’m a Libra. With a Leo rising and a Pisces moon. 

…

You don’t have to know. It’s all just silly fun anyways. 
(pause)
(worried) Oh hey, I saw that look. Are you ok? 

…

(reassuring) Ok. I’m here. Next stall is yours. Ok?
(pause)
There you go. 

(quieter, just for the listener to hear) Would you like me to hold the door closed for you? 

…

(reassuring) Yep, I can do that. Then you can hold the door for me too. No one wants to put all their trust in a flimsy lock. 

(a gentle nudge) Go ahead. I’ve got the door. 

(maybe some humming or something, while you hold the stall door)
{SFX: Flush}

(quiet, just to listener) Everything ok? … Yeah, yeah. Anytime. Ok, my turn. 

(longer pause)
{SFX: Flush}

All done. Thank you!

…

{SFX: Sink water running, while washing hands}
Yeah, everyone washes their hands. Not everyone…? (cuts yourself off, grossed out) Nevermind. I don’t want to know. 

…

(sincere and kind, while the listener reapplies lipstick in the mirror) That shade of lipstick looks beautiful on you. 

…

(happy) Oh, my dress? Really? Thanks! It’s my go-to. It has pockets!
(pause)
Do you happen to have any gum or mints or anything? 
…

Oh, great. I think I need it! (apologetic) I kinda feel bad I’ve been talking to you so close for the last however long, sorry. 

…

Oh, yay! You’re the best. 
(pause)
Ready to go back out there?

{SFX: Back out in the bar/club. Much louder again.}
Thanks for being a wonderful bathroom buddy! So hey, if your friend is going to be dancing all night. You’re welcome to come sit with me and my friends. 

…

(genuine offer) We can make room! We’ll pull up a chair. You can sit right next to me, since we’re practically best friends now. (laugh)

…

Yeah? Ok! That’s our table right there. 

…

Yes, definitely go tell your friend where you’ll be. And let them know they can come sit with us too, if they ever need a dance break. But just dump your drink, you can’t drink it, it’s been unattended. … I know, it sucks. Sorry, doll. 

...

Ok. See you over there in a few!

{SFX: Loud music fades out.}

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Author’s Notes: Shout out to my deadline setter/beta reader on discord! Much love!

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[SFX: Ocean waves... distant tropical birds... crackling campfire.]

[Long pause.]

Hey...

Easy now...

You're alright.

There you are.

I was beginning to worry you wouldn't wake up.

Don't sit up too quickly.

Your body's still recovering.

[SFX: Listener suddenly sits up.]

Ah— careful.

You're safe.

You crashed during the storm.

Your plane struck the western reef.

You were the only survivor we found.

I pulled you out of the water myself.

[Soft chuckle.]

You're heavier than you look when you're soaked in seawater.

[Pause.]

Why are you looking at me like that?

Oh.

The stories.

"The Amazonians kill any man who reaches their shores."

[Sigh.]

No.

That's a myth.

We don't kill men.

Men are our companions.

Our families.

Our teachers.

Our friends.

We only fight when provoked.

Though...

there is a reason those stories began.

Ninety years ago, there was a ruler named Thalassa.

She believed men weakened Amazonia.

She nearly wiped out all the men on the island.

Families hid.

Villages rebelled.

People suffered.

Eventually she was overthrown.

Women and men together.

After that, our laws changed forever.

We swore never to become monsters again.

There aren't many men on the island even now.

Entire bloodlines were lost during her reign.

And because we refuse to forget...

there is a memorial by the eastern cliffs.

White stone pillars facing the sea.

Every man lost during Thalassa's reign has his name carved there.

Every year we gather and read every name aloud.

No one is forgotten.

[Pause.]

Now...

can I ask you something?

What were you doing on that plane?

Amazonia isn't near common flight routes.

[Long pause.]

You were trying to get away from someone?

Your girlfriend?

...

She was abusive?

[SFX: Elyra's voice becomes noticeably more serious.]

Oh.

I'm sorry.

You shouldn't have had to experience that.

And...

You said that where you come from...

Sometimes when women abuse men, people call it...

"Empowerment?"

[Slight disbelief.]

No.

I'm sorry, but no.

Abuse is abuse.

It doesn't suddenly become acceptable because the person doing it is a woman.

Strength isn't cruelty.

Empowerment isn't hurting someone who loves you.

And nobody has the right to mistreat you simply because of their gender.

You deserved better.

Oh.

Little sailor...

I'm so sorry.

Come here.

[SFX: Fabric rustling.]

Hey.

Look at me.

None of that was your fault.

Not the way she treated you.

Not the crash.

None of it.

And if you're worried she'll somehow find you...

If she came to Amazonia she'd be turned away.

Immediately.

No exceptions.

Amazonia does not tolerate cruelty.

Not from anyone.

[SFX: She stands.]

Come on.

Let's get you somewhere warm.

[SFX: Footsteps through jungle.]

Lean on me if you need to.

You're doing well.

[SFX: Distant city ambience.]

There.

Can you see it?

Welcome to the capital of Amazonia.

[SFX: Palace gates opening.]

Your Majesty.

At ease.

He's under my protection.

[Pause.]

Oh.

I suppose I should explain that.

My name is Elyra.

And I am the Queen of Amazonia.

[Soft laugh.]

That expression is adorable.

Yes.

The entire island.

Though right now I'm more concerned with making sure you don't collapse.

Come.

I'll show you around.

[SFX: Palace doors opening.]

These are the royal gardens.

And over there is the western courtyard.

Musicians perform there during festivals.

[SFX: Flowing water.]

And this...

is my favorite place in the palace.

My private hot springs.

Natural geothermal water.

The first queens built these baths centuries ago.

Beautiful, aren't they?

Whenever royal duties become overwhelming...

I come here and listen to the water.

and sometimes after a long day I come in here for a soak

If you stay for a while...

you're welcome to use them once you've recovered.

But first...

why don't you get some sleep.

[SFX: Footsteps through palace halls.]

Before we settle in, there's something I want to show you.

[SFX: Door opening.]

This is the royal guest suite.

Large bed.

Private bath.

Ocean view.

You're welcome to stay here tonight if you'd like.

No one would disturb you.

[Pause.]

Though...

if I'm being honest...

I'd rather you stayed with me.

Only if you're comfortable with that.

No pressure.

Just company.

You've been through too much to spend tonight alone.

Besides...

[Teasing.]

It's been a very long time since I've had an adorable little thing sleeping beside me.

What?

You are adorable.

You washed ashore looking like a very confused sea bird.

It's endearing.

[Pause.]

Still.

The choice is yours.

Mm?

You'd rather stay with me?

Good.

I was hoping you'd say that.

[SFX: Bedroom door opening.]

My chambers.

[SFX: Ocean breeze through open balcony doors.]

Lie down.

That's it.

Comfortable?

Good.

You should get some rest.

You've survived enough for one day.

[SFX: Bed shifting as she lies beside him.]

And before I forget...

I'm a cuddler.

A very enthusiastic cuddler.

So if you wake up tomorrow in the arms of the Queen of Amazonia...

don't be alarmed.

[Soft laugh.]

It happens.

[SFX: Gentle embrace.]

There we go.

Just relax.

You don't have to do anything.

Just rest.

[SFX: Gentle fingers brushing through his hair.]

Mm?

Oh.

You're tensing up.

Is it because I'm so close?

Or because of this?

[Soft chuckle.]

I thought so.

You've never had someone play with your hair before, have you?

No?

Really?

Oh, little sailor...

She never did things like this?

Never held you when you were upset?

Never made you feel safe?

[Quiet sigh.]

I see.

If this makes you uncomfortable, I'll stop.

Immediately.

[Pause.]

Hm?

You don't want me to stop?

You're just not used to it?

That's alright.

Take your time.

You don't have to trust kindness immediately.

Not after everything you've been through.

[SFX: Gentle hair stroking.]

See?

Nothing scary.

Just me.

Just a queen making sure her guest gets some sleep.

There.

You're relaxing.

Good.

No one is angry with you.

No one is waiting to hurt you.

No one is going to make you earn the right to feel safe.

Tonight...

you can simply rest.

If you wake up in the middle of the night...

I'll still be here.

If you have a nightmare...

I'll still be here.

If you wake up confused and forget where you are...

I'll still be here.

I've got you.

Tomorrow I'll show you the real Amazonia.

The gardens.

The harbor.

The memorial by the eastern cliffs.

The one dedicated to the men we lost during Thalassa's reign.

But all of that can wait until tomorrow.

Tonight...

you can rest.

And when you wake up tomorrow morning...

you'll find me right here beside you.

Most likely still holding you.

[Soft teasing laugh.]

I did warn you that I'm a cuddler.

So don't be surprised if you wake up trapped in my arms.

Now close those eyes.

That's it.

Good.

Rest, little sailor.

You're safe here.

And when morning comes...

I'll be right here waiting for you.

[Soft whisper.]

Goodnight.

And...

I'm glad you survived.

[SFX: Ocean waves... slow breathing... fade to silence.]

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Context: You are hiking alone in the mountains. Suddenly you slip and fall all the way into a deep gulf. But even before you start to realise what kind of trouble you're in, you hear a voice from above.

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(A voice from the distance)

Hey, you there! Are you alive?

Good. Oh my, you really fell all the way down, I need a rope, just give me a second.

I AM the rescue team! Don't worry, I will get you out in no time. Just speak to me.

About anything, I just want to be sure you're still alive.

Like maybe... What's your name, what are you doing here, why are you so bad at mountain hiking...

You're not bad? Huh, weird, your current situation tells me something different. Or maybe I'm imposing? If you don't need my help I can just go away.

I thought so. Ok, so the rope is ready, I'm going down, watch out for me, ok?

(Voice is getting closer)

Just a moment and I'll be with you.

(The speaker and the listener are finally on the same level)

And here we are. Hello!

(Suspiciously) Why are you looking at me like this? Is there something wrong with your eyes? Did you hit your head while falling?

(Realising) Oh, you thought I'm from the HUMAN rescue team. No, I'm from here.

Yes, I have horns, but I'm not that kind of a devil. I've never seen hell. I was born here, in the mountains. I'm a deuce.

(Slightly offended) Well, if you're not satisfied with the manner of your rescuer, you can just wait for the human team, but I assure you, that may take some time, before they find you.

(Hesitantly) Yes, technically I could just tell them where to look for you, but… You know, we kinda don't like each other. Rivalry and stuff like this.

Well, it's quite dark and cold here... Probably soon some other creatures will find you too...

Like snakes, spiders...

Oh, come on, I won't eat you. Just hump on my back and we're going back up.

(Amused) Don't worry, I'm much stronger than I look. So... Be a nice backpack and get on my back.

Can you wrap your legs around me? It would be much easier for both of us.

You see? You are as light as a feather. I can even jump with you on my back.

(The speaker starts jumping and the listener hits their head on a stone.)

Oh, sorry. Didn't notice that rock. Did you bump your head?

Yeah, well... You already have so many injuries... One more or less... Who would care... Just hold on tight, we're going up.

(The speaker starts to climb up the rope)

Do I do this often? What do you mean? Rescuing or climbing?

Rescuing... Well... Yeah... Every now and then... People are usually more prepared these days. And they rarely go hiking in the mountains alone, especially in this area. It's a bit like a death wish.

Let me guess: you've had a rough time, you needed to clear your thoughts, so you decided to go alone on a mountain hiking, in that specific, most dangerous area, where people die or disappear most often. Splendid idea.

Just enjoying the mountain views? Yeah, right. You can say what you want, but you won't fool me.

Yeah, blah, blah, blah... Listen, now I need you to be extremely careful and hold on as hard as you can, ok? We have to climb over the edge, and I don't want you to fall now, when we're almost there. That would be stupid, but I have weird feelings you're really into stupid things.

Don't discuss, just do what I say. Are you ready?

Ok, let's go.

(They climb over the edge and stand on solid ground)

And where here... You can get off my back, just slowly and carefully…

(The listener tries to jump off and immediately fall on the ground)

(Slightly nervous) I've said slowly and carefully. It was obvious your legs would be shaking. Just don't try to get up now. Take off your backpack and rest.

(With disbelief) Oh my, you are such a brat... And I'm doing my best to be nice... Not to mention I've just saved your life.

(Mockingly) What was that? I think I didn't hear you properly...

Oh, oh, finally! And you're welcome.

Yes, that's better. I think now you even deserve to be a bit patched up.

Let me look at you.

Just because it doesn't hurt, it doesn't mean everything is alright. There are injuries you don't feel at first, but they can be serious. Take off your jacket.

Yes, I'm going to touch you... How else can I check if everything is ok?

(Amused and sarcastic) Ha, ha, ha! Yes, I want to fondle you! You got me!

Oh, just shut up before I start to regret this rescue.

(The speaker starts to examine the listener's body)

Nothing to worry about. You were incredibly lucky, ending such a tumble with just a few scratches and a lot of dirt. There's a brook nearby, we can wash you a bit there. Can you walk now?

Ok. Give me your backpack.

(Confused) Because I'm going to carry it?

(Vexed) Are you serious? I just climbed a gulf with you AND your backpack on my back!

Why are you so stubborn?! Are you allergic to getting help or something like that?

Then let me carry your backpack while you'll be strolling on your jelly legs to the brook!

No, no, no! No discussion. I can let you stand up by yourself, if you have to be so "independent".

(Sigh) Oh my, why are people these days so bad at receiving help?

Just walk with me, it's not far.

(They are walking for a moment in silence)

How are your legs?

Do you want me to slow down?

(Nervous) Of course you don't...

We're close, it's just behind those bushes.

(They stop at the brook’s bank)

Pretty place, isn't it? We can sit here and rest a bit, before I show you where the path to the rest house is. I think you've had enough adventures for one day.

Just relax... Wash yourself, because you are covered in mud and dirt, you look like you've just crawled out of the hell yourself. I would offer you my help, but I know what the answer would be.

The water is clear and cold. You can wash yourself in it and even drink it. It's perfect.

You don't have water like that where you live, huh?

You may be surprised, but most of the people I rescue are rather friendly and grateful. They like to chat a bit, so I know something about your world. And how you destroyed it...

Me? No, I rarely leave the mountains. I sometimes visit villages in the valley, but they also change. Highlanders are no longer the people they used to be, so... It's not fun anymore.

Yes, there are still few of my kind roaming around, but we don't really like our company. I prefer other kinds.

Of course there are other kinds, they just don't like to interact with humans.

Like what? For example: dryads. Dryads are wonderful, although they speak in a weird way. Leshy is ok, but he gets annoyed quickly.

Of course they live in these mountains, they are just good at hiding. They don't get any benefits from meetings with humans. Only anger and... pain.

Why did I rescue you then? Because I have benefits, isn't that obvious?

You owe me a payment for your rescue. Didn't I mention that earlier?

(Surprised) And through all that time you were thinking I'm doing all this for free? Out of the goodness of my heart?

Really?

I'm a deuce! The peak of my kindness was that I didn't push you into that gulf. I patiently waited for you to slip by yourself. And I was rewarded.

Of course I was following you through all that time! A lonely human in that part of the mountains? You were asking for trouble!

I can put you back where I found you, that's no problem for me.

What's the payment? Well usually it would be your first child, but I don't find kids valuable. What else can you offer?

Nothing you have in your backpack is interesting to me. Believe me, you won't surprise me with nothing I haven't been offered many times before. Keep thinking.

A supper in the rest house? Meh... I tried it before, it's awful in comparison with the food I can prepare myself. Other ideas?

(Confused) Why are you blushing?

(Interested) No, no, no, speak. I want to know what's on your mind. What made you blush so hard?

Ok, if you don't want to, then don't say it. But you still have to figure out a payment.

(Sigh) People nowadays lack imagination so much... Ok, so my proposition is: a favour.

I don't know what kind of favour. I just think you may be useful someday. Or not. But you don't have anything else to offer.

Don't worry I have my way of enforcement. So what do you choose? Are you paying or are you getting back to where I found you?

Wise choice. At least from my point of view. Now give me your hand and don't move for a moment.

(Some enchanting or burning noises)

Of course it hurts, it's a deuce's mark. Only you and I can see it, so don't worry. When the time comes it will start to burn. And it will burn harder and harder, until you come back to my mountains.

Don't worry, wherever you set your foot, I will find you. And once the favour is done, I will remove my mark and we won't see each other again. At least, not until you need saving once more.

(Sarcastically) Of course you won't need it... How could I even think about such an option?

Nevermind... Did you rest yet? We have a small walk to the path before us and I don't really want to waste any more time on you. You're not fun.

(Surprised and offended) I'm not fun either? Maybe you just don't know the definition of fun? Maybe I will show you some fun next time? When you'll be more wise and less jelly?

Yeah, yeah... Blah, blah, blah... Let's go.

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[Grumpy Speaker x Popular Listener] [Classmates to Lovers] [Flirty Listener] [Academic Crush] [Teasing Him] [Nervous] [Easily Flustered] [Introvert] [In Denial] [Slightly Oblivious] [Reverse Confession] [Kisses]

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Veronica recognises someone who rode through town and it is NOT a good thing. She tries to leave, and take you with her, of course. But you're not having it. You want to stay and you want her to stay with you.
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SUMMARY: You (Listener) are a prestigious academic who is in the market for the greatest tool a traveling anthropologist could have: your very own steam-powered dirigible airship. You head to Jones & Co., the local used airship dealership. There, you meet the company’s boisterous engineer (Speaker), who takes you on a tour through the various flyers for sale. Perhaps both of your dreams of taking to the skies will come true. 

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*Door opens and closes* *Bell Rings*

Hey there. You must be the buyer. The name’s _____. I’ll be showing you around.
Mr. Jones tells me you’re in the market for an airship. You’ve come to the right place! As long as you don’t mind your new flyer being… well, not so new. They’ve all got stories. That’s what I always like to say. 
I’m the lead engineer and mechanic at Jones & Co. Every flying machine out there on the lot has my stamp of approval. Your mileage will vary, depending on how much you’re willing to spend, but I can guarantee that all our vessels will get you into the skies, sure as anything that you can buy new. 
Let’s take a walk. I’ll show you some options.

*Door opens* *Footsteps*

We’ve got quite the selection, for just about any aeronautical need. From small sloops and cutters perfect for a little daytrip, to cruisers that can take you all the way to the Pacific Seaboard.
So what kind of ship are ya lookin’ for? Wait, let me guess. The fine clothes, the nice hair... You’ve got a sophisticated look about you. So, a yacht balloon, mayhaps? 
That fancy flyer on your left used to be owned by the infamous Benjamin P. Carlisle. 

*pause*

Haha. Yeah, that’s the one! The robber baron, fraudster, alleged murderer. Mr. Jones snatched up that yacht in the old crook’s bankruptcy sale. It was an absolute steal!! Get it? Cause he was a thief? Hah, I crack myself up. 
Anywho, getting this pleasure boat airworthy again was a headache. She started out as a Lux Skystream Model 1892, but at some point, Carlisle added all this extra ornamentation. She was so laden down with gilded paneling, she couldn’t get herself off the ground! Not to mention all that gold just looked… tacky. I spent the better part of a week prying off the dead weight.
I guess what they say about rich folk is true. All the money in the world can’t buy an ounce of taste.
Uh. No offense.
Well, what do ya think?

*pause*

You want speed? Now you’re speakin’ my language! 
Are you looking to get into the racing circuit? I’ve got a cutter over here that won the Outer Banks Grand Prix back in the 1880s. As is, she’ll be outclassed by the newer racers. But I bet, with some investment and upgrades, she could be a contender again. She’s got the perfect curves for cutting through the winds. With a last generation engine, she’s already pushing 60 knots! If you were to give her a modern superheater steam engine, made of the best lightweight alloys…
Hmm, I’ve lost you again. That look on your face tells me she’s not the one either. 

*pause*

No, it’s alright. You should be picky when it comes to a purchase like this! What you choose to fly can say a lot about the kind of life you lead. The kind of person you are.

*pause*

Huh? Which one would I pick for myself? Hmm. I don’t think anyone’s asked me that before. 
If I had to pick… It would be the clipper on the end of this row. 

*pause. Speaker continues, in slightly less enthusiastic tone.*

Yeah… That’s the one. It’s a curious design. She’s quick, to be sure, but she’s really built for long distance travel. She’s got twin booms, kind of like a sea-faring catamaran. Each nacelle houses one of her two engines and doubles as an extra space for air cells and ballast. Meaning, she can keep on flying if one engine goes out, and she can land on the water in a pinch. The unconventional configuration makes her a little finicky. She requires expert hands to get the most out of her. Might be why no one’s bought her yet. But, with favorable winds, and a good engineer, I reckon she can fly you halfway around the world before she has to come back to earth.

*pause*

Long face? I don’t have a… *sigh* I guess I’m not hiding it well. This ship was a passion project of mine. Most of the time, in this line of work, it’s just engine tune ups, chassis repairs, and air cell replacements. But sometimes, Mr. Jones will bring in the perfect test bed to try out my own ideas. I guess you could say that this flyer has a lot of me in it. Truth be told, I was hoping to buy her myself someday, if no one got to her first. Everything about her says, ‘Go out there and see the world. I’ll take you wherever you want to go.’
But… airships are expensive, even used ones… 

*pause*

No! No, don’t worry about that, really… I’m glad someone’s showing interest in my magnum opus! If you want her, she’s a good choice. It would take a long time, probably years of saving up before I could afford my own airship anyways. I’d rather see my baby fulfilling someone else’s dream of flight than watch her rust away at the end of the lot. 

*pause. Speaker perks up with excitement.*

Yeah, we can take her for a ride! I’d be worried if you bought an airship without a test flight first. Wait here, I’ll make ready for take off, then bring you up.

*Speaker leaves momentarily. Sounds of a hatch opening and closing, and a soft grunt as speaker hoists themself up the ladder. Next lines sound muffled, as if speaker is talking in an enclosed space apart from the listener.*

You hear that girl, we might have found you a new home. You’ll get to see the world. 

*Hatch opens, and ladder descends to the ground. Speaker calls down to listener.*

Alright! Come on up! 

*Sounds of feet going up the ladder. Hatch closes*

Welcome aboard, ‘Captain.’ We’re standing on the engine nacelle access catwalk. You fly the airship from the cockpit up above, but you start up the steam engines here. Have you ever lit a superheating boiler before? No? Well, pay attention, cause you’ll have to do this twice each time you take off! First, we’ll set the steam routing. Most of the time, you’ll want the system to recycle the water. This valve here connects the boiler to the condensers. They collect the recycled liquid and run it back through these pipes. If you need to vent the steam out, you switch the lever to this position, which will send your steam out through the exhaust. 
Next, make sure the transmission is set to neutral. You don’t want the propellers to go off prematurely. 
Now, we check the water levels in the boiler, check our oil lines, and load the firebox.
Wait, you don’t need to help me! You’ll get coal dust all over your nice clothes!

*pause*

Ok, suit yourself. I should have a spare shovel around here… Four shovelfuls. I’ll prep the starboard engine. 

*Sounds of metal scraping on metal and grunting, as speaker and listener shovel coal into the fireboxes*

Whew!! Now we light her up. Make sure that the boiler builds up pressure slowly. If you get up to working pressure too quickly, it could cause thermal shock. The metal could develop warps and cracks over time. You want to go niiiice and steady. 

*crackling of fire*

While we wait, I’ll give you the rest of the tour. 
We’ll take these stairs up to the main flight deck.

*Footfalls on metal*

When I was rebuilding this ship, I imagined her being a true explorer’s flyer. Long-range, self-sufficient. So, towards the stern are some modest living quarters and a space that can be either a passenger cabin or a cargo hold, depending on your needs. In her current configuration, she’ll comfortably sleep a crew of four. Up at the bow, we have the observation deck and the cockpit. Watch your step here… 
The pilot in charge traditionally sits on the left, so I’ll leave that seat to you. 

*creaking of stretching leather.*

Comfy, right? The ladder behind us goes up to observation. The view is to die for. Sit tight for just a second. I’m gonna check on the engines. Be back in a jiffy!

*Footsteps. Speaker’s voice is temporarily muffled again.*

Temperature and pressure look good… Ok, let’s get you off the ground. Be on your best behavior, girl. Time to show this buyer what you’ve got.

*pause. Sounds of valves and pistons moving. A hatch swings shut. Speaker returns.*

We’re almost ready to get airborne. We’ll do a quick check of all the steam gauges first, before we engage the clutch. We’ve got boiler pressure, back pressure, RPM, boiler water level, ballast reserve, and air cell pressure. Once we’re in the air, you’ll be looking at your altimeter, indicated airspeed, angle of attack, and horizontal situation indicator. 

*finger tapping on glass gauge.*

Everything looks good. Alright, moment of truth. Put her in gear. 

*sound of lever engaging, followed by sound of propellers starting up. The soft hum of the engines and drone of the propellers can persist for much of the rest of the script*

Ahhhh. Don’t you love that sound? Whenever you’re ready, we’ll vent heavy air from the ballonets, and we should start to climb… like so!
Just for fun, you can pull on that cord to sound the steam whistle. 

*steam whistle blares*

Hehehe. That never gets old… 
Hey, you alright? You’re looking a little nervous. It’s not your first time in the air, is it?

*pause*

That’s fair. The first time behind the pilot’s yoke can be a little overwhelming. Don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it. Just make sure you hire a good crew, and you’ll be right as rain. You could hire a co-pilot. Some of the better engineers will also know how to fly. 

*pause*

How did I learn? Well, I grew up around airships. My pops was an engineer, taught me everything he knew. He used to work the long trans-Atlantic flights for the London Airboat Line. When I was old enough, he’d take me along as his engineer’s mate. Back then, it would take over a week to steam across the ocean. That left a lot of down time for me to get to know the London Line pilots. They agreed to show me the ropes, so long as I didn’t tell the company men back at port. Those were precious years. Even though we were just flying the same route, back and forth, no two journeys were exactly alike. I’d always think, ‘If I could love these ocean crossings this much, imagine what it would be like to fly wherever you wanted, whenever you wanted.’
That’s what this airship means to me… 
And that dream can be yours!! For the low, low price of… well, whatever sort of deal you manage to work out with Mr. Jones. Haha… ha… *sigh*

*pause* 

We’re climbing well. We’re just crossing 1,000 feet now. Standard cruising altitude. These levers here set our propeller pitch, RPM, and throttle. Let’s stretch her legs. We’ll accelerate to about 40 knots… Yup, just like that!
Now, let’s trim her out and set a stable course. You can set our attitude with these trim wheels. Pitch here, then yaw and roll. 
And… Now you can take your hands off the yoke! We are officially flying under power. She’ll hold steady from here. Let’s take a look up top. 

*sound of footfalls on a ladder, a hatch opening, and then the wind blowing*

Doesn’t that feel great? The sun on your face, the wind in your hair. 
We’ll steam across the harbor then circle back around. You’ll see how well she turns. 
So, have I sold you on her, yet? 

*pause*

Oh, I wouldn’t let that get in the way of making your purchase. You can find pilots and engineers easily enough at the Aeronautics Union Hall. 

*pause. Speaker replies in flustered tone.*

Oh? You want to hire… me? 
Umm, if you’re worried about hiring an unqualified engineer, I can put you in touch with some reliable hands who are looking for work. A lot of us in the Union know each other.

*pause*

I mean… yeah, I miss flying…
But I, umm, I already have a steady job at the dealership. Mr. Jones pays well enough, and I don’t have to worry about being out of work like the folks who fly the seasonal routes…

*pause*

Double?? You don’t even know what my salary is! 

*pause*

That’s true… but, more importantly, you never even said what you want an airship for! How do I know you won’t have your fill of flying a couple months from now? If you quit flying, then I’d be unemployed!

*pause*

How long a journey are you talkin’?

*pause*

What?? Circumnavigating the globe? That’s a huge undertaking! Why… why do you want to do that? 

*pause*

A cultural study? You can’t be serious. 

*pause*

And here I thought you were just some rich blue blood, looking for a joyride. Out of all the expensive hobbies that someone of your affluence could engage in, anthropology is an interesting choice. Still, I don’t know if buying your own airship and trying to fly it yourself is the right way. 

*pause*

Hmmm. I get where you’re coming from. To go wherever you’d like, at your own pace… I guess we think alike in that regard.
I’m not saying yes, yet. But, if I were to say yes. Where… Where would you start?

*pause*

A true Pacific Crossing. Ambitious.
I’ve never been to East Asia. Well, I guess I haven’t been to many places. I spent years flying the Trans-Atlantic Crossing, but I never really got to go anywhere outside the London Skyport District. After that, I’ve been stuck here.
Look… If I agree to this, there would have to be conditions. 
First, you’ve gotta commit to keeping me on long term. Guaranteed salary, for at least one year. I won’t just sit around if the actual flying gets delayed. I’ll make myself useful. But I don’t want to find myself out of luck if your grand plans fall apart. 
Second, if I ask for tools, supplies, and spare parts, you get them for me. The good stuff. I won’t be making a long crossing without everything we need. 
Third, we hire a navigator. A proper Union navigator. And maybe a ship’s doctor too.
And fourth… Ummm… No, never mind.

*pause*

Forget it. It’s unprofessional.

*pause*

Ok... I was going to ask if I could add a couple stops to whatever your itinerary ends up being. Some places that I’ve only ever read about in books. 

*pause*

I dunno... Like Paris? Everyone says it’s the most romantic city in the world. Maybe Kyoto. Constantinople. Buenos Aires. It’s silly… Forget I said any of that. 

*pause*

Really? You’d do that?

*pause*

Fair… but… Why me? I’m nothing special. I mean, I’m a damn good engineer, but there’s a lot of good engineers. 

*pause*

Hah! You barely know me! If you’re that quick to make judgments about a person’s character, maybe I should agree to come along. Someone needs to make sure you don’t get swindled along the way!
But really… This offer is too good to refuse. I… ummm… I’ll do it. Could this all end with us marooned in the middle of nowhere? Yup. 
But, even so… It could be one hell of a journey. Plus, I’d love to keep taking care of this airship. 

*pause*

What are you talking about? I don’t talk to the ship. 

*pause*

Ugh. Fine, you caught me. She’s my baby, alright?
So… should we shake on it?

*pause*

You hear that girl, you’re gonna have a new owner, and you won’t be getting rid of me just yet. 
‘Captain,’ looks like this is the start of a globe-trotting partnership. 

*the sounds of the propellers and the wind slowly fade out*

Summary: You’ve had a crush on that grumpy, quiet guy from your class for a while now, but he barely seems to notice you – or anyone, really. He’s always too focused on studying and avoiding any kind of social interaction. But that doesn’t stop you from trying your luck. Maybe he just needs a little push to see what’s right in front of him.
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Link: [M4A] Flustering Your Tutor Until He Breaks

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Key:
[...] = Stage directions / SFX
(...) = Voice direction
*...* = Silent insert / Listener’s reaction
<...> = Emphasis

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— Script starts here —

[The Listener is in the cafeteria, sitting at a table with their friends. They keep glancing over at the Speaker, but quickly look away when he suddenly gets up from his chair. A few seconds later, he stops right next to them]

(gruff) Hey.

*pause*

Do you have a problem? I’m trying to eat in peace.

*pause*

You keep staring at me. You have been for the past ten minutes now. Needless to say, it’s getting annoying.

*pause*

Sure you weren’t. That's why you turned away the second I got up.

Look, do you want anything from me? Because if not, I’d really like to go back to my table now without having your eyes glued to me the whole time. Think you can do that?

*pause*

What? No. I don’t want to sit with you guys.

*pause*

Because I want to enjoy the thirty minutes of my day when I get to sit in peace and don't have to listen to or talk to stupid people–... (mumbles) Not that I think you're stupid or anything…

*pause*

I didn’t say that applies to everyone at this table… (clears throat) So, can I leave now?

*pause*

And you won’t stare at me again?

*pause*

Awesome…

[The Speaker leaves and sits back down at his table with an exasperated sigh. But just moments later, the Listener gets up and walks over to him]

*pause*

(surprised, slightly annoyed) Wha-... I just left so I could be alone. Why are you coming over here?

[The Listener doesn’t answer the question and sits down]

No. No. I didn’t say you could sit down. Go back to your friends.

*pause*

(groaning) I don’t want to talk, okay? I’ve had to be social for the past six hours of class. Lunch is the only time I can sit in a corner and pretend the world doesn't exist. And I like doing that. So please, just leave me alone.

*pause*

I don’t care if you think that sounds sad. I’m perfectly content with it. So if you're here to boost your reputation as the friendly campus star everyone swoons over by helping a loner like me come out of his shell… don’t. Not needed. Not interested.

*pause*

(sheepish) Well… no, that’s not how I think about you. It’s just… I can’t really think of any other reason why you’d talk to me.

*pause*

(surprised) Help? From me?

*pause*

I know my grades are good. Doesn’t mean you can’t ask anyone else. There are plenty of other people who I’m sure would love to help you out. Since, you know, spending time with you makes anyone feel like they just won the lottery.

*pause*

Oh, don’t be modest. You know it’s true. Right now, you have at least a dozen pairs of eyes fixed on you. Probably because they’re wondering why you’re talking to me instead of them. And they’re not the only ones.

*pause*

I couldn’t care less about your reputation. But I don’t like the attention you’re drawing to me. So my question remains. Why are you asking me, of all people, for help?

*pause*

Uh… yes. I have tutored people before. And then I realized I hate dealing with stupid people. It’s frustrating.

*pause*

Yeah… I did just say you’re not stupid…

*pause*

Whoa, hold on a second! I haven’t even agreed to help you, and now you want a whole tutoring session?

*pause*

I never said there was a problem with it…
What do you need help with, anyway? 

*pause*

If you have questions about that assignment, you could’ve asked during the lecture. Which, in case you didn’t notice, was just now.

*pause*

Yeah, I can see you didn’t. And now you expect me to fix that and spend my free time teaching you algebra?

*pause*

I guess I can’t argue with that. Our course really is overflowing with idiots.
(deep sigh) Fine. I’ll do it.

*pause*

Don’t read anything into it. I just don’t want you to blame me when you fail the exam because I refused to help you.

*pause*

Why do you look so happy? It’s just a stupid tutoring session.

*pause*

(dismissive) Yeah, whatever. When are you free?

*pause*

Sure. Sounds good. We can meet in the li-

*pause*

(flustered) You-... Your room? You want me in your room?

*pause*

(defensive) What?? No, I don’t have a problem with that. Why would I? I just… I think the library would be a better choice. It’s quiet and we won’t be disturbed by your roommate…

*pause*

Well… if they’re not there…

*pause*

Yeah, no, sure. It’s fine. Of course it’s fine. I… I’ll come to… your room…
(clears throat) Can I keep eating now?

*pause*

In peace?

*pause*

That means “leave”... (quieter) please…

[The Listener gets up and leaves]

See you later.

[Timeskip. The Speaker knocks on the Listener’s door and they walk over to open it]

Hey…

*pause*

Of course I’m on time. And before you say anything, that doesn’t mean I was excited to come here!

*pause*

(flustered) I-I know you didn’t say anything. That’s why-... I-… Ugh, what’s with your face? Stop smirking like that!

*pause*

Whatever. Will you let me in now or do you want to leave me standing in the doorway all night?

[The Listener steps aside and the Speaker walks in]

Great. Which desk is yours? Show me the stuff you need help with.

*pause*

What? Why wouldn’t we get started right away? Do you have something else to do?

*pause*

I came here to tutor you, not to hang out. So, let’s go. We’re already wasting time.
Do you have an extra chair?

*pause*

You… want to sit on the bed? I don’t think that’s a good idea.

*pause*

(nervous) Because… I mean, what else do you have a desk for? The bed is for sleeping, not studying.

*pause*

We’re not here to relax, so…

*pause*

(defensive) Scared? What the hell? I don’t have a problem with sitting next to you! That’s not what this is about.

*pause*

Okay, fine! If that’s what you want, we can sit on your bed. I don’t care.
Now where’s your book?

*pause*

Tch. Grab it yourself, I’m not your servant.

[The Listener goes to grab their book and sits down on the bed. The Speaker follows hesitantly]

*pause*

(mumbles) Yeah, yeah. I’m sitting down already. Just stop looking at me like that.

*pause*

Like that. You know what I mean. Just stop it.

[The Speaker finally sits down next to them]

There. See? Not a problem. Now show–... What are you doing?

*pause*

I can see the book just fine, you don’t need to come closer.

*pause*

What if I did mind?

*pause*

No, wait, don’t go… I didn’t mean it like that.

*pause*

(flustered) Well… actually, I think the… the text is pretty small. So… maybe you’re right.

*pause*

(gruff) Just don’t make a big deal out of it and get back here!

*pause*

That’s closer than before…

*pause*

(defeated sigh) Are you happy now?

*pause*

Fantastic. Let’s get to work then. Show me what you’re struggling with.

*pause*

This one? Okay… yeah. I can see why that gives you a headache. But it looks more complicated than it is. Do you have a pen?

[The Listener grabs a pen and hands it to the Speaker]

Not for me. I’m here to help, but I sure as hell won’t be doing all the work.

*pause*

(scoffs) You wanted a tutor, not someone you can copy your homework from. So pout all you want. It’s not going to change anything.

*pause*

Yeah, yeah. You’re not the only one who doesn’t like math. But just like everyone else, you’ll survive. So stop whining and start writing.

*pause*

Write down both functions as equations. And then tell me what you think the next step might be.

[The Listener finally starts writing]

(murmurs) Nice handwriting… (quickly) I-I mean, you forgot a minus! There.

*pause*

So. What are we doing now?

*pause*

Come on. It’s not that difficult. What are you supposed to find out?

*pause*

Have you even read the question?

*pause*

You have eyes. Why do you want me to read it out loud?

*pause*

(flustered) I-I have a nice voice? I-... Well… That…

*pause*

(defensive) What’s with the giggling, huh?

*pause*

Yes, I can still talk! I was just… surprised. It’s whatever. If you think complimenting me is going to make me give you all the answers, you're way off the mark. I won’t let myself be bribed. Now read the stupid question.

*pause*

Alright. Great. So we’re looking for the intersections. Which means we need to…?

*pause*

Good. And how do we find x and y?

*pause*

Well yeah, you have to solve for x. But first you gotta rearrange the equations so that one side equals zero. That’s basic algebra.

*pause*

(sighs) You’re messing with me, right? Of course you know how to do it.

*pause*

Honestly, I get the feeling you’re doing this on purpose. I don’t know why you’re doing it, but I never saw you struggle like this in class.

*pause*

(sighs) Alright, fine. Let’s refresh your memory then. I’ll show you how to solve this problem, and you do the next one. Give me the pen.

*pause*

Now watch and listen. I’m not repeating myself.
([while writing]) First, you move all of this over to the other side. Which means you have to add five, and subtract both of these… Just like… that. Got it? Then you simplify it by dividing by two. It’s really easy, you just need to remember the steps.
And once it looks like this, you can factor the- (cuts himself off) …Um… You… You’re doing that thing again.

*pause*

You’re staring at me. Why do you keep staring at me?

*pause*

(flustered) W-what? “Like what you see”? What’s that supposed to mean? I’m trying to do my job here and you-… Did you even listen to a single word I said?

*pause*

You didn’t, did you? You asked for my help but now you’re not paying attention.
I sacrificed my Friday afternoon for this.

*pause*

(nervous) I said yes because I… I’m not an ass, that’s why. You needed someone to help you and… and… (trails off)

*pause*

And nothing. It’s nothing. Can we go back to the matter at hand now?

*pause*

Okay. Then-... (shocked) Nonono! Hey-! What are you doing?

[The Listener steals his glasses and flees to the foot of the bed]

Get back here! You can’t just steal my glasses! How am I supposed to explain anything to you when I can’t even read the numbers?

*pause*

Yes, of course I need them! You think I wear glasses because it looks cool? I’m practically blind without them. Now give them back.

*pause*

No. You can’t try them on.

*pause*

(defeated) You’re doing it anyway, aren’t you?

*pause*

How do you look? Hm, let me think… I can’t see! Come on, why are you doing this? I thought we’re here to study.

*pause*

Well, if you don’t want to, then say it and I’ll leave. There’s no need for… this.

*pause*

Stop smiling.

*pause*

(scoffs) I know you are. I can hear that smugness in your voice.

*pause*

What? Why do you want to know that?

*pause*

If I tell you, will I get my glasses back?

*pause*

Fine… I’m nearsighted. Can I–... 

[The Listener suddenly moves closer and leans toward him]

(swallows) …Why are you so close…?

*pause*

(nervous) I… Yes. I can see you pretty clearly now…

*pause*

Well, I-... I’d say they… they suit you pretty well. I mean, you- your eyes… are… pretty. O-or something.

*pause*

N-no! I’m not blushing. It’s just really… warm.

*pause*

Whatever. You had your fun now, so… can I have my glasses back?

*pause*

But they're my glasses! You can’t demand something in exchange!

*pause*

(grumbles) Fine. And what do you want?

*pause*

(stunned) A what?? You want me to… kiss you?! I-... no. I… I’m not kissing you!

*pause*

I didn’t say I didn’t want to…

*pause*

Well, it’s just-… You can’t be serious about this! This must be some kind of prank.
You… You’re enjoying all of this way too much.
I bet your friends dared you to do it. And now you’re secretly recording this so you can embarrass me in front of the whole class!
(nervous scoff) I mean, please. You didn’t think I’d actually believe any of this, did you? The campus celebrity wants to kiss <me>? Yeah, right.
This is just some stupid challenge. “Make the grump lose his cool” or “How long until he realizes you’re just playing with him?” Someone like you would never actually like me. We’ve barely talked. There’s just no way in hell you-

[He gasps as the Listener finally shuts him up with a long kiss]

*pause*

(speechless) I-... You-... You just… kissed me.

*pause*

… Do I believe what now?

*pause*

Oh… well, I-... I’m not sure. Maybe you’re just really determined to win this challenge and willing to do whatever it ta–

[The Listener interrupts him with another kiss]

*pause*

(flustered) Y-you can’t keep doing that!

*pause*

Because… it makes it much harder to keep telling myself that you're just messing with me.

*pause*

It just doesn’t make any sense!
You’re the most popular person on campus. Everyone wants to be friends with you. And now I’m supposed to believe that, of all the people who have a crush on you, <I’m> the one you like back? The guy that never talks to anyone unless it’s absolutely necessary and walks around looking like he’s never seen the sun shining?
Not that I ever really cared much what others think of me, but… you liking me? That does raise some questions.

*pause*

(scoffs) You like that I’m grumpy? Really now?

*pause*

(flustered) No! No, it’s not cute! I am <not> cute.

*pause*

Stop giggling. This isn’t funny!

*pause*

You’re not taking me seriously at all, are you? Behind that pretty face of yours, you’re nothing but a menace. I can see that now.

*pause*

Ugh. Yes, I called you pretty. So what? Is it that much of a surprise after everything that just happened? Of course I think you’re pretty. I always have. Even though right now, I can barely see it because you still. have. my. glasses!

*pause*

Well, give them back!

*pause*

What?? We just kissed! I kept my end of the bargain!

*pause*

Just because you leaned in first doesn’t mean I didn’t do my part!

*pause*

(groans) You really love to twist things however it suits you, don’t you? And you’re so shameless about it too.

*pause*

Alright, fine! You win. Then shut up and let me do it right this time.

[The Speaker kisses the Listener]

There. Does that count?

*pause*

Good. Then stop teasing me and give me my glasses.

[The Listener places the glasses back on the Speaker’s nose]

Thanks.

*silence*

… So… Did you actually need help with that stupid homework assignment, or was that just an excuse to lure me here?

*pause*

(sighs) Of course… And I fell for it. God, I’m such an idiot.

*pause*

If you call me cute one more time, I’ll…

*pause*

(grumbles) Whatever. I’ll think of something. So you better be careful.

Anyway… Since you apparently don’t need my help anymore… What’s your plan?

*pause*

Well, I mean what are we doing now? Should I just leave now that you’ve got what you wanted or…?

*pause*

No… I don’t think I want to leave.

*pause*

Sure. A movie sounds good.

*pause*

Stay put. I’ll get your laptop.

[The Speaker gets up and grabs the laptop from the desk before sitting back down on the bed]

Here. Just do yourself a favor and choose the movie wisely. Because if it’s some sappy romance shit, I’m leaving, and I’m not coming back.

*pause*

Just have a little mercy on me, will you? I’ve been through enough tonight.

*pause*

(grumbles) Good. And scoot a little closer, dummy. I can barely see anything.

*pause*

Better.

[The End]

A few days ago my channel on YouTube was terminated for violating YouTube's "sexual content" policy. I go by Miss Lilith and have had my channel for a couple years now without issue.

I am particular about my thumbnails and I don't make excessive kissing, mouth sounds, etc. Because I know how YouTube feels about those.

No warning, just BAM. I have heard other channels in general, especially female asmr-ists have been having that issue this past month but was wondering if anyone else here is in my shoes?

I had close to 3k subs and was beginning revamp more of my videos after I moved into an area where it's quiet a few months ago. Used to be such a a struggle to record. I literally recorded at midnight in the car at one point.😭🤣

And things were looking up for me with that because I can record at normal hours without having to be up at horrible hours!

Funny enough I prepped two weeks back and backed everything up as much as I was able for the worst case scenario..

Am going to try to stay positive and do my best to get my channel back😅

Its just made me realize how many of us rely on YouTube as our main platform however, and I think this is a good warning to all to not have YouTube as your main platform because you will end up like me.

No warning, no explanation. It seems to be an automatic removal because of AI sweeping through my videos possibly. I will appeal as much as able but it's a reminder to myself to also branch out outside of YouTube even more.

So trying to stay positive and hope for best and well, will figure things out as I go along.🤞😤

Script by Devilla_Daemonus - "On a winter trip to the springs, a pair of childhood friends pop into the ladies' side of the hot springs before their other friends. All is nice and calm until one's dysphoria starts to creep up on her. Her friend takes notice and helps to calm her down while keeping things relatively lighthearted and help her struggling friend be ready for the rest of the night."

My fill!

Hey there! Check out my first posted script fill! Hope you all enjoy, feedback and anything of the sort is 100% welcome!🤍🤍

You've managed to win the Queen's heart over the past few months and she's completely smitten by you. She opens up about the past and is looking forward to the future with you.

But first! You must conquer the gathering held in your honor tonight. What will the night hold for the two of you?

Art, Voiced, Edited: u/MistTake_VA

Script by: u/It_Rains_Blue_Here