How Stravo Got His Groove Back
Posted: 2003-05-06 01:49pm
You can thank Stravo and Captain_Cyran for this little number. They gave me the inspiration with their posts on this Starcrossed page.
PART 1: Attack of the Mages
*fade in on the living room of a New York City apartment, night. All lights are turned off, and STRAVO sits at his computer, head resting on his hand*
STRAVO (voiceover): I was sitting at my computer the night the madness began. It had been so long since I'd put out a Starcrossed chapter for everyone to read. In part, this was due to my busy workweek, but it was also thanks to a nasty case of writer's block.
*STRAVO suddenly leans forward and begins typing rapidly. After a few moments, he stops and reviews the computer screen. Then he sighs and deletes the new paragraph*
STRAVO (vo): With the weekend coming up, I knew I could devote a little more time to my writing, but that wasn't going to be worth much if I couldn't think of anything to write. In addition, the amount of distractions provided by the city around me rarely helped.
*STRAVO jerks his head around as we hear the brakes of a car squeal outside. The sound ends with a crash. There is a few second of silence, followed by incoherent yelling*
STRAVO: *growl* Crazy drunk drivers.
STRAVO (vo): That particular sound heralded the beginning of the most bizarre weekend in my life, although I didn't realize it at the time. Perhaps if I could have recognized those voices I could have prepared for the insanity awaiting me. As it was, I simply returned to writing, keeping a curious ear out for police sirens.
*STRAVO turns back to his computer and for a few seconds, all is peaceful*
STRAVO (vo): That was when it happened.
*a figure pops into existence in midair and falls to the floor with an audible groan. STRAVO spins around in his chair just in time to see a second figure materialize and fall on top of the first, eliciting a muffled sound of pain. Finally, a traveling bag stuffed to the brim appears and lands atop both intruders.*
FIGURE 1: OOOOOOWWWWWWWWW!
FIGURE 2: Shut up.
*both figures climb to their feet and face the rather anxious STRAVO. Both of them are Black Mages, one with a knife belted at his waist, the other with a sledgehammer strapped to his back*
STRAVO: Who the hell are you, and how did you get in here?
FIGURE 2: It's us, Strav. You don't recognize us?
STRAVO: Uh, no.
*FIGURE 1 steps forward*
FIGURE 1: It's us, Kuja and Cyran.
STRAVO: Kuja and...*realization dawns* How the HELL did you get here?
KUJA: We drove.
STRAVO: Drove?
KUJA: Yeah. My Mustang.
CYRAN: It was cool, too! We kept the windows open and the music up at thirty, and around Syracuse we saw a couple hot chicks-
*KUJA smacks CYRAN on the back of the head*
KUJA: All right, that's enough.
CYRAN: Hey, knock it off!
KUJA: Make me.
CYRAN: STAB TIME!
STRAVO: That's enough! Now, tell me how you got in here.
BOTH: Trade secret.
*STRAVO sighs*
CYRAN: We came here cuz we're the hit squad-
*KUJA clamps his hand over CYRAN'S mouth*
KUJA: What he means to say is that we're the guys to help you with your writer's block!
STRAVO: Are you serious?
KUJA: *still holding CYRAN'S mouth* Of course. Everybody wants more Starcrossed!
CYRAN: Mmmh mmh, mmh.
KUJA: Later, Cyran.
STRAVO: So...just what exactly are you guys supposed to do?
KUJA: Whatever. Help you out. Buy you dinner. Anything.
CYRAN: Mmmh mmh mmmh!
KUJA: I said LATER, Cyran.
*CYRAN begins struggling*
KUJA: Hey! Hold still, damn you!
STRAVO: I don't think he can breathe.
KUJA: Oh, good point.
*KUJA releases CYRAN*
CYRAN: *hoarse* Thanks, Strav.
STRAVO: *sigh* This is going to be a long weekend.
STRAVO (vo): Little did I know how right I was.
PART 1: Attack of the Mages
*fade in on the living room of a New York City apartment, night. All lights are turned off, and STRAVO sits at his computer, head resting on his hand*
STRAVO (voiceover): I was sitting at my computer the night the madness began. It had been so long since I'd put out a Starcrossed chapter for everyone to read. In part, this was due to my busy workweek, but it was also thanks to a nasty case of writer's block.
*STRAVO suddenly leans forward and begins typing rapidly. After a few moments, he stops and reviews the computer screen. Then he sighs and deletes the new paragraph*
STRAVO (vo): With the weekend coming up, I knew I could devote a little more time to my writing, but that wasn't going to be worth much if I couldn't think of anything to write. In addition, the amount of distractions provided by the city around me rarely helped.
*STRAVO jerks his head around as we hear the brakes of a car squeal outside. The sound ends with a crash. There is a few second of silence, followed by incoherent yelling*
STRAVO: *growl* Crazy drunk drivers.
STRAVO (vo): That particular sound heralded the beginning of the most bizarre weekend in my life, although I didn't realize it at the time. Perhaps if I could have recognized those voices I could have prepared for the insanity awaiting me. As it was, I simply returned to writing, keeping a curious ear out for police sirens.
*STRAVO turns back to his computer and for a few seconds, all is peaceful*
STRAVO (vo): That was when it happened.
*a figure pops into existence in midair and falls to the floor with an audible groan. STRAVO spins around in his chair just in time to see a second figure materialize and fall on top of the first, eliciting a muffled sound of pain. Finally, a traveling bag stuffed to the brim appears and lands atop both intruders.*
FIGURE 1: OOOOOOWWWWWWWWW!
FIGURE 2: Shut up.
*both figures climb to their feet and face the rather anxious STRAVO. Both of them are Black Mages, one with a knife belted at his waist, the other with a sledgehammer strapped to his back*
STRAVO: Who the hell are you, and how did you get in here?
FIGURE 2: It's us, Strav. You don't recognize us?
STRAVO: Uh, no.
*FIGURE 1 steps forward*
FIGURE 1: It's us, Kuja and Cyran.
STRAVO: Kuja and...*realization dawns* How the HELL did you get here?
KUJA: We drove.
STRAVO: Drove?
KUJA: Yeah. My Mustang.
CYRAN: It was cool, too! We kept the windows open and the music up at thirty, and around Syracuse we saw a couple hot chicks-
*KUJA smacks CYRAN on the back of the head*
KUJA: All right, that's enough.
CYRAN: Hey, knock it off!
KUJA: Make me.
CYRAN: STAB TIME!
STRAVO: That's enough! Now, tell me how you got in here.
BOTH: Trade secret.
*STRAVO sighs*
CYRAN: We came here cuz we're the hit squad-
*KUJA clamps his hand over CYRAN'S mouth*
KUJA: What he means to say is that we're the guys to help you with your writer's block!
STRAVO: Are you serious?
KUJA: *still holding CYRAN'S mouth* Of course. Everybody wants more Starcrossed!
CYRAN: Mmmh mmh, mmh.
KUJA: Later, Cyran.
STRAVO: So...just what exactly are you guys supposed to do?
KUJA: Whatever. Help you out. Buy you dinner. Anything.
CYRAN: Mmmh mmh mmmh!
KUJA: I said LATER, Cyran.
*CYRAN begins struggling*
KUJA: Hey! Hold still, damn you!
STRAVO: I don't think he can breathe.
KUJA: Oh, good point.
*KUJA releases CYRAN*
CYRAN: *hoarse* Thanks, Strav.
STRAVO: *sigh* This is going to be a long weekend.
STRAVO (vo): Little did I know how right I was.
:lol::lol: Awesome work, Iggy! Nicely done in play format. 
