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| thistle salad - 000330 - armageddon girl - the day before yesterday | [[Jetta Zarfos is walking down the street, carrying two mochas, followed by that giant black and white cat, Mr. Boots.]] / [[Mr. Boots sits down.]]
/ Mr. Boots: Prowr!
/ Jetta Zarfos: Not you again. Don't you have a home? / [[Jetta Zarfos sets down a cup in order to scratch Mr. Boot's stomach.]]
/ Jetta... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000330.htm |
| thistle salad - 000331 - armageddon girl | Jetta Zarfos: The place looks great, CC. It looks... it looks more like you now. / Andrea Bright: Hey, Chair- Who's your friend with the fucked up aura? / Jetta Zarfos: Gotta Go!!!
/ [[Jetta Zarfos runs out- leaving behind a cloud of charms(?) hanging in the air- and frightening Mr. Boots, her cat.]]
/ Andrea... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000331.htm |
| thistle salad - 000332 - armageddon girl | Charity Ellsworth: That-- what the hell is that?
/ [[Gestures to the charms in the air that Jetta Zarfos left behind - they are beginning to fade.]]
/ Andrea Bright: Forget that. Read me the paper. / Charity Ellsworth: Andrea, I'm trying to run a business here. I don't have time for this. Not for you... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000332.htm |
| thistle salad - 000333 - armageddon girl | Ellen Cricklewood: Guys? There was, like, a pink hurricane outside.
/ Charity Ellsworth: Don't worry about it. That was just Jetta moving at the speed of fear. / Ellen Cricklewood: uh, okay. / Charity Ellsworth: Yeah. There was another 'Rose Red' killing last night. / Ellen Cricklewood: Another one?... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000333.htm |
| thistle salad - 000334 - armageddon girl | Andrea Bright: So why are they calling the killer "Rose Red," anyway?
/ Ellen Cricklewood: Because he's targetting redheads. You know, like the fairy stories. / Ellen Cricklewood: "Skin as white as snow; hair as red as--" Wait.
/ Andrea Bright: "Lips as read as blood", you mean? / Andrea Bright: So,... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000334.htm |
| thistle salad - 000335 - armageddon girl | Andrea Bright: So, they identify the latest victim yet? / Ellen Cricklewood: Uh, yeah. Tracey E. Flood, 32. Self-employed.
/ Andrea Bright: Trace Flood? Oh, man. / Charity Ellsworth: You knew her, Andrea? / Andrea Bright: Only by reputation. Big time Egra Egri.
/ Charity Ellsworth: In other words,... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000335.htm |
| thistle salad - 000336 - armageddon girl | Charity Ellsworth: Dammit, we're not our fathers!
/ Andrea Bright: Obviously. We'd have killed each other by now if we were. / Ellen Cricklewood: Charity? What's an "Eager eager"?
/ Andrea Bright: Sigh. An Egra Egri. Loosely translated it means "a player of the game." / Charity Ellsworth: ... She... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000336.htm |
| thistle salad - 000337 - big tiger | [[Cybil Lattimer's decent off of the cliff is witnessed by a flying crane, a bear in a tree and the translucent ghost of a deer - or possibly an antelope]] / [[The ghostly deer doesn't seem to faze her.]] http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000337.htm |
| thistle salad - 000338 - big tiger | [[Cybil Lattimer watches two soldiers and John Rask approach.]]
/ Soldier 1: [[curses]] Why don't we just grease this son of a bitch and be done with it? That'd be the smart thing.
/ Soldier 2: Yeah- But I'm thinkin'- we show up without him and we might as well have died back there in that crash. / [[Looking... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000338.htm |
| thistle salad - 000339 - big tiger | [[Cybil Lattimer hides behind a tree as she watches two soldiers escorting a blindfolded John Rask through the deep southern forests.]]
/ Soldier 1: Look, it's bad enough that everything we meet out here wants us for lunch.
/ Soldier 1: But we gotta babysit a serial killer a'top of that?
/ Soldier 2: Shut... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000339.htm |
| thistle salad - 000340 - big tiger | [[Cybil Lattimer hides behind a tree as she watches two soldiers escorting a blindfolded John Rask through the deep southern forests.]]
/ Soldier 2: Stay here, right? I'll check this out. / Soldier 1: aw, man-!
/ Soldier 2: Shut up and keep your eyes on Rask. / Soldier 1: It ain't another bear, right?... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000340.htm |
| thistle salad - 000341 - armageddon girl (two months ago) | [[two shadows sit on a roof top, watching a movie projected onto the wall of another building. The movie is about a vampire.]]
/ Shadow of a boy: So, why are you up here all alone?
/ Shadow of a girl: If I was alone, I wouldn't be having trouble concentrating on the movie, would I?
/ Shadow of a boy: I'm... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000341.htm |
| thistle salad - 000342 - john rask continues | John Rask: Dare I ask if there's a plan at work here?
/ [[Ty Gwenith says nothing]] / John Rask: Because, unless you have some plan- an exit strategy, per se- all you have done is set in motion an ingenious plot for getting yourself killed. / Ty Gwenith: Killed? I should be so lucky. http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000342.htm |
| thistle salad - 000343 - john rask continues | Ty Gwenith: Perhaps we should part company.
/ John Rask: A very good idea... / John Rask: ... provided I have use of both of my arms, a compass, a change of clothes and transportation out of this damn forest. / [[Ty's eyes begin to glow menancingly-]] / [[John reaches for his gun]] / Ty Gwenith:... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000343.htm |
| thistle salad - 000344 - john rask continues | Ty Gwenith: Tell me something, Krasorkin--
/ John Rask: Please, call me John. / John Rask: No need to be formal in such bloody company. John Rask is my name these days.
/ Ty Gwenith: Ty Gwenith. / Ty Gwenith: Is it true that you were a police informer?
/ John Rask: Not quite. / John Rask: Actually, I... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000344.htm |
| thistle salad - 000345 - john rask continues | Ty Gwenith: You should be safe enough here if you stay put. / [[Ty bears his teeth, which are sharp and pointed, and starts removing his jacket.]]
/ Ty Gwenith: I'm going to take a look around. / [[Facing away from John Rask, Ty's eyes are glowing, the hand that is unbuttoning his shirt has pointed... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000345.htm |
| thistle salad - 000346 - john rask continues | [[John Rask has pulled his gun on the white haired, white robed figure of a woman (Tekla). She is accompanied by a deer, a bear and a crane. The crane on her shoulder takes off--]] / [[and flies away.]] / [[The deer also turns and flees.]] http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000346.htm |
| thistle salad - 000347 - john rask continues | [[The deer runs off and the bear curls up and goes to sleep. John keeps his gun trained on the woman, Tekla]]
/ John Rask: Who are you supposed to be?
/ Tekla: [[She answers in another language]] I am a healer, Grisha Severian, and you are wounded. / John Rask: Ha. I haven't heard that name since I was... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000347.htm |
| thistle salad - 000348 - big tiger | Soldier 1: Don't tell me you're buying that bullshit. What? You think she's a weekend hiker? Out here? There isn't anything out here! For hundreds of miles! She's gotta be covering for someone or something. No one could survive out here alone!
/ Soldier 2: So, yeah, what the hell do you expect me to... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000348.htm |
| thistle salad - 000349 - big tiger | [[John Rask and Cybil are speaking another language.]]
/ John Rask: I can't tell you just how gaughe- and comforting- it is to meet someone else who speaks Krassidian.
/ Cybil Lattimer: It cannot be that unusual. It is the common tongue, this far inland. / John Rask: Among free men, certainly. But not... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000349.htm |
| thistle salad - 000350 - big tiger | [[John Rask and Cybil are speaking another language]]
/ Cybil Lattimer: But no, they think they can barter their way out of the forest...
/ John Rask: So why bother? It is none of your concern. / Cybil Lattimer: I am here. And it is my concern. / John Rask: What is your name, [[]]?
/ Cybil Lattimer: Cybil... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000350.htm |
| thistle salad - 000351 - john rask | [[Speaking another language]]
/ John Rask: Why would you want to see my arm?
/ Tekla: Because my Lady bids me so. Let me see your arm. / John Rask: I don't return favors. Not even for Gods. / Tekla: Then that will be my Lady's problem. Let me see your arm, Grishinka. / John Rask: [[switches back to... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000351.htm |
| thistle salad - 000352 - john rask | [[Speaking another language]]
/ John Rask: This doesn't mean we're engaged, does it? I know how you folktales work.
/ Tekla: No. You are safe enough. My heart belongs only to my prince. / John Rask: All the princes are dead, [[girl(?), Lady(?)]].
/ Tekla: And my love lies with them. / Tekla: He was the... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000352.htm |
| thistle salad - 000353 - john rask | [[Speaking another language]]
/ John Rask: And I suppose that I am to go to this invisible city and discover the identity of my benefactor for myself.
/ Tekla: As you like, John Rask. I am only a dead woman and a story and it is all the same to me. / John Rask: How does one find an invisible city, anyway?... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000353.htm |
| thistle salad - 000354 - the green door | Patricia Stone: Hey, kid. How long have you been here?
/ Izzy Ursula Cutter: Not very long, I think. Certainly not compared to-- / Izzy Ursula Cutter: --to the other girls... / Patricia Stone: Look, about that-- They're not dead. You know that, right?
/ [[Izzy looks away]] / Izzy Ursula Cutter: How... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000354.htm |
| thistle salad - 000355 - prison planet - prologue | [[Two people stand outside in the dark on Haviland Stewart's doorstep]]
/ flamboyantly dressed guy: You really think this guy can help us?
/ Thelma Mitzen: I'm sure he can. I'm just not sure he will want to. You should leave all the talking to me. / Thelma Mitzen: In fact, why don't you just not talk.... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000355.htm |
| thistle salad - 000356 - prison planet - prologue | [[Haviland's POV- we see some sort of heat imaging of the people on his doorstep.]]
/ Thelma Mitzen: We need your help. / Haviland Stewart: [[pointing to flamboyantly dressed guy]] We? as in you... and... / Haviland Stewart: Do excuse me if we have met before. I am terrible with faces. / Thelma Mitzen:... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000356.htm |
| thistle salad - 000357 - prison planet - prologue | [[Haviland Stewart lets them into his house, leading them down a dark hallway filled with machinery- like clockwork]]
/ Thelma Mitzen: I, uh, see you've... remodeled. Your dining room. Since I was here last. http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000357.htm |
| thistle salad - 000358 - prison planet - prologue | [[They end up in the kitchen of Haviland's house.]]
/ Thelma Mitzen: ... And, someone's destroyed your poor, pristine kitchen. / Haviland Stewart: I know what my kitchen looks like, thank you. If I can't get rid of you, let me make some coffee. / Haviland Stewart: Don't you get tired of rushing to the... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000358.htm |
| thistle salad - 000359 - the green door | [[Jo Slaughter is shown disintegrating a ladybug-bot in a bubble of magic]] / [[switch to David Worth, Julian Delmar and William Ashby talking.]]
/ David Worth: Well?
/ William Ashby: Usual routine, I think. I'm point, you do the extractions and the hotshot puts up the sheilds.
/ Julian Delmar: "Hotshot"?... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000359.htm |
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