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| thistle salad - 000480 - prison planet - prologue | [[Thelma Mitzen has shown up (probably in the afternoon, if it matters), alone, at Haviland Stewart's house.]]
/ Thelma Mitzen: Oh, yes. That's right. I feel so much better now that I know your puppet girlfriend hasn't got a brain.
/ Haviland Stewart: I don't recall ever caring about your feelings. / Thelma Mitzen: You know, that's it. I've had it with men like you. Men you think would value intelligent conversation and someone competent at their side... and what do they do? Run off with some brain-dead blonde who's at least twenty years too young for them! It's all so... I could write a fucking book, you know! / Thelma Mitzen: And you! You were the last man I would have picked to fall into such a typical, trite, commonplace mid-life crisis!! / Haviland Stewart: Delightful. Now, if you're quite done being tiresome, there is something I would like to finish before we get down to business.
/ Thelma Mitzen:* http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000480.htm |
| thistle salad - 000481 - prison planet - prologue | [[Thelma Mitzen has shown up (probably in the afternoon, if it matters), alone, at Haviland Stewart's house.]]
/ Thelma Mitzen: That's all you're going to say?
/ Haviland Stewart: Yes. Although- I suppose I could attempt to tactfully point out that a... pleasant interlude does not constitute a committed relationship, that you've grossly overestimated the intelligence of your conversation and that any continuation of this discussion will be detrimental to the stated purpose of your visit- therefore, you would be best served by excising whatever personal interests you believe you have here. / Thelma Mitzen: Personal interests? You must be joking!
/ Haviland Stewart: Oh, certainly. And it's also of absolutely no significance that you didn't bring your friend along today. Or that you have shown no interest in me for the last year until you discovered Lisa, who you apparently find somewhat threatening. http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000481.htm |
| thistle salad - 000482 - prison planet - prologue | [[Thelma Mitzen has shown up (probably in the afternoon, if it matters), alone, at Haviland Stewart's house.]]
/ Thelma Mitzen: Look, I don't care- but what about your... your reputation?
/ Haviland Stewart: Actually, I suspect that the reprecussions of being caught with a transient nineteen year old amnesic are less severe than those of being caught talking to you. / Thelma Mitzen: W-what? / Haviland Stewart: After all, you are openly a member of an activist, anarchist fringe group. The White City has just claimed responsibility for several recent terrorist actions against the present government. Having a clandestine meeting with such a person would be far more damaging to my career than some mere sexual indiscretion. / Thelma Mitzen: Dammit! I'm not an anarchist! We're not the ones trying to dismantle reality! We're not out there building secret camps and gulags! We're not manufacturing metahumans! We crave order. We're just trying to stop all this messing around with time and space!! http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000482.htm |
| thistle salad - 000483 - prison planet - prologue | [[Thelma Mitzen has shown up (probably in the afternoon, if it matters), alone, at Haviland Stewart's house.]]
/ Thelma Mitzen: Anyway, it isn't like you aren't a member of the White City yourself.
/ Haviland Stewart: Ah, but my membership dates from when it was merely an academic organization that facilitated discussions about the nature of reality, long before this disturbing new trend of political extremism took hold of your impressionable generation. / Thelma Mitzen: ...Right.
/ Haviland Stewart: However laudable your intentions, these current activities under discussion are borderline illegal at best--
/ Thelma Mitzen: Okay, okay, I get it! You must have some sympathy for my cause or I'd be cooling my heels out on the street, but you're going to bait me the whole time I'm here. Yes? Great. / Thelma Mitzen: You must pray your gods every day that that girl never wakes up to how much of a pompous ass you are.
/ Haviland Stewart: You don't want to know what I pray for. http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000483.htm |
| thistle salad - 000484 - prison planet | [[Mariah leads the way, Albert Dross is carrying the girl he (reluctantly) helped rescue. Apartment building hallway. On the wall behind them is a posted notice that reads "ATTENTION: Dismantling smoke alarms violates your tenant/ lease agreement"]]
/ Albert Dross: It's not that this is a bad idea - which it is - but don't you think you're too trusting for a woman who's lost her virtue?
/ Mariah: (sigh) / [[Mariah searches for her keys]]
/ Mariah: You worry too damn much. It's just a little bit of harmless fun.
/ Albert Dross: Hey for all we know DEEP's still got hounds out looking for me. So, maybe you got some ancient grudge here, fine. But you're asking to be caught. Adopting every runaway metahuman you come across... it's conspicuous. / [[they enter the apartment. In the foreground, falling asleep over a book, is Juni Ellis, her hair short and brown.]]
/ Albert Dross: And we're running out of room. http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000484.htm |
| thistle salad - 000485 - armageddon girl | [[In the House of the Dead, Kate Raskolnikov is still arguing with Gwen Zvesti. Gwen is shocked, noticing her arm... has become a hoof.]]
/ Kate Raskolnikov: -Meanwhile, you have to bring in a mortal, when I thought the whole point was that-- / [[Gwen hides her changed arm behind her back]]
/ Gwen Zvesti: Yes, um, look, Kate - something's come up, so could you, I don't know, show the new girl around some and I'll- I'll just catch up with you, right? / Kate Raskolnikov: Sure. Fine! Whatever. Hey! I've an idea! I'll do both our jobs, and you can move back to the moon!
/ [[Kate leaves]] / Gwen Zvesti: Not good. I really need to hold this shape.
/ [[A swirling blue/ purple shadow appears behind her]] / [[Out of the shadow steps Felix Darling, surrounded by butterflies.]]
/ Felix Darling: Stress beginning to show, Gwen?
/ Gwen Zvesti: Darling Darling! W-why ever would you say that? http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000485.htm |
| thistle salad - 000486 - armageddon girl | [[House of the Dead- Felix Darling and Gwen Zvesti hug]]
/ Felix Darling: The arm's a bit of a clue, Love. We're in trouble.
/ Gwen Zvesti: I know. / Felix Darling: Have you told Kate?
/ Gwen Zvesti: I can't. Not yet. She's going to freak out. You remember that thing with Tom. And this is miles- this is millenniums worse. / Felix Darling: It's only going to get worse.
/ Gwen Zvesti: I know that. But as soon as she gets involved all subtlety's going to go out the window. Kate's a soldier by nature, not a diplomat... or even a spy. / Gwen Zvesti: I've still got some time left, right? http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000486.htm |
| thistle salad - 000487 - armageddon girl | [[House of the Dead - Felix Darling and Gwen Zvesti. Butterflies abound.]]
/ Felix Darling: Is that how much time before you completely lose control over your morphology? Or how much time before They finally tumble to the right girl? They haven't found the girl yet. But you know as well as I do that it could be days, hours, minutes, until they do. These attacks have been escalating. / Gwen Zvesti: Well, I'm not telling Kate a thing until after they find the girl. / Felix Darling: Always assuming she survives being found.
/ Gwen Zvesti: What do you want me to do here? You know we can't protect her. We try and they'll shut the whole show down. And it won't be like the last two times, either - we won't be reinstated. / Gwen Zvesti: And it wouldn't be so bad if she did die. At least it wouldn't be the end of the world- we'd even maybe get a couple of centuries breathing room before she gets herself reborn and the whole thing starts again. / Felix Darling: I'm worried they may find her and keep on killing... wait- Wait- you- you know who this girl is, don't you?
/ Gwen Zvesti: I would have, once. I cut that part out of myself long ago. No use in me trying to deceive our asshole galactic overlords. In fact, that's the only protection I could give our girl - that they can't use me to find her. http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000487.htm |
| thistle salad - 000488 - the green door | [[the battle with the ladybug-bots goes on in the background - Emma Starkadder has made here way over to where Jealousy Hayes is waiting.]]
/ Jealousy Hayes: Well, and it's about time, too.
/ Emma Starkadder: Yeah, seeing as it's you, I had 'em take the scenic route. / [[above them]]
/ Tommy Chase: Oh sh-!! [[zap!]]
/ Emma Starkadder: *tsk* careless / [[Emma and Jealousy turn to see Chase fall]] / Jealousy Hayes: Traveling in mixed company, I see.
/ Emma Starkadder: Oh yeah. I got my team and Judy's making fools of themselves out here. / [[An explosion]]
/ Emma Starkadder: Aw, hell! / [[Chase takes off, even more firey than before.]]
/ Emma Starkadder: Jealousy, you got any cigs? I'm out. http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000488.htm |
| thistle salad - 000489 - the green door | [[the battle with the ladybug-bots goes on in the background - Emma Starkadder and Jealousy Hayes are talking. In the foreground, Stephie Shelby and her phantom birds are taking on one of the robots.]]
/ Jealousy Hayes: Oh yeah. Ever since I quit, I've just carried cigarettes with me, hoping someone would ask me for one.
/ Emma Starkadder: I think that blasted invisible girl lifted my last pack. http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000489.htm |
| thistle salad - 000490 - the green door | [[Stephie Shelby and her phantom birds take off- behind them are ropes of fire.]] / [[The battle with the ladybug-bots goes on in the background - Emma Starkadder and Jealousy Hayes are talking]]
/ Jealousy Hayes: Why do you even put up with that crap?
/ Emma Starkadder: It's personal. It's nothing. / Jealousy Hayes: It's a spy! Emma, you're condoning a spy in our midst. What if management finds out? / Emma Starkadder: As I said, this is personal. So- there was a time when I would have given my left arm for the chance to put Troy in the ground. She's got every reason to watch me now that I'm back in the City. The invisible witch I can handle. Besides, only a fool would unmask a spy she knows about- odds are I won't spot her replacement. http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000490.htm |
| thistle salad - 000491 - the green door | [[The battle with the ladybug-bots goes on in the background - Emma Starkadder and Jealousy Hayes are talking]]
/ Emma Starkadder: Besides, Miss Barely-There is hardly the worst thing I've failed to report.
/ Jealousy Hayes: Oh, yeah- where is Lee, anyway?
/ Emma Starkadder: I gave him the day off. / Jealousy Hayes: You WHAT?
/ Emma Starkadder: You don't keep an ace up your sleeve by showing it off. And he asked.
/ Jealousy Hayes: He's on parole!
/ Emma Starkadder: He gave us his parole. There is a difference. / Jealousy Hayes: Not as far as I'm concerned, there isn't! And that paperwork better be on my desk when I get back to the office or I'm writing you a very stern memo.
/ Emma Starkadder: *snerk* / Jealousy Hayes: ... You've let them tame me.
/ Emma Starkadder: What? / Jealousy Hayes: I'm serious, Emma- You're just lucky that I'm not the type to go gunning for my mentor. I used to destroy people with my bare hands.
/ Emma Starkadder: Can't say I remember you using your hands... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000491.htm |
| thistle salad - 000492 - the green door | {{Mouse Rollover will show you the battle going on in the background.}}
/ [[The battle with the ladybug-bots goes on in the background - Emma Starkadder and Jealousy Hayes are talking. Behind them, Jo Slaughter comes to Todd's rescue...]]
/ Jealousy Hayes: Wait- why are we talking about this again?
/ Emma Starkadder: Cos you miss flaying people alive? / Jealousy Hayes: Aw, that's not it.
/ Emma Starkadder: Is it the drinking? Because I know it must be hard on you, all this not getting falling-down drunk every night. / Jealousy Hayes: Dammit, Emma! Can't you take me seriously for once?
/ Emma Starkadder: Look, we all knew there would be adjustments- / [[magical explosion]] / Jealousy Hayes: It's just- life was so uncomplicated on the other side. So what the hell did we give that up for?
/ Emma Starkadder: Same reason everyone else does, Jel. So's our kids would be better people than we are. http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000492.htm |
| thistle salad - 000493 - the green door | [[The battle with the ladybug-bots goes on in the background - Emma Starkadder and Jealousy Hayes are talking. Behind them now is Gold Team: Julian Delmar, David Worth and William Ashby.]]
/ Jealousy Hayes: I hope the little bastards appreciate it.
/ Emma Starkadder: Yeah... I wouldn't hold your breath there, Jealousy. / William Ashby: But no, I'm stuck with you two; the world's first unromantic teenager and a man who's content to wait passively for the woman of his dreams to show.
/ Julian Delmar: Why can't you be one of those guys that talk about sports?
/ David Worth: I'll know her when I see her, okay? http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000493.htm |
| thistle salad - 000494 - the green door | [[The battle with the ladybug-bots goes on in the background - the focus is now on Gold Team: Julian Delmar, David Worth and William Ashby.]]
/ William Ashby: Hey, Dave, you happen to know why our little pepper's so sour on love? / Julian Delmar: What I don't get is how you can be so dober about love when you can't keep a girl. / William Ashby: Okay, that was cold. / David Worth: She's got a point, though. Maybe you should find a girl who already knows about the bad stuff, instead of hitting on the norms.
/ William Ashby: No thanks- That'd shrink the date-able population down to Julian here... and we're already practically sisters.
/ Julian Delmar: You're nothing like my sisters, Ash. You know I was raised by wolves. http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000494.htm |
| thistle salad - 000495 - armageddon girl | [[Police station. Sgt. Steven Delmar is looking at something in his hand - a photograph (of a very, very young Julian and her mother, Trace Flood) - the photograph he took from the morgue earlier.]] / Tess Miller: Steven, I need you to-
/ Steven Delmar: [[shoves the photograph into a pocket]] Sorry, Tess. There's something I have to look into. / Tess Miller: ? / [[Steven's in the lobby now.]]
/ Steven Delmar: Eloise, I have some, ah, errands to run.
/ Eloise: The wife's keeping you on your toes, isn't she? / Steven Delmar: ... Well, I've learned that it's best not to argue with a pregnant woman. / Police guy on phone: (to Eloise) We've got something- it sounds like Rose Red. / Eloise: Wait! Wait, sir!
/ Steven Delmar: (already across the room) Sorry! Talk to Silverton! http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000495.htm |
| thistle salad - 000496 - armageddon girl/ into the whirlwind | [[Steven Delmar walks down the street, loosening his tie]] / [[His foot hits the ground...]] / [[... and it's the past, and he's stepped on a paintbrush.]] http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000496.htm |
| thistle salad - 000497 - armageddon girl/ into the whirlwind | [[Steven Delmar's flashback: he reaches down to pick up the paintbrush off of the sidewalk]]
/ Steven Delmar: Hey buddy, you lose something? / Steven Delmar: I think I'll give it back, but it's gonna cost you. Cost you a a couple of beers, maybe. At least. / [[The artist is shown only in silhouette]]
/ The artist: What's that, buddy? Army pay's so bad you gotta hit up a starving artist?
/ Steven Delmar: Buddy, I gotta tell you- you may be starving but for damn sure you're no artist. Besides, I quit the army. I'm flat- dead broke. / The artist: Well, well, well, Steven Delmar-- Buddy, it's good to see you back on the wrong side of the tracks. http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000497.htm |
| thistle salad - 000498 - armageddon girl/ into the whirlwind | [[Steven Delmar's flashback continues]]
/ The artist: Steven Delmar, Steven Delmar- I was just wondering... Is that still your name when the moons are full and the hunting's good? / Steven Delmar: what? / [[The artist, lighting a cigarette, is no longer simply a silhouette, but is revealed to be Danny Relston... although, techically, Danny Relston's using an alias here (Edison Bitter).]]
/ Danny Relston: Ah, well. Never mind that now, buddy... Don't suppose I could interest you in a job...? http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000498.htm |
| thistle salad - 000499 - anna bloom wakes up | [[Anna Bloom, having taken a beating from the statue thing, supports herself against the headless horseman's skull headed horse, her hands to her head]]
/ Anna Bloom: Not my sister- / Anna Bloom: -not my sister- / Anna Bloom: (screaming and crying) NOT AGAIN!! / Anna Bloom: You BASTARD!!
/ [[Behind Anna, the horseman's horse rears dramatically]] http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000499.htm |
| thistle salad - 000500 - anna bloom wakes up | [[The headless horseman charges the animate statue]] / [[Anna Bloom has collapsed. The horseman has gone through the statue and vanished.]] http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000500.htm |
| thistle salad - 000501 - anna bloom wakes up | [[The ghost of Mitzi-Marie Rowlock, Anna Bloom's dead sister, has reappeared.]]
/ Mitzi-Marie Rowlock: Anna, what did you do?
/ Anna Bloom: ow. It worked, didn't it? / Anna Bloom: It worked, didn't it? *cough* I set the Horseman on his ass. / Mitzi-Marie Rowlock: But won't you owe the Horseman now? Isn't that worse?
/ Anna Bloom: You don't understand. I've tried to forget- sometimes- sometimes I almost do. But I've been bound to the Horseman since I was seven years old and one of these days it won't be my enemy he rides out for. / [[It is apparent that Anna hasn't come out of this fight unscathed]]
/ Anna Bloom: Don't you get it? The price is the same whether of not I call on him. So why shouldn't I get more than bad dreams out of the deal? / Mitzi-Marie Rowlock: So... where is the Horseman?
/ Anna Bloom: I think... I hope... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000501.htm |
| thistle salad - 000502 - anna bloom wakes up | [[The headless horseman is navigating a tunnel of pink and blue, sword drawn]]
/ Anna Bloom (voiceover): He's going to follow the spell to its source. http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000502.htm |
| thistle salad - 000503 - armageddon girl | [[Juni Ellis is sitting, in uniform, in an office. Her 'agent' Jerry, is behind her on the phone.]]
/ Jerry Ellis: Yeah, yeah. Two minutes. I'm stuck in this bullshit psych eval-
/ The Psychologist: Now then, June, this is only a formality.
/ Juni Ellis: Juni.
/ The Psychologist: The Family wants you to know we have every confidence in you, June. You've always tested remarkably well and your... recent recovery went smoothly. You've been cleared by your doctors and by the Board to resume active duty. / The Psychologist: Let me just come right out and say this, June. Since you were injured, er, badly injured in the line of duty, it would be understandable that you might feel... some unease about returning to active status, especially when it is happening so quickly. / The Psychologist: No one would blame you if you turned down this opportunity. Your family only wants what's best for you. They will support you whatever you decide. You girls are the backbone of this organization. We all know that.
/ [[The notes the Psych is taking appear to be a grocery list.]] / Jerry Ellis: We done here? We don't have a lot of time if we want to slap photos on those press releases.
/ The Psychologist: That's up to June, isn't it? Well, June? What do you think? Is there anything you want to say? / Juni Ellis: N-no. I'm good. I'm... done. http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000503.htm |
| thistle salad - 000504 - into the whirlwind | [[Steven Delmar and Danny Relston are walking down a street - Steven knows Danny by another name (Edison Bitter).]]
/ Steven Delmar: A job-? But- don't you run errands for the mob or something?
/ Danny Relston: Is that what I told you? It all but isn't true. I work for myself these days. / Steven Delmar: So what's this job, Ed?
/ Danny Relston: You're going to deliver a letter for me. / Steven Delmar: You can't just put it in the mail?
/ Danny Relston: Ah... it's tricky... I haven't written this letter yet. / Danny Relston: I'm not even certain who it's meant for. / Steven Delmar: No offense, buddy, but talking to you is like trying to take an eye test when you've got a migraine.
/ Danny Relston: Buddy, it's a gift! Psychics can't read me, magic can't touch me. No one knows what I am. I am god's blind spot! http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000504.htm |
| thistle salad - 000505 - into the whirlwind | [[Steven Delmar and Danny Relston are walking down a street - Steven knows Danny by another name (Edison Bitter).]]
/ Danny Relston: Buddy, it occurs to me that no one quits the army. This is not a free country.
/ Steven Delmar: You work that out yourself? / Danny Relston: Steven Delmar! This is marvelous! You are a deserter and I am looking to put together an army of my own!
/ Steven Delmar: ?? / Steven Delmar: Edison. Look, I've been laying low for months now. I'm done. I'm getting out of the City tonight. This is goodbye. Let's just get that beer, okay? / Danny Relston: You will come to work for me one day, buddy. And you will hate me for it. But now we need that drink. There is a woman I must meet. http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000505.htm |
| thistle salad - 000506 - a murder of men | [['Ten paces a balcony in a grey house, armed with a bow and arrows]]
/ 'Ten: I can't believe this crap! Stuck here with a couple of stiffs that make corpses look talkative and nothing to do but freaking target practice! I'm bored out of my-- / [['Ten is shocked as the door gets kicked in.]] / [['Ten automatically brings her bow up, but doesn't fire.]]
/ 'Ten: huh... / [[The intruder is Steven Delmar, looking... rougher than he did on the previous page]] / [['Ten unstrings her arrow.]]
/ 'Ten: ...maybe I can stick for a couple more days... http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000506.htm |
| thistle salad - 000507 - into the whirlwind | [[Steven Delmar and Danny Relston are walking down a street - Steven knows Danny by another name (Edison Bitter). Actually Panel 1 is split into Steven talking ovre a grey-scale flashback of some earlier exploit of Relston's.]]
/ Steven Delmar: A girl, huh? So what happened to that chick with the motorcycle gang and the demon horse? / Danny Relston: She married me, buddy. We have a kid. It's all wrong.
/ Steven Delmar: You realize there's a limit to how long I can take you seriously, right? / Danny Relston: Only when you're sober, buddy. We must get you tremendously drunk. I have a cunning plan. http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000507.htm |
| thistle salad - 000508 - a murder of men | [['Ten is on the balcony- the second floor in a grey house, armed with a bow and arrows. Steven Delmar just kicked in the door. 'Ten kisses the arrowhead before restringing her bow...]] / 'Ten: Hey, Cutie!! / [[the arrow hits the wall next to Steven, who looks shocked]]
/ 'Ten: Friend or foe? / [[Steven starts looking a little weird.]]
/ Steven Delmar: You shoot your friends, lady? / 'Ten: [[drawing another arrow from her quiver]] Oh, honey. It's not like I'm trying to hit you--- yet. http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000508.htm |
| thistle salad - 000509 - armageddon girl | [[Steven Delmar comes down from his flashback - instead of the paintbrush, he's holding a twig with a single yellow leaf on it.]] / [[Steven takes off running. Behind him on the wall is a mural...]] http://thistlesalad.com/thistle000509.htm |
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