| 7:00 AM - At the Veasey home Mrs. Veasey, having cried herself to sleep the night before, wakes up with fire in her eyes. She vaguely remembers calling the police, and that they weren't much help, besides taking her dear Jeff's body away. But funeral plans would wait: today she would have her revenge, and find out who did this awful thing. Mrs. Veasey: When you mess with the shadow, take a good look around you, for she will strike back. A *dinging* noise is heard. Mrs. Veasey: Oh good, my Toaster's Strudel is done. 7:30 AM - DIM's house DIM rubs his eyes, remembering the events of the night before. DIM: Ah, well, it's finally done. As I've always said to myself in a mildly psychotic manner, never trust a flunkie to do something important; you have to do it yourself. And now, success. He gathers some papers, calls over his ballbot, and leaves for school. 8:00 AM - In the lobby The two front door burst open, and Mrs. Veasey stands there outlined by lightning and gusts of wind blowing in leaves and papers as her gaze sweeps across the room, chilling those it lands on. Okay, that was a bit of dramatic license, but the overall effect was that she's royally pissed. She sees Kat and calls him over. Mrs. V: I want you to round up the usual suspects for me. Kat: But these suspects/ we have not/ for in doing bad/ they've done naught. Mrs. V: Well, just gather those student I dislike, then. Kat: All of them? / You cannot mean / To bring to you / All those you've seen! Mrs. V: Right. 8:15 AM - Special Assembly in the Auditorium All the students are milling about loudly, talking with one another. Curtis2(Crystal King, a sophomore): What do you think this assembly is aboot? Chris: I don't know, but I'd doubt it's just some random gathering. Kate: They probably want to oppress us more. Let's rise up and cast off the shackles of our stations on Tuesday. Mrs. Veasey steps up to the podium. She sweeps her eyes across the students, and several become petrified as if she was a psuedo-Medusa, with better hair, but worse breath. Mrs. Veasey: Freshmen, Sophomores, Juniors, Seniors, I have some grave news indeed. Last night, your principal Mr. Veasey died. There can be heard general mumbling. Mrs. V: I shouldn't say died, I should say he was killed, right in our own home. *Gentle Sobbing* Kate (calling out): How did he die? Mrs. V: Electrocution in the bathtub. A toaster. Kate: Maybe it was an accident. He might have really liked to toast. Mrs. Veasey: My husband was not one to be fond of eating toast while bathing, I assure you. Toast in the evenings was a decadence he wouldn't allow. Someone did this, and I intend to find out who that someone is. She looked around, and the silence hung in the air. A cricket started to chirp, but thought better of it. After a while, someone came up onto the stage with some papers. Mrs. Veasey: Ah, so we've limited it a bit�every may return to class except the following people, who must report directly to my office: Kate, Johnny, David, Paul, DIM, Chris, Wil, James, Ray, Mark, Alex, Jordan, Brandon and� Dr. Polas? Polas: I have nothing to hide. 8:25 - In Mrs. Veasey's office Mrs. Veasey paces back and forth, a tic in her face giving her a deadly look that no one enjoys except Wil, who thinks the whole affair is really funny, since he had probably contributed somehow. Mrs. Veasey: I have some information here about the events of yesterday. Very interesting indeed. It says here that you, Kate, chucked a textbook at my Jeff's head, in an attempt to kill him, or at least give him a concussion and possibly a migraine. What do you have to say about that? Kate: That's not true, I was just throwing them about to look for my work in a moment of uncharacteristic zeal. Mrs. Veasey: But today you seemed to really want to convince me that it was an accident. Isn't that so? Kate: I wasn't trying to convince you, that's what I thought happened. I don't have the drive to try to convince you. Mrs. Veasey: Okay, fine then. Next on this, let's see�it says here that you, Ray, attempted to poison my husband at lunch yesterday. Ray: It wasn't poison, it was Pepsi Blue. Mrs. Veasey: A-ha, so you admit it! Ray: No, it was my drink, I accidentally put it on his tray. Mrs. Veasey: So you were attempting suicide. Maybe you should go see Dr. Polas� Polas: I don't want no freaks in my couch. Ray: No, really, I just� Mrs. V: Get out of here, now, you sicken me in your hatred for God's gift of life. If you wish so much to die, why couldn't you have and not my Jeffy? There's more *sobbing* Steven comes in, grabs Ray by the arm, and drags him out. Ray: NOOOOO! Mrs. V: Eh-hem. Now, moving on. David and Paul, did you, or did you not, try to drown my husband in paper, and then refuse to help him when he needed it most? David: Umm�we needed him to sign the paper. And we still sort of need someone to. Paul: And I'm not a mouth-to-mouth kind of person. Mrs. V: And Wil, did you not try to butt in on the ex-principal's episode? Wil: Would you tell a fish not to swim? A bird to clip its own wings and not to fly? Tell me not to love one man 'till I die? No, you wouldn't, because you are at heart a good woman and� Mrs. Veasey sighs. Mrs. V: Oh do shut up. If I let you have another line later on, will you stop over-acting? Wil: Agreed. I will now take my leave. Mrs. V: Okay, Alex and Mark�. Alex & Mark (simultaneously): We didn't do anything, we just helped you. Mrs. Veasey: I know, I just don't like you. Alex: Oh. Mrs. Veasey: That leaves Johnny. Johnny, you made two attempts on Mr. Veasey's life yesterday, one in the morning with your sword, and later with your locker. Is this true? Johnny: But how could you know about the first one? Mrs. V: Jordan told me. He's very observant. Johnny: Well, I did, but� Brandon: Mrs. Veasey, I have some very important information for you. Johnny has been following DIM's orders on some secret project for days now. DIM: But, that's not� Brandon: AND, also, DIM has been known to use a toaster as a weapon, calling card, sacrificial victim and a large part of several deviant sexual acts\tortures he'd thought up. He's very fond of them. Mrs. Veasey: Really� DIM: No, it's not true�. Johnny: As I was going to say, I was following DIM's orders. DIM: LIAR! Mrs. Veasey: Well, all the evidence points to you, DIM. Cuff him, boys. Police officers burst in and take DIM away. DIM: I'M INNOCENT! AT LEAST OF THIS, EVEN THOUGH I STILL WANT TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD! Chris (whispering to James): So, do you know why we're here? James: Not a clue. Polas: To remind everyone that you're still here. Mrs. V: It's a good thing that Wil used up his promised line with "I will take my leave." He was lead like a bull to the slaughter. James: They don't really slaughter bulls. Too much muscle and sinew and generally unusable parts. Mrs. V: Indeed. Now that DIM has been found out I can swallow my grief and begin dating again. It looks like DIM has been accused. Will he be convicted? Acquitted? What will happen next? Will Wil's rage at being screwed out of his line appear in any form in the next episode? To be continued. |
| Episode 10 - The Next Day (Thursday) 7:00 AM - 8:30 AM "The Usual Suspects" |
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