Questions unanswered are put aside for the moment. David needs
to get that ball rolling. The song of choice - Outside. A few vocal
warmups (three cigarettes to be exact) and he begins. It takes him a
while but soon the giant ball is absolutely convinced that it needs
to see what is happening outside! What a neat trick David!! A smile
plays upon his lips as he sings and soon he is lost in the song and
the joy and is following the huge ball blindly. When the ball gets
down to about half its original size David suddenly thinks that the
floor is growing at an alarming speed. Totally aware now he picks
himself off of it, and looks back to see what has tripped him. A loop
of the string had caught on his ankle. The length of time that string
has been unwinding in those twisted tunnels of cement would make
pulling it out from where he was impossible. Must be a labyrinth he
says in disgust tinged with general trepidation. "I wonder if I've
been going out or in? and I wonder why did the ball stop?" Just
then he hears that blast of air break free from some large lunged
animal again. And a second sound - a heavy CLOMP...CLOMP.
(should i put some tale swishes in for effect too? nah) But this time
it's much closer. He realizes that the ball is trembling slightly.
There is a mighty gust of wind (from that tail swish which every
cheesy production absolutely MUST have) which lifts David's toga
ever so tantalizingly. "Damn drafty things," David mutters. He
bends down to adjust his hemline, and when he looks up he is
indeed face to face with THE Minotaur. And the Minotaur is more
than a little miffed (and not just by that ever-present *friendly yet
enigmatic* expression on Davey's face). "Finally," the Minotaur
snorts, "you decide to show your self before me. Tremble before
me, mortal! Resistance is futile! I will have my revenge! You've got
a LOT of explaining to do, by Zeus's beard! First off, that little
Laura Ashley wallpaper thing. Thanks to you, countless people
think that I am emasculated!" The Minotar grunts and stamps his
hoof; another swish from his tail threatens to lift David's toga
again. "But you don't understand," David begins, "That wasn't my
idea! I had no say in the matter whatsoever. The original artwork
was different. I..." "Quail, mortal!!" bellows the Minotaur. The
Minotaur leans against the labyrinth wall, swinging his tail in his
left hand in a tres cool manner. "Foolish mortal," the Minotaur
says, "I can think of a whole lotta ways to..."
"CUT!" screams the Assistant Director. "'A whole lotta ways'?
What kind of crap is that? The fierce and awe-inspiring Minotaur
don't talk like that. (The Minotaur shifts his weight, slightly
embarrassed). And what happened to the diabolical laughter? The
fear-inspiring snorts and stamping? Come on, work with me people,
work with me. "I can think of a *myriad of possibilities*" is how it
goes, you idiot. Now you've gone and ruined the whole atmosphere
here. Everybody take 5, and Ball of String, get yer ass down to
make-up, you're unravelling again."
David reaches for a donut from the box of stale, day-old specials by
Hi Margot, I'm back-Cane Toad Jack (don't you hate it when) One
of the donuts begins to glow? No just kidding, ha, ha, ha. This
Story is Weird Enough!!
Seriously, as he is bolting down that extra powdery one he breaths
in some of the white dust. It flies with glee straight into his lungs
and starts to tickle. It's just trying to be friendly but his lungs don't
see it that way at all. Soon the sensation has David hacking his
eyes watering, and rolling about on the floor. Just then he becomes
fully aware of where he is. "Ohhh my aching head" he groans and
sits up in bed. The covers are nowhere to be seen and he is in his
extremely wrinkled trousers. He vaguely remembers a party, a very
crazy party that lasted until, well until he passed out anyway.
"What's the occasion?" he tries to recall. "Oh yeah, that tour I'm
doing in Australia that I wasn't doing until I...." Trying to remember
everything that happened gives him a screaming headache. And
those DREAMS!! NIGHTMARES really! But already they are
beginning to fade from his memory as the heat of the Australian
day permeates his body. "Never did get to find out who killed Baby
Grace" he mumbles as he looks at his surroundings and tries to find
something to wear that doesn't have a malodorous presence of
some sort to it. Just then who should come bursting through the
(please please please don't make it be Angie, pleeeeaaaasseeee
......a warp hole. He grimaces, worried and upset. "Dear God, I can't
be THAT bad, can I?" He gets up to get a closer look and is sucked
in by the tremendous force and everything goes black......(Where's
this poor man going NOW????)......He finds himself inside a smoke
filled cafe of some sort. A guy is ranting about, swinging a
machete. A woman who looks familiar is attaching wires under the
skin of some drone. Her face seems annoyed to see Bowie enter. He
is now dressed in a suit and black trench-coat, a half-smoked
cigarette hangs between his lips. Bowie's face is dirty and he has a
five o'clock shadow. He looks toward a cracked mirror filmed with a
layer of dust to see the face of Nathan Adler in the reflections. "Oh,
heavens," Bowie takes a drag, "I suppose I'll have to play the part."
He walks up to Ramona, who continues sliding wires into the skin
of a drone who bleeds effortlessly and shows no real emotion.
"Ramona A. Stone?" he inquires as he rummages in his trench-coat
pockets for his badge, but finds a silicon chip with strange
inscriptions. He pulls it out and everyone in the cafe turns to him
with a cold glare. Everyone except Ramona, who now is filling the
drone's veins with this strange liquid. She pays Bowie no attention.
"Yes, what of my name?" she finally responds without facing him.
"I have reason to believe that you took part in the ritual art-murder
of Baby Grace Blue. I've come to place you under arrest," he says
and takes another drag and hopes to God he has a weapon on him.
Ramona gives him an icy stare and her eyes narrow to slits."You
think you can take me that easily, do you? I know who the small
friends are. You're surrounded by alienation, Prof. Adler. Bowie
realizes this this isn't as easy as he had suspected, so he places the
chip back into his pocket and searches for a gun, but only finds a
pack of cigarettes and a folded up article from the Oxford Journal.
He stuffs them back into his pockets and thinks it would be best to
leave, but little does he know that from behind him entered.......