Dramatic Inevitability

Trailer: Strange Bedfellows

Honestly, I was going to write myself a decent recap of tonight's Changeling game, but when I got home I got caught up in writing up this instead. Suffice to say, when all was said and done, Dawn yelled, "You've been learning from Joss Whedon!" I was flattered. :) More details tomorrow, I'm sure.

MUSIC: Evanescence's "Bring Me to Life"

ESTABLISHING SHOT: Seattle's skyline, complete with Space Needle. As the opening piano music begins, a golden dragon swoops over the city skyline, circling the Space Needle and diving.

VOICEOVER, WOMAN'S VOICE, ENGLISH ACCENT: "...you know only / A heap of broken images, where the sun beats, / And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief..."

V.O., YOUNG GIRL: Faeries are real. Myths and legends alive and walking the city. It's a lot to take in, isn't it? But there's more than one kind of hero in the world, and I should know.

SCENE: The dragon roars, a small group of men and women rush into battle against a hideous beast out of nightmare.

V.O., YOUNG GIRL: I grew up in a world of heroes, where knights really do rescue fair maidens and ordinary fae face down gods and demons...

SCENE changes to a church interior, a honey-haired woman standing before a stained glass window. At either side of her is a child, one girl golden-haired, about five, the other brown-haired and round, about ten.

V.O.: But the one thing my mother taught me, one thing I learned over and over again, in the stories and myths of the fae, is that there's always a price to be paid for victory...

SHOT: The woman kneels and hugs the younger girl, who is weeping. Camera pans up to show the angel in the stained glass.

V.O.: ...and it's never cheap.

FADE to shot of our heroes, first a regular-looking Joe, er, Ed, rather, hunched over a drafting table--except this regular-looking Joe has horns, a satyr. FADE to a short, attractive woman, a boggan, Rosie. She talks to an unseen companion across the table and pours a cup of tea, while:

V.O.: But the ones who most often persevere, the ones the tales leave out, are the ordinary folk, the ones with the power of home and heart and soul over nobility and beauty. They're the only true hope we have left.

MUSIC: Piano gives way to guitar power chords, ethereal woman's voice gives way to a man's harsher sound, as the song crashes into the first chorus.

MONTAGE: Shot of a gun firing from a car window into a crowd, various action shots, our heroes running, pulling the girls by the hand. The dragon of the first shot rears up and slams feet down before two pursuers, letting the four getting further away.

MUSIC DOWN and FADE in to: English woman from the voiceover, a blond satyr, across a table from our heroes, reading from a book.

WOMAN: "I will show you fear in a handful of dust." (She closes the book.) They're going to open it again and this time it will destroy everything.

ROSIE: They?

WOMAN: Sometimes the enemy of your enemy isn't your friend.

(PAUSE. Ed and Rosie just look at each other.)

ED: Fate just sucks, I swear.

BLACKOUT. MUSIC up again.

TEXT: Strange Bedfellows, coming April 2003, after the kids go to bed...

Posted by Lisa at April 27, 2003 04:30 AM | Changeling