The Skit Is The Thing
A Metaplex Skit
Cast of Characters:
Max Cube
Max Cube VII
Max Cube VIII
Max Cube Cyborg
Kelly's Diner, Max Cube is sitting at a booth with laptop open and his fingers dancing across the keyboard. He takes a moment to sip a coffee and light up a cigarette. VII enters through the door to the left of the stage.
VII: Hello Max.
Max: Do I know you? [Max reaches for his signature weapons]
VII: Don't fret, I am an echo of your future self.
Max: Hmmm.
VII: I am here to tell you not to type the words "forever", "data" and "autumn rain".
Max: Huh?
VII: I am here to tell you not to type the...
VIII enters from center stage.
VIII: Stop VII. I'm here to tell you not to stop Max from typing.
VII: What?
Max: Huh?
VIII: I am from the alternate future where Max didn't add "forever", "data" and "autumn rain" in his one act play.
Max: But, why?
Cyborg enters from right door.
Cyborg: Hold On Fellows!
Max: Whoa now.
VII: Us?
VIII: Alternate reality us?
Cyborg: I'm here to tell you that this skit is now over.
The End.
20140302
Channel Plex: Late Night With...
*click*
Announcer: - and now heeeeere's the hero of the hour: Max!
[applause sign lights up] crowd goes wild, hooting and hollering, chanting: Maxie! Maxie! Maxie!
Max enters through the curtain in the center.
He acknowledges the band who are playing his theme song - 3AM Eternal - nodding to Frank, the band leader, then does the double gun finger over to the podium where his wing man is standing.
MAX: Woot!
FRANK: WOOT
Announcer: WHUT.
MAX to Announcer: That's Woot...
Crowd laughs...
*click*
Announcer: - and now heeeeere's the hero of the hour: Max!
[applause sign lights up] crowd goes wild, hooting and hollering, chanting: Maxie! Maxie! Maxie!
Max enters through the curtain in the center.
He acknowledges the band who are playing his theme song - 3AM Eternal - nodding to Frank, the band leader, then does the double gun finger over to the podium where his wing man is standing.
MAX: Woot!
FRANK: WOOT
Announcer: WHUT.
MAX to Announcer: That's Woot...
Crowd laughs...
*click*
Channel Plex: Medium vs Message - the Love Affair
"There's a real hunger for it
right now, all the gossip and the trash. This real almost joyful
reveling in the misery of their lives...."
"Yeah," Dexter agreed with Frank. "Maybe it's some sort of justice thing?"
Frank sipped his coffee, shifted on the steps of the trailer. Faint music could be heard from inside, someone singing along. "How do you mean?"
Dexter scanned the floodlit parking lot, the herd of the other trailers. Angst's, Pity's, Aqua's. "Like, there's not a lot of accountability these days, the bad guys get away with all the lying and greed and abuses of power... So maybe we're hungry to see people get what we think they deserve..."
"So the celebrities are the symbolic martyrs for our jealous resentment of the powerful?"
Dexter checked the time on his cell. "Well, we build them and then we tear them down. But instead of going after the real villains, the ones with real power, we attack these constructs. It's almost a religious sacrifice-of-gods-thing."
Frank ground out his cigarette. It was almost time to get her on set. "You think the kings and companies have the real power? That, in the final tally, an army is more mighty than a book? Who wins in the fight between MacDonald's and the Bible? The Senate or The Koran? Microsoft or The Art of War?"
Dexter smirked. "You're just trying to validate the importance of art because you work security for an up-and-coming film star."
Frank laughed and knocked on the trailer door. "Ms. Fujimoria? It's time."
"Yeah," Dexter agreed with Frank. "Maybe it's some sort of justice thing?"
Frank sipped his coffee, shifted on the steps of the trailer. Faint music could be heard from inside, someone singing along. "How do you mean?"
Dexter scanned the floodlit parking lot, the herd of the other trailers. Angst's, Pity's, Aqua's. "Like, there's not a lot of accountability these days, the bad guys get away with all the lying and greed and abuses of power... So maybe we're hungry to see people get what we think they deserve..."
"So the celebrities are the symbolic martyrs for our jealous resentment of the powerful?"
Dexter checked the time on his cell. "Well, we build them and then we tear them down. But instead of going after the real villains, the ones with real power, we attack these constructs. It's almost a religious sacrifice-of-gods-thing."
Frank ground out his cigarette. It was almost time to get her on set. "You think the kings and companies have the real power? That, in the final tally, an army is more mighty than a book? Who wins in the fight between MacDonald's and the Bible? The Senate or The Koran? Microsoft or The Art of War?"
Dexter smirked. "You're just trying to validate the importance of art because you work security for an up-and-coming film star."
Frank laughed and knocked on the trailer door. "Ms. Fujimoria? It's time."
Channel Plex: Lunchtime in the Cafeteria Part Three
Goner swirled the fry in the
gravy, slow brown waves. Mayganne kept reading. Angie scrolled through
the playlist, picked a track, adjusted the earphones. Goner ate the fry.
He couldn't wait anymore.
"So how is it?" he asked Mayganne. Angie turned up the volume. Mayganne looked up from the comic book.
"You will not believe what happens." Goner grinned. He felt great.
"So how is it?" he asked Mayganne. Angie turned up the volume. Mayganne looked up from the comic book.
"You will not believe what happens." Goner grinned. He felt great.
20140301
Channel Plex: First Thing In The Morning With Max & The Crew
Max: ... and that wraps up this morning's events, now over to Frank for today's forecast. I hope it's much better than what yesterday offered.
Frank: Well, all I can say is that it's more of the same, Max.
Max: So, I don't need to break out the shorts just yet.
Wraith: [chuckles] Now, that just sends shivers down my spine.
Frank laughs.
Max: You'll be happy to know that I've been working out over the winter.
Wraith: If you call walking over to the coffee pot and pouring a cup of coffee every half hour a work out.
Frank: Well, today's forecast is gonna be more of the same...
Frank: Well, all I can say is that it's more of the same, Max.
Max: So, I don't need to break out the shorts just yet.
Wraith: [chuckles] Now, that just sends shivers down my spine.
Frank laughs.
Max: You'll be happy to know that I've been working out over the winter.
Wraith: If you call walking over to the coffee pot and pouring a cup of coffee every half hour a work out.
Frank: Well, today's forecast is gonna be more of the same...
20140228
Channel Plex: Darkness In The Light
Max liked the anonymity of his job. He had
walked through the convention doors and no one had turned their heads or
given him a second glance.
He was dressed in a Hawaiian shirt and jeans. He strolled past a group of Naruto warriors and past a group of Hollowed before making it up to the registration booth. He actually stood in line right behind a fanboy dressed up like the character he voiced.
Max smiled; he had hit the pinnacle of voice-over actors. For the past three years he had been the voice of "Simon Light" in the anime series Bold Gun Crew Votillard. It was his bread and butter after spending a few years lost in the Saturday morning cartoon world, and he probably would be still if it wasn't for his agent who called him up and told him that the US company who had picked up the distribution rights to BGCV and a producer wanted the guy who had voiced "Chem Finder" in that CGI movie Citadel. They figured it was the perfect vocal tone for "Simon".
The line inched ahead at the registration desk and Max didn't mind. It gave him a chance to hear what manga/anime fans were chatting about and it also gave him fuel for his discussions. He didn't like writing a prepared speech and spouting it out like an automaton.
"Name," the girl at the desk asked.
"Cube," he leaned forward in doing his best Sean Connery. "Max Cube."
The girls eyes widened when she heard the name. "Omigawd!"
Her partner at the desk stopped what he was doing and said, "Mr. Cube! Holy crap it's you!"
"In the flesh," he said. "I'm supposed to be speaking in an hour. What room will I be in?"
He was dressed in a Hawaiian shirt and jeans. He strolled past a group of Naruto warriors and past a group of Hollowed before making it up to the registration booth. He actually stood in line right behind a fanboy dressed up like the character he voiced.
Max smiled; he had hit the pinnacle of voice-over actors. For the past three years he had been the voice of "Simon Light" in the anime series Bold Gun Crew Votillard. It was his bread and butter after spending a few years lost in the Saturday morning cartoon world, and he probably would be still if it wasn't for his agent who called him up and told him that the US company who had picked up the distribution rights to BGCV and a producer wanted the guy who had voiced "Chem Finder" in that CGI movie Citadel. They figured it was the perfect vocal tone for "Simon".
The line inched ahead at the registration desk and Max didn't mind. It gave him a chance to hear what manga/anime fans were chatting about and it also gave him fuel for his discussions. He didn't like writing a prepared speech and spouting it out like an automaton.
"Name," the girl at the desk asked.
"Cube," he leaned forward in doing his best Sean Connery. "Max Cube."
The girls eyes widened when she heard the name. "Omigawd!"
Her partner at the desk stopped what he was doing and said, "Mr. Cube! Holy crap it's you!"
"In the flesh," he said. "I'm supposed to be speaking in an hour. What room will I be in?"
Channel Plex: Lunchtime in the Cafeteria Part One
"I can't believe he took marks
off for that," Mayganne said.
Goner nodded. "So, yeah. Which means my average won't be high enough for the scholarship-thingy. Which means, well shit. It means next year will be shit." He sighed. "Hey, can I have a fry?"
"Finish them," Mayganne said with sympathy. "I'm sorry..."
Goner pouted. He felt like crap. Angie strolled down the aisle towards them, with a bag from the local comic shop.
Goner nodded. "So, yeah. Which means my average won't be high enough for the scholarship-thingy. Which means, well shit. It means next year will be shit." He sighed. "Hey, can I have a fry?"
"Finish them," Mayganne said with sympathy. "I'm sorry..."
Goner pouted. He felt like crap. Angie strolled down the aisle towards them, with a bag from the local comic shop.
Channel Plex: On the Cube Tube
".... and tonight Max's guest are: noted Hollywood
gossip columnist Aretha Dhenti, action star Matt Damon, and musical
guest Muu Junkiez... And without future delay here's the man of the
day: MAAAAX CUUUUUUUBE!...
click
"What do you mean you don't know?"
"Really I don't."
"You have to tell me something more than that."
"How can I tell you when even I don't know?"
click
"... and for a limited time offer we will include this set of tarot cards..."
click
"... repeating the news on the top of the hour. A comet streaking through the night was mistaken for a ...."
click
click
"What do you mean you don't know?"
"Really I don't."
"You have to tell me something more than that."
"How can I tell you when even I don't know?"
click
"... and for a limited time offer we will include this set of tarot cards..."
click
"... repeating the news on the top of the hour. A comet streaking through the night was mistaken for a ...."
click
20140227
Channel Plex: Clubthumper
Darius' fingers were doing the magic. His ears attuned to
the crowd, listening to their reaction as he scratched in another layer
to the groove he was building. They were into it and he was really in
the zone. He had been the house DJ for the past several months and his
reputation was growing.
"You're killing them tonite," said Suzanne as she placed a gin and tonic on the stand beside the turntables.
"Mos def," he replied. Sweat was pouring from his brow. He was in the zone and he wanted to elevate these poor desolate people who came in for a night of merriment to the next level.
"Who are you playing anyways?" she inquired. She didn't recognize the main underlying groove.
"Chakra Secrum Project," he said as he shot a glance to the album cover. "An experimental group in the 70's."
"Wicked," she replied.
"You're killing them tonite," said Suzanne as she placed a gin and tonic on the stand beside the turntables.
"Mos def," he replied. Sweat was pouring from his brow. He was in the zone and he wanted to elevate these poor desolate people who came in for a night of merriment to the next level.
"Who are you playing anyways?" she inquired. She didn't recognize the main underlying groove.
"Chakra Secrum Project," he said as he shot a glance to the album cover. "An experimental group in the 70's."
"Wicked," she replied.
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