This is the first draft of a script for a 10 page comic of “Artscapades”.
I’ll clear up a couple things that were mentioned in my feedback. No one is really “aware” of their powers, at least in the sense that they think they can do anything incredible. This will hopefully leave the reader wondering if the things each character is able to accomplish are actually happening or if its all in their head. I’ve included some rough sketches of the cast of characters. The only one not included that is in this particular comic is David, our curator.
That reminds me. These characters are based off of people I actually work with. Nathan (yes, the guy who’s smart-watch is trying to kill everyone) requested I draw everyone once he found out I was taking this class. It as since morphed into its own creature that is entirely out of control.
Panel One: I sit in wingback chair dressed in night robe, fez, bunny slippers, holding a pipe and tumbler of brown liquid (presumably whiskey or brandy) Room is traditional, high-end study w/ book shelf and large drapes in background with small table by chair that has decanter and pipe holder along w/ lamp
Quinn: “Good evening, Friend. Its so nice for you to stop in for a spell. You might wonder why I’ve called you here. And you’d be right to wonder since I didn’t call you at all. You are reading this of your own volition so don’t blame me for your compulsive lack of control.”
Panel Two: Profile of chair with me leaning out of it, blowing bubble pipe and looking stern.
Quinn: I suppose that if you’re going to stick around, I might as well share with you something interesting since no one else ever seems interested in listening to me. Your procrastination to do something worthwhile with your life is my gain.
Panel Three: Picturesque view of AGS with the van (who has little illustrated “zzz” coming from it, because yes, the Sweet Vanilla is alive). Only Jennifer’s car is in the lot (although Chris’s car is pulling into a parking space). Digital clock overlay in top right of panel reads “8:07am”
Quinn: This is the “Art Gallery Services” building, or “AGS” as people who love to create acronyms call it. We start promptly at 8am every morning. No exceptions. Except for this morning. And every other morning. Ok, we just show up whenever the F*#! we want. Nobody really starts to notice until after lunch anyway. Ah, I notice that Jennifer is on time though. Jennifer is always on time. Because she’s Jennifer. And she’s awesome. Don’t you dare say anything to the contrary and I expect you would take the appropriate steps if someone in your company dare say something to the contrary as well.”
Panel One: We get out of Chris’s car. He has kittens on his head, which are a part of his hair. I am mid-toss of throwing my backpack strap over my shoulder.
Chris: Are you sure my hair looks ok? It just feels way too soft and fluffy. I think I used the wrong shampoo.
Quinn: I promise it looks good. Stop using your sister’s shampoo and you won’t have this problem.
Panel Two: Chris and I enter office, waving greeting to Jennifer who is at her desk. Chris is running his hand through his hair, which happens to come across as him just petting one of the cats.
Panel Three-End: Chris and I are sitting at the office while others stream in. Show Alison first, then just squares (maybe set up like the Brady Bunch?) of other people greeting us.
-Nathan’s panel has his watch on his hand he’s waving with which is yelling, “don’t trust them!” His beard is responding with “but they seem nice.”
Panel One: Alison steps out of her cubicle looking chipper
Alison: “Hey could you guys help Steven and Dru load the van?”
Chris and I are already getting up and walking toward the back room with blank expressions on our faces.
Quinn: Chris, we should see if those guys need help loading the van.
Chris: Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.
Panel Two: Steven, Dru, Chris and I are loading a speedpack into Sweet Vanilla, who is rumbling happy noise with excitement to get out of the AGS parking lot. Even though Cathy is no where to be seen, her voice permeates the panel.
Cathy: Oh boy! We’ve got such a good start to the day!
Panel Three: David and Cathy are leaving the front of AGS. Behind them Jennifer’s eye’s glow and her hair becomes weightless.
Jennifer: “Something horrible is going to happen”.
Panel Four: Jennifer looks completely normal now and has a somewhat apathetic look on her face as she is getting up from her desk due to Henry’s summons.
Jennifer: “Not that you’ll listen.”
Henry: “Oh, Jennifer. Would you come in here for a moment?”
Full bleed of Sweet Vanilla. Dru is driving with Chris (who is now wearing a hat) in the passenger seat with the window open. Steven is on top of the van with a mic and stand, shirt and hair blowing in the wind, loudly singing “highway to the dangerzone!”
Panel One: Dru is wiping down plexi box (from inside the box) while Chris and Steven are removing a wrapped object. Cathy is popping a mint while David glances up from his phone to watch them. I’m just looking at the viewer with arms crossed in a “Yep, we’re doing this even though Jennifer told us not too.” type of face.
Panel Two: Close up from behind Chris and Steven as they unwrap object which is now setting on a pedestal. Steven’s hand is just about to touch the now exposed work.
Panel Three: Green light immediately starts glowing from the object, which is actually the green mask from the movie with Jim Carey, “The Mask”.
Panel Four: Steven is hovering above the ground, object in hand, an aura of green around him. He is singing a chant from Jump in the Line. Dru is still inside the plexi box, watching passively but he is also holding a battle axe he randomly obtained. Chris is screaming and running away. David is looking at Steven with a quizzical, but unafraid expression. I’m still standing with arms crossed, body now turned toward Steven. Cathy is clasping her hands in front of her with a look of joy.
(addressing myself more than viewers)
Quinn: Huh, tumblr was right. Evil things do always glow green.
Cathy: How marvelous!
David: Oh, now this is unexpected. The djimcarié tribe believed these masks were imbued with the spirit of mischief, but with the fact that this is a reproduction I assumed it’d be fine.
Panel 1: Close up of Chris with his back to the still singing Steven. He’s stilled himself, a determined look on his face.
Panel 2: Zoom in to Chris’s face, profiled, while the interior monologue starts. (maybe a pop-up bubble to try to explain how we are able to hear Chris’s thoughts- its meta)
Chris(internal): I know what I have to do. I can stop this…
Panel 3: Chris spinns dramatically, holding a very “dragonball Z” type pose with emphasis zig-zags framing him.
Chris: WITH FIRE!
Panel 4: Just Chris’s eyes, as he squints to focus, sweat beads gather on his forehead.
Chris(internal): You can do this, Chris. You’ve done it before. Just focus on the mask.
Panel 5: Steven suddenly is engulfed in flames, but continues to sing. He almost seems as if the fire is feeding the angered spirit.
Panel 6: Chris screams in panic.
Panel 8: Chris is throwing a bucket of water toward the on fire, possessed Steven (who is still singing. He’s possibly started a new song….heads will roll? Or maybe Thriller?) Dru is looming incredibly close behind Steven now, with a trident ready. No one seems to notice. I’m dancing, cus hey, Steven’s great at keeping beat. No one seems freaked out at all that Steven is engulfed in flames.
Quinn: Don’t judge. This song is my jam.”
Page 8: Steven is now soaking wet, but has stopped singing. The mask is on the pedestal and Dru is placing the plexiglass over it. David is gathering up the tools and putting them in the bag. Cathy is admiring the mask. Chris is looking at Steven with intense worry and I’m shrugging.
Steven: So we done?
Repeat of scene with Steven on top of Sweet Vanilla, now singing “we are the champions”