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I wish I'd written the prompt down for this one. I think it was "incorporate time into your scene somehow", but I'm not sure. Anyway, this was HEAVILY inspired by "Waiting For Godot", even though I really don't like that play. It's about a vicious cycle. It's also alot more stage directions than I normally write, but I had a specific vision for this, and the stage directions actually helped make the way I wanted it to READ more clear to the people who read it. I think there's enough creative freedom for the set to make people happy. Hell, it could be performed in a VOID for all it matters. It's s'posed to be a little abstract.

W: So.
T: So.
W: We've been together a long time.
T: Yup
W: Parting is quite difficult.
T: It is.
W: (raises an arm half-way, decides not to wave, and drops it) Well, uh, see ya.
T: Yup. Later.
W: (climbs into a large, odd-looking machine and disappears)
T: Well, I'm glad THAT'S over with. Maybe now I can focus on my Sangui-o-meter Converter Negation Machine (turns to a desk with a small machine, full of buttons and wires. Begins working vigorously on it. Pauses, looks around, sighs, and turns back to machine). Yes, it is wonderful to be able to concentrate, finally! (Sigh) (Pauses again and looks up) ... Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! (turns back to machine and cranks at it more vigorously than before. Pauses one last time to study work. Begins to weep bitterly). Oh Gods! I miss him! I can't believe it, but I miss that damn nosey lunatic! Dammit! (slams fist into table, consequently dislodging many tiny pieces from the machine) Oh, CRAP! Even when he's not here, he screws with my mind! (slams head into table)
W: (a large cloud of smoke and Wings and his machine reappear) OOoooooooooooooouch! Stupid! (throws a map overboard and leaps out).
T: WINGS! You're back! Oh thank ALL that's holy! (leaps into Wings' arms and hugs him)
W: Tyrian? You feeling okay?
T: (weeps bitterly into Wing's shoulder) I .... machine, it .... brkoe .... pieces ... you gone .... head ... mine ... my mind .... pieces .... machine ....
W: Calm down! Its okay, really. (pats Tyrian's back) I'm here now.
T: (blows nose into Wings' collar)
W: (disgusted, dislodges Tyrian from his neck and looks to the desk with the machine on it) Oh, Tyrian! Your machine is broken! (rushes over and starts trying to fit pieces back together)
T: Yeah, it fell apart ... um, yeah. (scratches head) Can you fix it?
W: It'll take awhile, but yeah, I can. (sits down at desk)

DAYS PASS

T: (leaning obnoxiously over Wings' shoulder) How's it comin'?
W: (rolls eyes in annoyance) Just a few more days, and I think it'll be done. Now, go *away*.
T: (huffs and pouts like a little kid) Geez, what got up your butt?
W: (glares at Tyrian until he leaves)

A FEW MONTHS LATER

T: So
W: So
T: Saying goodbye is harder than I thought.
W: Uh-huh
T: Well ... (reaches out to Wings, thinks better of it, and moves away) See ya.
W: yeah.
T: (hops into Wings' machine and disappears in a cloud of smoke)
W: (brushes hands off) Thank GODS! (sits down at desk to work on machine) Now I can *concentrate*!