Story 571: Just an Everyday Quest

             (In a deep, dark, dank dungeon, a Mage, a Fairy, and a Demigod burst through the door and onto the staircase that leads down, down, down)

Mage: (After all three pick up themselves and their fantastical accessories) Right: we have our Quest and we know what to do about it, yes?  (Fairy raises a hand)  Yes?

Fairy: (Lowers hand) I forget: are we on the side of the heir-to-the-throne who was usurped and wants to restore law and order and peace throughout the land, OR are we on the side of the usurping monarch who also wants to restore law and order and peace throughout the land, and is backed by the army and actually better liked by the people so the usurped heir pressing a claim will only lead to conflict, destruction, and death?

Mage: We’re… hm, just a moment – (Checks through scrolls in a satchel) The first one.

Demigod: So does being on either side make us the bad guys no matter what?

Mage: Listen, that’s all just backstory: we’re on a Quest for… (Checks through scrolls again) just a moment –

Extreme Sorcerer: (Voice booms through the whole dungeon) Can we get this Quest going sometime today?  The Game’ll be on the… scrying bowl in two hours.

Mage: (Shoves the scrolls back into the satchel and grasps a magical staff authoritatively) Yes of course, Extreme Sorcerer, Ruler of Our Fates: the Quest shall commence at once!

Extreme Sorcerer: (Voice) Great.  Proceed down the stairs, then.  (The three reach the bottom of the staircase) Now, there is a door in front of you. 

(A door appears)

Fairy: Ah!  There it is.

Extreme Sorcerer: (Voice) You may go through it.

Demigod: (To Mage) You first.

Mage: If you insist.  (Gingerly opens the door, then peeks both ways down a long corridor faintly lit by torches) Am I seeing anything?

Extreme Sorcerer: (Voice) I don’t know, are you?

Mage: (Slightly testy) You’re supposed to tell me, oh Master of Dungeons.

Extreme Sorcerer: (Voice) …Oh right.  Let’s see…. Nope: all clear.  Continue proceeding.

Mage: (Sarcastically) Many thanks.

(All three tentatively exit the room into the corridor)

Fairy: Right or left?

Demigod: Does it really matter?  We’ll eventually wind up in the center room anyway.

Mage: Well, if we want to speed-run this thing, we should go left.

(They go left a few paces and turn a corner)

Extreme Sorcerer: (Voice) Aha!  You have chosen a treacherous path, for now the Ravenous Beast approaches!

(The Ravenous Beast suddenly appears in the corridor in front of the trio, then growls and waves limbs threateningly their way)

Mage: Oh, fiddlesticks – is this the time to use my All-Encompassing Wind Charm, then?

Demigod: I wouldn’t blow that on our first opponent; you might need it in the final boss battle.

Fairy: I have just the thing.  (Waves a leafy branch at the Ravenous Beast, creating a force that blasts the latter into oblivion) Heh-heh, I have all the protection powers.

Mage: Yeah, leave some for the rest of us.

Extreme Sorcerer: (Voice) Curses!  You defeated my first warrior, but there are more, ready and waiting to defeat you!

Demigod: Well, yes, otherwise this is basically a treasure hunt in a maze.

Extreme Sorcerer: (Voice) …Behold!  A door to a room appears!

(A door appears)

Mage: Good, let’s make some actual progress here.

(They enter a large, seemingly empty room)

Mage: Sooooo… anything here?

Extreme Sorcerer: (Voice) Hm?  Oh, yeah, just a second.

(An ancient wardrobe and a massive table with a spell book and candles suddenly appear)

Fairy: Ooh, neat.  Can I go read the book?

Mage: No time for that; we need to find treasure.  (Speaks to the ceiling) Is there any treasure here?

Extreme Sorcerer: (Voice) What, do I have to do everything for you?

Mage: Since you control this world, yes!

Extreme Sorcerer: (Voice) Oh.  Then no.

Mage: Drat.

Extreme Sorcerer: (Voice) Oops, almost forgot.

(Two Fighting Skeletons appear)

Mage: Are you kidding me?!

Extreme Sorcerer: (Voice) Go ahead – do your worst!

(The battle is long and fierce, but eventually the three compatriots triumph after heavy losses)

Mage: I can’t believe we’ve barely started and my power’s almost gone!

Fairy: Mine’s not so great either – can I reset somewhere?

Extreme Sorcerer: (Voice) No!  But you can check if there’s something special for you in here.

Fairy: Neat.  (Goes to the spell book and pulls out a glowing spell) Awesome!  Infinity Healing!

Extreme Sorcerer: (Voice) WHAT?!  Wait a minute, that’s not a thing!

Fairy: Is too, see!  (Holds up the spell)

Extreme Sorcerer: (Voice) Hm.  Well, I’m sure there’s something to undermine that, don’t you worry.

Demigod: Anything else here, or can we just leave?

Extreme Sorcerer: (Voice) Yeah, you might as well go; that room’s dry now.

(The three exit the room and continue down the corridor in the same direction they were heading before, then turn another corner)

Extreme Sorcerer: (Voice) Behold!  Another door appears – (A door to a room appears) and also this guy.  (The Gibbering Goblin appears at the end of the corridor) The Gibbering Goblin, a most fearsome foe!

(The Gibbering Goblin gibbers a bit, then turns and runs around the corner there)

Demigod: Oh no you don’t!  (Raises a giant club and begins to take chase)

Mage: STOP!  (Demigod skids to a stop) WHAT.  ARE YOU.  DOING?!

Demigod: Going after the fearsome foe.

Mage: A foe who is clearly luring you away from the group so we’re divided and weakened!

Fairy: Yeah, even I can tell that’s the play here, and I’m not too quick on the uptake.

Demigod: Can’t just let `em get away though; we’ll have to deal with `em eventually anyway.

Mage: Yes, eventually!  Together!  You go alone now, you’ll get taken out in two seconds – (Through clenched teeth) now-you-get-back-here!

Demigod: (Slumps in disappointment, then moves to rejoin the group) Oh all right –

Extreme Sorcerer: (Voice) Not so fast!  (Demigod freezes) It’s not your turn anymore.

Demigod: Oops.

Mage: (To Demigod, teeth still clenched) Well-when-it’s-your-turn-you-get-back-here!

Demigod: Aye-aye.

Fairy: (Now sitting on the floor and playing with the leafy branch) Is it my turn?

Mage: ….

Demigod: ….

Extreme Sorcerer: (Voice) I lost track – someone go.  (Demigod starts to move) Not you!

Demigod: Right.

Mage: This is going to be a looooong Quest….

TWO HOURS LATER

(In the center room of the dungeon, Mage, Fairy, and Demigod do battle against the Gibbering Goblin, the Vexing Vampire, and the Repugnant Reaper)

Mage: (Brandishes the magical staff) At last!  I deploy the All-Encompassing Wind Charm to strike the final blow!  (Deploys the All-Encompassing Wind Charm at the Repugnant Reaper)

Extreme Sorcerer: (Voice) Ooh, nice try, but counteracted by the Immovable Object Spell! 

(The Repugnant Reaper remains immovable in the midst of the all-encompassing wind)

Mage: Hey!  That was the best – and last – spell in my possession, and now it’s just –  (Blows a raspberry) counteracted?!

Extreme Sorcerer: (Voice) Such is life.  Speaking of which, there goes yours.

Mage: Oh.  (Is unceremoniously felled by the Repugnant Reaper)

Demigod and Fairy: NOOOOOO!!!!!

Demigod: (Falls to knees next to Mage’s body) How can this be?!  We’re all together like you said, and you were still taken out in two seconds!

Mage: (Mutters) Quit it.

Extreme Sorcerer: (Voice): You’re up next, Demigod!  Let’s see if you can succeed where your all-powerful Mage could not, BWAHAHAHAHAHA – !

Demigod: (Stands again) Yeesh, take it down a notch.

Extreme Sorcerer: (Voice) Sorry: got a little carried away there.

Demigod: (Turns to face off against the Gibbering Goblin) Attack!  (Smites the Gibbering Goblin a powerful blow with the giant club)

Extreme Sorcerer: (Voice) Huh.  That was actually effective.

(The Gibbering Goblin is obliterated)

Demigod: (Raises the giant club in victory) Yesssss!!!

Extreme Sorcerer: (Voice) BUT AT WHAT COST?!

Demigod: (Lowers the giant club) Huh?

Extreme Sorcerer: (Voice) That last attack drained all your remaining power, so you now have zero defenses, my friend!

Demigod: <Gulp!>

Extreme Sorcerer: (Voice) And now!  Can you defeat THE VEXING VAMPIRE?!

(Demigod and the Vexing Vampire mutually destroy each other)

Demigod: (Falls to the floor next to Mage) Dang it.

Mage: Want a pillow?

Demigod: I’m good, thanks.

Fairy: (Twirling the leafy branch lazily through the air) Is it my turn?

Extreme Sorcerer: (Voice) …Yes.  You’re the only player left.

Fairy: Sweet.  (Points the leafy branch at the Repugnant Reaper and zaps the latter) Take that! 

(The Repugnant Reaper remains as-is)

Extreme Sorcerer: (Voice) Aha!  No effect!  And now, adventurer, time to MEET YOUR DOOM!

Mage: (Covers eyes) I can’t watch.

(The Repugnant Reaper slowly reaches out to Fairy)

Extreme Sorcerer: (Voice) Behold!  The Unavoidable Curse that is… THE FINALITY FINISHER!  AHAHAHAHAHA – !

Demigod: Seriously dude, you’re enjoying this way too much.

Extreme Sorcerer: (Voice) SILENCE, FALLEN HERO!  Ahem.  THE FINALITY FINISHER! 

(The Repugnant Reaper channels that curse at Fairy)

Fairy: (Holds up the glowing spell as a shield) INFINITY HEALING!

Extreme Sorcerer: (Voice) Oh rats, I forgot you had that one.  BUT IT CAN ONLY BE USED ONCE, MWAHAHA – !

Fairy: Nah-uh, `cause it’s Infinity, I can use it forever!

Extreme Sorcerer: (Voice) …Hang on.  (Sounds of pages turning) ...Hang on.  (Sounds of pages turning) Aha, yes!  You can’t use it when – oh wait, we’re not doing that storyline.  (Sounds of pages turning) …Hang on –

Fairy: (Bobbing up and down in excitement) So do I win?

Extreme Sorcerer: (Voice) …Hang on –

Mage: (Abruptly stands, followed by Demigod) Oi!  Did Fairy win or what?!

Extreme Sorcerer: (Voice) (Sounds of pages spilling to the floor) No fair, no fair, you can’t win by just… not-dying!  You didn’t truly defeat your opponent in battle!

Fairy: Yes I did – by not-dying, my opponent finally gave up and I win!  (Points to the Repugnant Reaper, who has been shuffling off back into the corridor)

Extreme Sorcerer: (Voice) (To the Repugnant Reaper) You get back in there this instant!  (The Repugnant Reaper waves off Extreme Sorcerer and continues down the never-ending corridor) Unbelievable!  The most powerful players were destroyed, and the weakest one wins by doing practically nothing?!

Fairy: Such is life!  (Suddenly serious) I want my treasure now.

Extreme Sorcerer: (Voice) Ugh, fine: here.  (A giant ruby appears in the middle of the room) All yours.

Fairy: (Takes the ruby reverently as Mage and Demigod look on in awe) Wow.  (Turns to the other two while shoving the ruby into a satchel) I accept this treasure on your behalf: it rightly belongs to all of us.  But I’m keeping it.

Mage: By all means.  Well-fought, young adventurer; well-fought.

Demigod: Aye.  You did us proud and made our embarrassing defeat worth it in the end.

Extreme Sorcerer: (Voice) (Disgusted) Whenever your mutual-admiration fest is over, make sure you clean up this dungeon on your way out – I want it spotless before the next Quest, because I am not dealing with a repeat of today’s disaster, understood?

Mage, Demigod, and Fairy: (Directed to the ceiling) Oh yes, Extreme Sorcerer!

Extreme Sorcerer: (Voice) Good.  Now, don’t bother me for the rest of the night.  (Footsteps recede and a distant door shuts as Extreme Sorcerer travels to the scrying bowl to witness The Game)

Mage: (To Fairy and Demigod in the now-empty dungeon) I think this all this effort calls for pizza, don’t you?

Fairy and Demigod: Huzzah!

Story 561: What Were the Witches of "Macbeth" Really Up To?

[All lines in quotes are from Macbeth by William Shakespeare]

(Spooky weather descends upon a medieval Scottish heath as three cloaked figures gather)

First Witch: “When shall we three meet again/ In thunder, lighting or in rain?”

Second Witch: How about in warm weather, clear skies, and low humidity instead – sound good?

First Witch: Yeah, fine with me.

Third Witch: No argument here.

First Witch: So!  The reason we’re meeting here today is about those never-ending wars that keep popping up around here: you think we should try to do something to, I dunno, stop them?

Second Witch: Great idea!  And as I always say, a little positive reinforcement goes a long way: those Macbeth and Banquo chaps seem like decent fellows, defending the King and all; let’s let them know their future rewards now and that should spur them on to do their best to keep the peace in this land even more!

Third Witch: Sound notion!  I second it wholeheartedly.

First Witch: And I third it.  Let’s flip the script on this warmongering country for once, shall we?

First, Second, and Third Witch: “Fair is foul, and foul is fair” – bad will become good, at last!

First Witch: I love using our powers for good and not for evil, don’t you?

Second Witch: `Tis a blessing, to be sure.

Third Witch: Just wish we weren’t treated like garbage and banished all the time for it.

(All three sigh in regret)

SEVERAL HOURS LATER

(The Three Witches, on the same heath, are seated in a circle and playing dice)

Second Witch: I win, again!

First Witch: Drat: I should’ve paid more attention to maths the one time it was actually being taught to me.

(A drum is heard in the distance)

Third Witch: “A drum, a drum!/  Macbeth doth come.”

First Witch: How you figure?  That drum could mean anyone doth come.

Third Witch: (Points to forehead) I’m using my inner eye.

First Witch and Second Witch: (Nod in understanding) Ahhhhh….

(They stand and pose witchily as Macbeth and Banquo enter heath right)

Macbeth: Behold: witches!  Always a good sign.

First Witch: (To Second Witch and Third Witch) Here we go – make it good.  (To Macbeth and Banquo) “All hail, Macbeth!  Hail to thee, thane of Glamis!”  (Gestures to Second Witch)

Second Witch: “All hail, Macbeth, hail to thee, thane of…” (Holds hands to forehead briefly) “Cawdor!”

Third Witch: (With an overly dramatic flourish) Ooh, ooh, “All hail, Macbeth, thou shalt be king hereafter!”

First Witch and Second Witch: (Whirl on Third Witch) WHAT?!

Third Witch: (Blankly) What?  I’m doing the positive reinforcement thing like you said.

First Witch: (Turns, groveling, to Macbeth) What my weird sister meant is, thou shalt be like a king, in that thou shalt rule the people’s hearts and minds –

Macbeth: (Strokes his chin with a raised, conniving eyebrow) King, eh?  A few bodies stand in my way, primarily the current King himself, but they shouldn’t be a problem – for long.

First Witch: Now wait just a minute –

Banquo: Hey, what about me?  Do I get to be king, too?

Third Witch: (Holds hands to forehead briefly again) Ummm – “Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none.”  (Is smacked upside the head by First Witch) OW!  What was that for?!

Banquo: Woo-hoo!  I’m the source of royalty, that’s amazing!

First Witch: (Hisses to Third Witch) Peace, you fool!

Third Witch: (Hisses back) Why?  That should keep Macbeth in check, don’t you think?  If he won’t have any kings in his family line, then he won’t be so eager to grab the throne in the first place and will just let the succession proceed naturally, right?

(The Witches turn to see Macbeth sharpening his sword and dagger while staring evilly at the oblivious Banquo)

First Witch: (To Third Witch) You wanna rethink that?

(Macbeth then whips out a quill and parchment and starts a letter)

Macbeth: Dearest Wife: You will never believe what happened to me today.  Tell me – what are your thoughts on proactive upward mobility?

(Macbeth and Banquo leave the heath, with Macbeth leaning on Banquo’s back to write his treasonous letter)

First Witch: I think we accidentally set things in motion that are going to end up really, really badly.

Second Witch: I would like to take this opportunity to remind everyone that I only mentioned the promotion that Macbeth was going to receive anyway, so I take no responsibility for any duplicitous and bloody thoughts planted in that dude’s head.

Third Witch: But he seemed so noble....

First Witch: They always do in the beginning.

SEVERAL DAYS LATER

(The Three Witches meet on the heath again, very agitated)

First Witch: (Pacing) So, that escalated quickly: King Duncan, murdered; his son Malcolm, run away to England; Banquo, murdered on the orders of his former best friend – but!  At least his son Fleance got away to continue the family on through to King James VI of Scotland –

Third Witch: (Holds hands briefly to forehead) Who also will be King James I of England.

First Witch: Really?  Well, that’s an interesting turn of events.

Second Witch: I did hear that Banquo’s ghost made a guest appearance at – ugh – King Macbeth’s dinner party last night.

First Witch: Good for him: a little posthumous revenge is always healthy.  But now, you should know that Boss got word of all this and she’s none too happy.

Third Witch: Heh, she never is.

First Witch: I’d keep that observation to myself, if I were you.

(A flash of lightning and a crash of thunder reveal Hecate, making the Three Witches cringe and cower in fear)

Hecate: (Arms raised in fury) “How did you dare/To trade and traffic with Macbeth/ In riddles and affairs of death;/ And I, the mistress of your charms/ The close contriver of all harms/ Was never call’d to bear my part/ Or show the glory of our art?”

First Witch: Ummm….

Hecate: “And, which is worse, all you have done/ Hath been but for a wayward son/ Spiteful and wrathful, who, as others do,/ Loves for his own ends, not for you.”

First Witch: …Yeah, we went a little off-script there.  (Glares at Third Witch)

Third Witch: In our defense, oh Mistress of the Night, with the information we had been given on Macbeth’s character and integrity, we had no way to predict that he’d turn into a complete psychopath.

Hecate: Enough!  (The other three cower again) Fix this, before the entire population of Scotland is wiped out through his whims!

Second Witch: Most certainly, oh Bringer of Light; just one question – we three will not all share equally any possible punishment you may decide to dole out, yes?

Hecate: You three will be doomed to remain trapped for eternity in your cave or tree or wherever it is you call home by the time I’m through with you!  Imagine a rhyming couplet here; and with that, I am gone.  (Vanishes along with the bad weather)

First Witch: Well, that could’ve gone better.

Third Witch: Also could’ve gone worse

First Witch: True.

SEVERAL DAYS LATER

(The Three Witches use their magic to drag a cauldron full of water up onto the heath)

First Witch: All right, empty out your pockets, we’ve gotta make this thing look good.

Second Witch: (Pulls out items from cloak) Let’s see, I’ve got some… ginger root, a few elderberries, and a piece of willow bark.

First Witch: Great for headaches.  (To Third Witch) You?

Third Witch: (Holds out several items) Some lavender and a bunch of blueberries.

First Witch: (Nods) I think we can make those work.  (Holds out an herb) I found some sarsaparilla.

Second Witch and Third Witch: (Lean in to see) Oooohhhh….

First Witch: I think we’re all ready to go, then: let’s get this brew started and set the mood before Macdouche gets here.

(They use their magic to start a fire and boil the water, then begin throwing their items into the cauldron)

All: “Double, double toil and trouble;/ Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.”

Second Witch: (Getting carried away with throwing in the elderberries) “Eye of newt and toe of frog/ Wool of bat and tongue of dog – ”

First Witch: Would you knock it off?!  That’s absolutely disgusting!

Third Witch: Ooh, what about “Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf – ”

First Witch: No, no, no!

Third Witch: Rats.

First Witch: And not them either!  It’s such behavior that gives us a bad name, you know that?

Second Witch: (Suddenly looks up and holds hands to forehead briefly) “By the pricking of my thumbs/ Something wicked this way comes.”

First Witch: Oh cripes, Royal Pain’s here already, is he?

Second Witch: `Fraid so.  And now my thumbs hurt for some reason because of him.

(Macbeth enters heath left, wearing a huge crown on his head and robes of guilt and extreme ambition)

Macbeth: Hello there, evil hags.

First Witch: (Muttering) Why you little –

Macbeth: Things aren’t looking so good for me and missus right now: lots of nobles running off to England and plotting to overthrow us; Malcolm working with the English to take back the throne, which is a slippery slope if I ever heard one –

Second Witch: Yeah, you let the English in and they’ll never leave.

Macbeth: Quite.  So, tell me how the wife and I can come out on top of all this, m’kay?

First Witch: What for?  You made this mess, you clean it up!  Besides, it’s not as if you paid us for the fortunes we told you the first time!

Second Witch: (Elbows First Witch and whispers) Hecate won’t be too pleased if she hears this – remember, he’s liable to obliterate the entire county at the rate he’s going.

First Witch: (Whispers back) Gotcha.  (To Macbeth) Very well, here are more previews of your fate.  (Adds the sarsaparilla to the cauldron and stirs) “Pour in… (Shudders with disgust) sow’s blood” – blah, blah, blah, here are some spirits!  (After a few moments of inaction, First Witch grits teeth while addressing Second Witch and Third Witch) I say again, Here are some spirits!

Second Witch: Oh!  Right.  (Throws on a different cloak and appears to be a spirit) “Macbeth!  Macbeth!  Macbeth!”

Macbeth: Yes, I’m still here.

Second Witch: “Beware Macduff!”

Macbeth: Knew it!  Always hated that guy.

(First Witch nudges Third Witch)

Third Witch: (To First Witch) You’ll love this; I’ve got a good one.  (Also throws on a different cloak and appear to be a spirit) “Be bloody, bold – ” wait, how am I gonna word this?

Macbeth: Sorry?

Third Witch: I mean, “Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn/ The power of man, for none of woman born/ Shall harm Macbeth.”  Yeah, that oughta do it.

First Witch: (Whispers to Third Witch) Brilliant!  (They surreptitiously high five each other)

Macbeth: Wonderful!  That must mean that no one can kill me and I am immortal.

First Witch: …If you say so.

Macbeth: Is that all?  I need to cover all contingencies.

First Witch: Well, there’s one more.  (Also throws on a different cloak and appears to be a spirit) “Macbeth shall never vanquish’d be until/”… um… “Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill/ Shall come against him.”

Second Witch: (Whispers to First Witch) How’s that?

First Witch: (Whispers back) The invading army uses the trees’ branches to disguise their numbers.

Second Witch: Great, he’ll never figure that one out, either!  Walk right into his own undoing!

First Witch: (To Macbeth) And one more thing – (Shows shadow puppets standing in a row) Here’s the line of kings mentioned several acts ago, and none of them are from you!  Sure makes you want to chuck it all in now, right?!

Macbeth: These portents do give me pause.  The line of kings from the guy I had murdered so that wouldn’t happen, missing the kid who’d make sure it would, throws me off; but a moving forest and an impossible man do sound promising.  That “Beware Macduff” bit has me concerned, though: he ran off to England to go help Malcolm, so I’ll just have his entire family killed instead.  (Nods to the Three Witches) Thanks for the insider info – you’ve been a big help.  (Exits heath right)

(The Three Witches stare after him in horror, until First Witch smacks Second Witch upside the head)

Second Witch: Hey!  What now?

First Witch: “Beware Macduff”?!  That’s the one guy who can stop this monster, and now you got his whole family killed!

Second Witch: …Motivation?

First Witch: Argh!

Third Witch: You still like my C-section reference though, right?  Told the truth while making him think he’s unstoppable because no such person could possibly exist, right, right – ?

First Witch: Yes-yes-yes, you’re oh-so-clever, nobody cares because in the meantime this guy’s gonna keep on slaughtering innocent people!

Second Witch: Maybe we should’ve been more direct, and just killed him ourselves right at the start?

First Witch: (Gasps) You take that back!  We’re weird magicians, not murderers!

Second Witch: Oh right – everyone treats us that way so much that sometimes I think it’s true.

SEVERAL DAYS LATER

(The Three Witches gather on the heath during the aftermath of Macbeth’s defeat)

First Witch: Well, this is just great: so many people are dead, either by Macbeth or because of Macbeth; Lady Macbeth finally couldn’t take her dirty hands anymore so she’s dead; Malcolm will be king but now the Scottish owe the English for their help in getting rid of the tyrant so autonomous rule is on shaky ground.  What.  A.  Mess.

Third Witch: Yeah, Hecate’s not gonna be happy.

Second Witch: I would like to take this opportunity to remind everyone that nothing I said or did contributed to any of this disaster.

First Witch: Oh, quit all that, would you?!  Besides, it doesn’t matter.

Second Witch: And whyever not?

First Witch: Because we’re witches: whatever happens, good or ill, we always get the blame.

Third Witch: Sounds about right.

Story 525: Be Careful When You Wish for Snow

             (In a townhouse, Resident sits in an armchair staring out the living room window at the bright sunny day and sighs from the bottom of the lungs to the top of the mouth)

Resident: <Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh> I wish we’d have some actual snow this winter.

(A mythologically tiny person pops into view in the middle of the room)

Weather Elf: Your wish is my command!

 Resident: (Leaps out of the chair) Ah!  Demon!  (Grabs a nearby magazine and flings it at Weather Elf, who side-steps out of the way)

Weather Elf: Hey!  But I suppose my appearance was a bit abrupt – would you prefer if I popped outside and knocked on the front door instead?

Resident: (Brandishes a coaster to throw next) What?  No!

Weather Elf: Suit yourself; I’ll just pop over here and relax, then.  (Pops onto the couch and settles in) Got any tea?

Resident: Wha – I – who – you invaded my home, and now you want tea?!  What kind of burglar are you?!

Weather Elf: None, luckily for you, or else this would’ve taken a real nasty turn by now.  I’m a Weather Elf, and you summoned me here – unintentionally, it’s becoming increasingly apparent.  (Resident stares unblinkingly, coaster still raised in the air) Have a seat; we’re not going anywhere anytime soon.  And would you please put that thing down?  I’m clearly not someone who’d be affected by mortal weapons, so you’re only embarrassing yourself.

Resident: (Abashedly sets the coaster back onto a lamp table and sits in the armchair again) All right, then – what do you want?

Weather Elf: Nothing from you: as I said upon my sudden entrance, “Your wish is my command.”  (Does a slight bow while seated, for emphasis) I appropriated that line from the genies, but they’re in the process of obtaining self-emancipation and ultimate retribution so I don’t think they’ll mind too much.  Or notice.

Resident: (Thinking back) Wait, so you heard me wish for snow, and now you’re taking it upon yourself to make it happen?

Weather Elf: Pretty much.  (Nods head at the window) Take a look.

Resident: (Turns to the window and jumps out of the chair again upon seeing that the sunny day is now darkly gray and there are several inches of snow on the ground, with more continuously falling) Whoa!  When did that happen?!

Weather Elf: As soon as I got here, and all the while we’ve been… chatting.

Resident: (Still staring out the window in awe, and now softly smiling at the beauty of the winter wonderland) Wow….

Weather Elf: I know, right?  (Inspects fingernails smugly) Blizzards are my specialty.

Resident: (Snaps out of trance and whips around to face Weather Elf) “Blizzard”?!  No-no-no, I just wanted a little snow!

Weather Elf: (Lowers hand back down and softly sighs in irritation) Not a mind reader, you know.  This area hasn’t had much snow for years, and you clearly stated “actual snow”, which means you wanted a lot of it to make up for lost accumulation.

Resident: Well, yeah, but not a blizzard!  Just one or two inches to cover the grass and trees so they look like a picture postcard!  (Turns back to the window, places both hands on the glass, and leans in to get a better look) Is it a foot already?!

Weather Elf: You betcha!  I figured 18 inches oughta do it.

Resident: (Turns back to Weather Elf) “18 inches”????!!!!

Weather Elf: Uh-huh.  Haven’t seen that around here in almost 30 years, am-I-right?  Should take you straight back to the glory days of your self-absorbed childhood.  (The two stare at each other for a bit) Wanna go sledding?

Resident: No!  This much snow only means the roads’ll be impassable and people’ll probably lose power, and heat!  (Sinks into the chair and covers face with both hands) Oh no, what’ve I done?!  There was so much damage from the flooding and the winds from the random rainstorms last week, and now this!

Weather Elf: (Gets off the couch to walk over to Resident and pat the latter on the shoulder) There, there – no one’s going to lose power in this one, or get any damage, and the roads’ll stay clear so the only accumulation’ll be on the grass and the trees.  The stuff’ll even miraculously stay off the power lines and any other equipment you mortals need to run your daily lives.  Happy?

Resident: (Looks up at Weather Elf and sniffs) Even my car?

Weather Elf: (Glares at Resident) Yes, even all the cars.  It’ll be an inexplicable phenomenon that all the science nerds will spend the next century trying to figure out – but they never will, tee-hee-hee!  (Resident stares blankly at Weather Elf) C’mon, I gotta have some sprinkling of mischief in this.

Resident: Why?

Weather Elf: It’s a compulsion – can’t be helped.  So, can you finally just enjoy this weather event that you longed for, hm?

Resident: (Looks back out the window and is momentarily hypnotized by the steady snowfall and a passing rabbit hopping by in the calm scene) Yes, I think I can.  (Turns back to Weather Elf) Thank you, I really appreciate it.

Weather Elf: Good, since your eternal soul is now MINE.  (Resident’s eyes widen in horror) Had you there for a second.  I love pulling that one: freaks you mortals out every time.

Resident: No kidding.  But seriously, do I owe you some kind of payment now, like seven years of servitude or something like that?

Weather Elf: No, why would you?  You didn’t ask me specifically to do this and we didn’t sign any agreements beforehand, so why would you owe me anything?

Resident: I dunno, I guess because nothing’s ever free, and “Be careful what you wish for,” and these things always come with strings attached and, you know, everything.

Weather Elf: Well – smart, but not applicable in this case.  I really did grant your wish out of the goodness of my heart.

Resident: Aw.

Weather Elf: And I was extremely bored.

Resident: Ah.

Weather Elf: So – we good here?

Resident: Sounds like it, yeah.  Thanks again; this was… nice.

Weather Elf: You’re welcome.  Enjoy the magic of the season you so desperately crave, while it lasts.  (Pops out of view)

Resident: (Turns back to the window, smiling broadly while watching the snow accumulate another six inches on the grass while avoiding the roads and electrical equipment, then furrows brows in thought) Hmmmmm… I wonder if I can call out for a snow day even though I work from home…?

Weather Elf: (Voice) Don’t push it.

Story 482: Isn’t It Magic

(In a packed theater, Magician takes the stage)

Magician: (Bowing to thunderous applause) Thank you!  Thank you, everyone!  And now that I’ve returned the stage to this building after depositing it in the middle of the South Pole, I’m going to play that riskiest of wild cards in live entertainment and ask for a volunteer from the audience!  (Hands are raised and held down equally eagerly)  And just so you don’t think I have a prearranged assistant out there somewhere who has to watch the same show every night, I’m going to favor the higher-paying orchestra seats by tossing out this everyday, innocuous, perfectly innocent rubber ball for one of you randos to catch!  (Waves a hand to make the ball appear out of thin air) If you get hit in the head with this, your ticket purchase means you can’t sue. 

(Magician throws the ball high over the orchestra section where it is fumbled several times on the landing; meanwhile, an audience member from the mezzanine leaps off the railing, lands on a number of upraised hands to crowd surf a bit, and dives for the ball around Row J as others swarm, eventually wrenching it away and holding it aloft)

Magician: (Blinks a few times at the spectacle) Ohhhh-kaaaaay…. From what I could barely see past these blinding lights, whoever actually has the ball now, come on up!

(Volunteer runs up to the stage, leaps up the steps, and hands the ball to Magician, who makes it disappear again with a flourish)

Magician: Hello, welcome, here’s a microphone – (Drops a loop of cords around Volunteer’s neck) so I don’t have to hold one for you, and what’s your name?

Volunteer: I’d rather not announce it to a thousand strangers.

Magician: …We’ll skip that part, then.  And are you enjoying the show so far?

Volunteer: Oh yes, it’s really helping my new career.

Magician: Really, and that is…?

Volunteer: Professional Magic Debunker.

Magician: …What?!

Volunteer: You’re giving me a run for my money tonight but I think I’ve almost got it all figured out, like when everybody here mentally picked out the Queen of Spades `cause it always would be that card no matter what –

Magician: What a character!  On with the next trick!  (Stage crew members wheel out a chalkboard, a table with a hat and cards, and a chair) Now then!  Please have a seat. (Gestures to the chair; Volunteer sits) Have you ever had your mind truly read before?

Volunteer: No, and I never will because there’s no such thing as telepathy.

Magician: Ahahaha! – hold this card.  (Gives Volunteer a card) Now: I have written several numbers and words on that card that will be revealed later – please put it in your pocket for now.  (Volunteer does so).  Right: let’s begin, shall we?  (Holds hands on head while staring at Volunteer; spooky background music plays) Pick a number between 1 and 7,000, and without speaking, send it to my mind.

Volunteer: That’s impossible: the human brain has no capability to receive specific thoughts generated by the neurons of another brain as sensory input.

Magician: (Through gritted teeth) Humor me.  (Closes eyes and holds head again as Volunteer stares back) Got it!  (Writes “3,728” on the chalkboard)

Volunteer: That’s not the number I was thinking.

Magician: Oh?  Are you sure?  THEN WHAT’S IN YOUR POCKET?!

Volunteer: (Pulls out the card from earlier and holds it up for a crew member to film and project on a screen that it reads “3,728”, along with “49”, “BAT”, and “SAGITTARIUS”; the audience members cheer wildly) You already wrote this out and then said the same number just now.  Normally, I think you would have switched out the cards before the big reveal in case you couldn’t steer me to these answers, though.

Magician: (Freezes for a moment, then mutters) Blast, skipped a step.  (Louder) That was just a warm-up!  Now, the real game begins!  (Gestures for Volunteer to stand) Tell me, did you have a wallet on your person when you came up here?

Volunteer: Yes, but you lifted it before I sat down – I didn’t want to cause a scene.  You’d make an excellent thief, by the –

Magician: SO, how did it wind up in that locked box ALL THE WAY UP THERE?!!!!  (Points dramatically to a transparent box sitting on a raised platform stage left where a wallet can be seen inside; the audience members cheer wildly)

Volunteer: (Squints up at it in thought) Hmmmm… ah!  You gave it to one of the stage crew earlier, or that’s not my wallet and you’ll switch it out when you open the box later.

Magician: (Grinning in desperation; to the audience) Isn’t this one hilarious?!  (The audience members laugh)

Volunteer: I wasn’t trying to be funny –

Magician: And on to the last bit!  (Stage crew members remove the other props and wheel out a closed, long rectangular box on a raised platform) And now, with this expert witness, I will astound your minds as I proceed to SAW MYSELF IN HALF!

Volunteer: Wait, what?!

Magician: (Spins the platform around to show the audience all angles, opens all sides of the long box, hops inside to lie down, and closes the sides; to Volunteer) Now, my faithful newly-dubbed assistant, could you please check underneath this platform and all sides and confirm to our lovely audience that there are no mirrors whatsoever?

Volunteer: (Walks around the platform, peering and waving an arm below it and inspecting all sides) Well, no mirrors – (Stops at one point) although there is –

Magician: (Facing away from the audience to address Volunteer through clenched teeth) You want your wallet back?!  I also took your cell phone and an incriminating locket.

Volunteer: – nothing to see here!

Magician: (Back to the audience) Wonderful!  And here we go!  (Picks up a hand saw that was lying next to the box and saws self in half) Ooh!  Ow!  Eek!  Aha!  Faithful assistant, please pull me apart!  (Volunteer pulls the lower half of the box away that has Magician’s feet poking out of the end and waving around; the upper half waves at the audience which is cheering wildly) Now spin me!  (Volunteer spins the lower half around and then walks over to the upper half to spin that as well, to even louder cheers) Now put me back together!

Volunteer: (Reconnecting the halves) I must say, the engineering –

Magician: Isn’t this a wonderful assistant, folks?!  (The audience members cheer wildly) And now, assistant, open the box!  (Volunteer opens the lids; the intact Magician leaps out and bows to thunderous applause) Thank you!  You’ve been a wonderful audience!  (Turns to Volunteer, grabs a bunch of items out of various pockets, and hands them to the latter while removing the microphone) And you!  (Mutters) Not so great.

Volunteer: (Looks back up to the stage left platform) Hey, what happened to the box that should’ve had my wallet?!

Magician: Aha, what box?  (Menacingly) You see what I want you to see.  (Smiles broadly, then pulls a bouquet of real flowers from Volunteer’s ear) A memento for your time here tonight!

Volunteer: (Accepts the bouquet gingerly) I have to admit, that conjuring bit always gets me.