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Lost Cause: Live! On The Grid

Lost Cause: Live! On The Grid

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Ahdgh. SONA enters, clutching her left ribcage. She appears to have been STABBED. Don’t say stabbed. For all I know, that might happen. Fucking magical idiots. Imbiciles! You know what. You’re right. I’ll fix it, She is [quite obviously] WOUNDED. DAVID Sona! Hello. SONA Yeah. DAVID You look nice. SONA I always do. DAVID Except you have a little something on your— [he realizes her wound] DAVID Oh.SONA Yeah. DAVID …should I ask, or?SONA He stabbed me again. DAVID—Conan?! SONA Who else would keep stabbing me?DAVID You’re right.SONA Could you— ?DAVIDCertainly. He exits, leaving SONA to her own accord; She removes a small wrap of sorts from a cabinet above the pantry, pulling with her teeth, before activating it, reaching for what appears to be a WAND before wrapping it around herself; she partially collapses on the counter and takes a sigh of relief, before pointing the wand briefly at her ailments; she only begins to heal barely when suddenly, she hears her employer— and magical companion— working his way in. She takes a sigh of dilapidated defeat, calling out. SONAUgh— don’t come in here! CONAN Are you serious? How long could this be taking? It’s just a stab wound.SONAI’m not ready for you yet. CONAN I would have thought for you to be halfway up the canyons by now. SONA — through the same place twice. CONAN What if I use my wand? Would that be making any difference? It’s quicker. SONA It is. CONAN So it’s settled then. SONA Well, go ahead then. CONAN —I don’t have it. SONA Then why did you say anything—?! CONAN I was just affirming it’s quickness. SONA Are you serious CONAN It is superior. SONA Forget it, I’m already finished. CONAN Well then—I guess I’m useless. SONA You’re an idiot. CONAN Did it leave a scar?SONA Probably. Last time it did. CONAN looks at his CANE SWORD with a dignified approval. CONAN That is nice, then. Remind me to send a thank you gift for him. SONA I already did. CONAN (Scoffs) Well, that’s ironic; didja consider whether you’d be getting stabbed with it?SONA [Yeah]—I contemplated. CONANGo get cleaned up. You look disheveled. SONA just groans and raises herself from atop the counter. GORLEY enters with a boba tea. GORLEY He stabbed you again.SONA Masterful observation. SONA exits, healed but, barely. GORLEYI wish I had magic. CONAN Me too. Then I’d stab you. GORLEY giggles and sips his boba tea. GORLEY Well then, kinda glad I don’t.CONAN quickly whips around and zaps him with his wand, oblitherating his BOBA TEA. CONAN (Mumbles smugly) Can’t fix that with magic. CONAN strides away.GORLEY sighs. He is covered in delicious BOBA tea, however the BOBA has spread across the floor. DAVID returns and stands at the doorway. DAVID Oh. {Enter The Multiverse} “The Secret Life of Sona”SUNNI BLŪ has just purchased a house nestled quaintly in the vacinity of former late night host CONAN O’BRIEN, and is alarmed that he is huge, has bright red hair, and can frequently enough be seen JOGGING that it IRKS her. SUNNI BLŪ YO, WHAT. AGH. [LATER] UGH.[AGAIN] UFGH. —!! MORGAN. [HANNAH EINBEINDER]MORGANWhat. What. SUNNI BLUWhat is this. MORGANWhat is what?SUNNI BLUWhat’s this. MORGANWhat are you pointing at. [CONAN O’BRIEN JOGGING, PANTING] SUNNI BLUHow can you not see that?! MORGANSee what! What am I looking at?! [she points out the window at CONAN jogging by.]MORGAN…that man?SUNNI BLUIs that a “man"?MORGANUm… yeah? I…yeah, I think that’s Conan O’ Brien, actually.SUNNI BLUAh. You know him. MORGANNo?SUNNI BLU (gesturing to red-headedness)He’s your kind. MORGANUhh—- [she shakes her head, then looks back toward the window] MORGAN CONT’DOh, you mean redheaded. SUNNI BLUThat’s…exactly what I meant. MORGANI thought you meant white. SUNNI BLUYou are white. MORGANYeah but—SUNNI BLU[a blank stare] MORGAN CONT’DNevermind. SUNNI BLUSo you know him. MORGANUhh—I mean, I know of him–yeah–SUNNI BLUHe’s your uncle or something. MORGAN–??? SUNNI BLUI see the resemblance. MORGAN👀[SUNNI grabs a bottle of vodka from the cabinet; MORGAN looks at the clock. It is predictably 7:48 AM.]SUNNI BLUTell him stop trespassing. MORGANWhat? He’s not trespassing, he’s on the sidewalk. SUNNI BLUStretching 8 feet in any direction is considered trespassing—That includes vertically. MORGANWhat! No it doesn't! No it’s not! SUNNI BLUThat’s California law, that’s what they’re designating it. I have friends in the Senate, you know.MORGANAre you serious?SUNNI BLUNever mind, I’ll tell him. I need the paper anyway. SUNNI heads towards the door. MORGANSince when do you read the— Sunni, wait— Since when do you read the paper?! SUNNI BLUI don’t I just enjoy throwing it. MORGAN No, don’t— [SUNNI has already catapulted a dummy loaded LA Times through the air at astonishingly ...
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