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Forum Name: Our Witches at War
Topic ID: 41
#0, A17 promo spot, 2412.04.01
Posted by Gryphon on Jan-01-17 at 04:53 PM
LAST EDITED ON Jan-02-17 AT 01:30 AM (EST)
(with apologies to Brad Bird)

INT. DAY. A large, well-appointed bedroom on a moderately high floor of an urban building. Outside the window, the façade of another tall, modern-looking building can be seen across the street.

GERTRUD BARKHORN stands before a dressing mirror, tying the ribbon of one of her pigtails. She's wearing the full dress uniform of a major general in the Karlsland Luftwaffe, with all the medals, and looks to be about thirty.



Suddenly the room shakes, rattling the framed portraits of the KAISER and HANNELORE VON HAMMER on the wall near the dressing table, as a GIANT ROBOT walks past the window, heading down the street outside. We don't get a look at very much of it, just enough to convey the impression that it is very large indeed. A trio of jet-equipped WITCHES follow, cannons blazing. TRUDE looks up, startled, runs to the window for a better look, then hurriedly turns around and darts back to the dressing table. With a decisive sweep of her hand, she knocks some of the clutter of cosmetics and whatnot out of the way and presses a button, then turns around as the opposite wall unfolds to reveal a plotting table, a radar ground station console, and a Striker launch stage. The Striker stage is empty.

(calling loudly)

N.B. All of HARTMANN's lines are shouted from another room, off-camera.


Where's my Striker Unit?


Where—is—my—Striker Unit!

Outside the window behind TRUDE, one of the PURSUIT WITCHES spins past, out of control, her Striker on fire. She BAILS OUT and parachutes to safety just before it slams into the building across the street. TRUDE whirls to look at the sound of the crash.

I uh... put it away!

(gazing in horror at the fireball, which is reflected in her eyes and on the interior wall behind her)

Why—do you need—to know?

I need it!

She runs into a closet and starts throwing shoeboxes, clothes, and other oddments out of it.

Nuh-uh! Don't you even think about flying off to do any derring-do. We've been planning this dinner for two months!

TRUDE bursts out of the closet, unknowingly draped in a couple of mismatched socks and a bra that, based on its size, is probably not hers.

The public is in danger!

My evening is in danger!

TRUDE loses her patience; her magic releases as she slams a fist sideways into the wall next to the closet door, cratering the plaster.

Will you tell me where my Striker is, woman?!


Avalon 17 Presents

Friday nights at 8:30

#1, RE: A17 promo spot, 2412.04.01
Posted by Peter Eng on Jan-01-17 at 07:20 PM
In response to message #0
This scene never gets old.

Peter Eng
Insert humorous comment here.

#4, RE: A17 promo spot, 2412.04.01
Posted by Star Ranger4 on Jan-04-17 at 04:15 PM
In response to message #1
>This scene never gets old.
and proves why the smarter of us RCW's know better than to be drinking ANYTHIHNG while reading the fora.

#2, RE: A17 promo spot, 2412.04.01
Posted by Droken on Jan-01-17 at 08:12 PM
In response to message #0
eheh...well played. That took me a few moments to come down from the giggle-fit :)

#3, RE: A17 promo spot, 2412.04.01
Posted by SpottedKitty on Jan-02-17 at 01:58 AM
In response to message #2
>That took me a few moments to come down from the giggle-fit :)

It was the "probably not hers" line that started my one... it hasn't stopped yet.

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#5, RE: A17 promo spot, 2412.04.01
Posted by Gryphon on Nov-27-17 at 09:34 PM
In response to message #0
(with apologies to Tim Schafer)

EXT. DAY. A WITCH equipped with a modern F-86 Sabre Striker Unit cruises high in a brilliant, cloudless morning sky, high above a brown, scrubby desert. As the camera draws nearer, we see it's SHIRLEY YEAGER, now in her late twenties and sporting the uniform and rank insignia of a Liberion (no longer Army) Air Force major.



With a smile, SHIRLEY puts on a little more speed and slides into formation alongside another aeronaut: URSULA HARTMANN, although without her glasses the only way to tell she's not Erica is that her leather flying jacket has a tag that says U. HARTMANN on it. She's also equipped with a jet Striker (a V-tailed design resembling the never-built Focke-Wulf Ta 183), and is wearing a bulky, angular backpack made of some shiny dark-blue material with a jaunty yellow stripe.

Say there. Is that a pre-regulation Destroyer-class solid-fuel recoil booster you have there?

Why yes it is!

She reaches up and lowers a pair of tinted goggles over her eyes.

Ta ta!

URSULA'S backpack suddenly opens a set of louvered ports on the back and emits a great cloud of fire and smoke, rocketing her away at fantastic speeds and leaving SHIRLEY coughing and sputtering.

(waving away smoke, but still smiling)


Avalon 17 Presents

Friday nights at 8:30

#6, RE: A17 promo spot, 2412.04.01
Posted by Lime2K on Nov-28-17 at 03:39 PM
In response to message #5
>Say there. Is that a pre-regulation Destroyer-class solid-fuel recoil
>booster you have there?

Poor Shirley. She's never gonna make it across Poyahoga Gorge at this rate.

The One True Evil Overlord
"This is the last photo ever taken of Professor Schmetterleen"

#7, RE: A17 promo spot, 2412.04.01
Posted by Berk on Nov-28-17 at 06:36 PM
In response to message #6
I did not put that all together, somehow.

Until right now.