Murder Mysteries a Play for Voices (9781466109827) Read Online Free PDF Page B

and writhing without meaning.
     
    /SFX/UNIVERSE MUSIC...
    /SFX/ A NUMBER OF ANGELS ARE CHANTING LISTS
OF WORDS, ALPHABETICALLY, WHICH WE HEAR AS WE FALL, MOVING FROM ONE
VOICE TO ANOTHER...
     
    ANGEL VOICES
    (strange whispers)
    Interaction, Interest, interface,
international, intervention, invasion...// Blue Monday, Blue Moon,
blue Murder, Blue Noses, Blue Peter, Blue Pigeon, Blue Ruin, Blue
Stocking, Blue Stone...// manannan, Mara, Marool, Melsh Dick,
Melusine, Merrow...//aquatic, marine, maritime, oceanic, pelagic,
pelagian, seaworthy, thalassic...///
     
    /SFX/ ENDS. RAGUEL BEATS HIS WINGS AND LANDS
IN THE ECHOING HALL, UNDER...
     
    RAGUEL NARRATION (CONT’D)
    As I approached the bottom, I beat my wings,
slowing my descent, and stepped lightly onto the silver floor.
Phanuel stood between two angels, who were both trying to claim his
attention.
     
    ANGEL #1
    Sir. Excuse me...
     
    ANGEL 2
    Sir. This won’t take long....
     
    PHANUEL
    One at a time. You first. Hmm. No. I don't
care how aesthetically pleasing it would be. We simply cannot put
it in the centre.
     
    ANGEL #1
    But it would looks so much better. And it’s
very appropriate.
     
    PHANUEL (CONT’D)
    Background radiation would prevent any
possible life-forms from even getting a foothold; and anyway, it's
too unstable. You’ll need to completely rethink it -- maybe put it
out in the Milky Way somewhere.
     
    ANGEL #1
    Yes, sir.
     
    ANGEL 2
    Sir? I have the colours you were asking
for.
     
    PHANUEL
    Okay, let's see them. Hmm.
    (paging through them...)
    Well, I like the magenta. So that's Green,
is it? It's not exactly how I'd imagined it, but. Mm. Leave it with
me. I'll get back to you.
     
    ANGEL 2
    Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.
     
    RAGUEL THEN
    Phanuel?
     
    PHANUEL
    (brusque, dismissive)
    Oh. It’s you again. Yes?
     
    RAGUEL THEN
    I need to talk to you.
     
    PHANUEL
    Well, make it quick. I have much to do. If
this is about Carasel's death, I have told you all I know.
     
    RAGUEL THEN
    It is about Carasel's death. But I will not
speak to you now. Not here. Go to Zephkiel's cell: he is expecting
you. I will meet you there.
     
    PHANUEL
    I am far too busy for such nonsense...
     
    RAGUEL THEN
    (voice treatment)
    Go.
     
    /SFX/ THE BEATING OF WINGS. UNIVERSE
NOISE.
     
    ANGEL 2
    Excuse me, sir. Just out of interest, does
this look like Green to you? Is it how you imagined green as a
phenomenon?
     
    RAGUEL THEN
    Could be. Not my department. Tell me
something.
     
    ANGEL 2
    If I can, sir.
     
    RAGUEL THEN
    That thing. What's it going to be for?
     
    ANGEL 2
    For? Why, it is the Universe.
     
    RAGUEL THEN
    I know what it's called. But what purpose
will it serve?
     
    ANGEL 2
    (rebuking)
    It is part of the plan. The Name wishes it;
He requires such and such, to these dimensions, and having such and
such properties and ingredients. It is our function to bring it
into existence, according to His wishes. I am sure He knows its
function, but He has not revealed it to me.
     
    RAGUEL THEN
    Yeah. Well, I can see his point on that.
     
    /SFX/ALL SOUNDS CROSS-FADE WITH
    /SFX AND MUS/ ABOVE THE CITY: SOUNDS AND
MUSIC OF ANGELS WHEELING AND CIRCLING AND DIVING. RAGUEL GLIDES,
UNDER....
     
    LUCIFER
    (in background, under...) Wheel right! Now,
gold squadron dive... and break! Second Phalanx up and left. Silver
squadron spiral rise... wait for it... now! Bronze squadron, fill
in, and hover, and rise... white squadron spiral, and break, and
gold squadron rise to fill... and return to formation... and hold
it... now bronze squadron, mark your man, and replace, and fall....
(etc -- ad lib if necessary)
     
    RAGUEL NARRATION
    High above the City a phalanx of angels
wheeled and circled and dove. Each held a flaming sword which
trailed a streak of burning brightness behind it, dazzling the eye.
They moved in unison through the salmon-pink sky. They were very
beautiful. It was -- you know on summer evenings, when you get
whole flocks of birds performing their dances in the sky?