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1 THE COLONY-a new work by Galen Roth Originally performed in the New Works Lab in the Drake Theatre Union, The Ohio State University – Columbus, Ohio on May 8th, 9th, and 10th 2009. Author / Director.............Galen Roth Artistic Director...............Chris Roche Script Facilitator..............Bernhard Malkmus Lights.................................Kevin Duchon Stage Manager..................Andrea Schimmoeller Cast: Morris................................Jessi Biggert Angela................................Jessica Studer Karen.................................Barbie Papalios Evan...................................Ben Sostrom Artie...................................Mark Hale, Jr. Melody................................Kelsey Bates Guitarist / New Music.......Chris Ray Special thanks to Mark Shanda, Mandy Fox, Alan Woods, Kristine Kearney, and The Ohio State University Theatre Department. The set is divided into seven areas: one room each for Angela, Artie, Karen, Melody and Morris. Karen’s room is in the center, with the others circled around it. The remaining two areas are a small alcove representing a closet, and another small area in front of Karen’s room, which is the entrance to the Colony. All along the walls of the entire space are pictures: photographs and paintings. They are facing backward, for now. As the audience comes in, the artists all lay down a floor pattern in their respective areas. As they finish, Angela goes around and connects all the floor patterns, while the artists do their work. This goes on for a while, so we get the feeling of an existing, working community. Bookend i Morris crosses to Angela’s room. Angela is blind, her eyes covered by gauze. Morris: I need your help. Angela: I hate doing this for you. Morris: I can’t imagine why. Angela: Don’t get smart with me. With everyone else, it’s all animals and sunshine and rainbows and flowers and flying. I get the odd falling or stuck-in-slow-motion dream, but none of them ever compare to the warping that is your unconscious mind. I don’t know how you go on living day-to-day with those images in your head. Morris: It makes the waking world appear so much less terrible. 1 2 Angela: You really frustrate me, you know that? But if you really do think this place is so terrible for you, maybe you should just stay asleep. Morris: But then we’d never get the chance to see each other. Angela: Whatever. Let’s just get this over with. Tell me what happened. Morris: I’m a bit fuzzy on the details. Angela: You leave that to me. She holds Morris in her hands as she “reads” the dream. Lights change as we see Morris go to her area and change her floor pattern. Angela (cont.): What are you up to? What are you doing? Morris has changed not only her floor pattern, but her connection to the others, as well. She goes back to Angela, and the lights come back to their original color. Angela: I don’t know what you’re up to, Morris, but I wouldn’t go through with it if I were you. Morris: What does it mean? Angela: I can’t see everything. Morris: (playing with Angela’s tape) You can’t see anything. What does it mean? Angela: It means you’re attempting things that shouldn’t be tampered with (taking back her tape). But if you’re dead-set on going through with it, you better make sure it’s what you want. You’re at a point of no return. Morris goes back to her room. Act I Scene 1-Night. Autumn. Karen lies, asleep, on her couch. The radio drones on - sounds of the weather report: DJ1: As for your weekend, it looks like it could be a wet one. There are some heavy- looking clouds off the coast. DJ2: Yeah, I know you’re used to the rain, Seattle, but this looks like it could be a ton of water in the next day or so. Probably tomorrow night or really early in the morning. 2 3 Evan rings the buzzer to be let in. Karen wakes and groggily goes to get him. Karen: Finally! She turns on the lights. Karen: (opening the door) Evan! Evan: Karen! Karen Love. Karen: How was your flight? All in one piece? Evan: I went Greyhound. I hate flying in the states. You meet so many more interesting people on the buses than you do flying. Karen: And that would be why you wanted to take the taxi instead of having me pick you up? Evan: Yeah - I can’t pass up the opportunity to talk to a taxi driver! Paid off, too. He told me some great places to check out. Karen takes his coat and hangs it over a chair. Evan drops his stuff by the couch as He and Karen go to sit on it. Karen: I could’ve told you. Evan: Hey, I’ll want to see where you have your fun, too. We didn’t get a chance to really go out the last time I swung through. I doubt you’d know the same places he did, though. Karen: You’d still trust a taxi driver’s advice? Evan: Bound to lead to some fun! Karen: Still don’t care much for playing it safe, do you? Evan: I don’t worry about much, nope - and what do you have against taxi drivers? Karen: Nothing, I guess. So was the bus ride worth it, too? Evan: Yeah, I met a few characters. Karen: And people here think I’m outgoing. You’re going to have this city by the balls. (She moves closer to him.) 3 4 Evan: I’m hoping. I’ve never been outside home for very long. I mean, I’ve traveled a lot, but I’ve never lived somewhere else. Karen: I can’t believe you’re worried about that. You’ll be fine. Just wait until you get acquainted with the city. Evan: Yeah, at least I already know some people here. If there’s ever a place I could call home, it’d be here. Oh! Before I forget! He rummages around in his backpack. He pulls out a beautiful marionette. Evan (cont.): I got this for you while I was over there. Karen: Oh, wow. It’s beautiful. Evan: You like it? She turns it over in her hands and admires it. Karen: I love it. -You’re really planning on staying put for a while? Evan: Yeah, I decided I needed a steadier source of income if I wanted to keep living the way I do. I figure I’d sacrifice travel for fun. I’ve been around a few times, and the fun is always the same, no matter where you end up. Let’s just hope I don’t get bored with the same few million people in the city! Karen: That’s the Evan I know. Plus, you’ll have me around… (She moves even closer.) Evan: I guess that’s true. (He moves away.) Karen: I’m starting to think you don’t like me. Evan: Sorry! I’m just starting to realize what staying here would mean. Karen: One-track mind. If I didn’t know you as well as I do, I’d say you were missing out on life. Evan: I’m not completely oblivious. Karen: I don’t know. I think you might be. Karen leans in close, her face inches away from his. Evan leans away; she leans with him until he can’t move back any farther. She laughs at him and gets up. Karen (cont.): Not that it matters, you always get what you want…and if you don’t want it, it doesn’t matter. 4 5 Evan: Hey, hey, hey. I just got here. You’re in a weird mood. Karen: Sorry, I’m just excited to see you. You don’t know how good it is to have a familiar face around here. Evan: Same here. Karen: Though, you don’t look the same as I remember. Evan: How do I look? Well-traveled? Wise in the ways of the world? Like I’ve been to the ends of the Earth and back? Karen: No. Evan: Oh. Karen: You always looked that way. You always had that look of someone who’s been places. Evan: Then what’s different? Karen: Oh, I don’t know. Nevermind. My mind’s been playing weird tricks on me like that lately. Tell me stories about where you’ve been since the last time I saw you. Evan: When was the last time I saw you? Karen: About 6 months ago, when you were passing through. You came back from Cancun and were on your way to Europe, I think. I bet you’ve got amazing pictures. Evan: Oh, you have no idea. (He reaches for his bag and pulls out a photo album.) Let’s see…the photographic journal of Evan…when last we left our hero, he was leaving for Europe. (Flipping through the pages.) And there we are just before I left for the airport. Karen: Before your aversion to planes, I’m guessing? Evan: Nah, I was just in a hurry to get to Europe. Here’s the airport. Here’s me getting into Heathrow. Terminal 5. Crazy place. Here’s the taxi ride to the hotel. Here’s the hotel. Here’s my room… Karen: Give me that. (She takes the album.) You take too many pictures. Evan: No such thing. Karen: I swear you’ve got a frame-by-frame depiction of your trip here. You could make a flip-book outta this. Let’s get to the good stuff.