# | SCENE | DIALOGUE BEFORE | RESPONSE TEXT | DIALOGUE AFTER | ABXY |
25 | DN054BluejayPoetryHolotape(Cats poetry night tapes 2) | | {Intro before a poetry reading. } I wrote this one about this thing that happened to me the other day. | | A1a |
26 | | I call it "Hard Shell, Soft Meat." | Player Default: A walk on the beach. Doing my thing. Staying cool. | A1b |
27 | Player Default: I call it "Hard Shell, Soft Meat." | {Exaggerated beat poetry cadence} A walk on the beach. Doing my thing. Staying cool. | Player Default: A thing breaks the surface of the dark water. | A1a |
28 | Player Default: A walk on the beach. Doing my thing. Staying cool. | {Acted out surprise in the cadence of this poem} A thing breaks the surface of the dark water. | | A1a |
29 | | {Exaggerated beat poetry cadence.} A pair of claws under a dome of gnarly shell. | | A1b |
30 | | {Exaggerated beat poetry cadence, a pause between "caught" and "off guard."} I'm caught off guard. | Player Default: Beady little eyes look at me from deep within the shell. | A1c |
31 | Player Default: I'm caught off guard. | {Exaggerated beat poetry cadence} Beady little eyes look at me from deep within the shell. | | A1a |
32 | | {Exaggerated beat poetry cadence.} Beady little eyes full of hunger, full of rage. | Player Default: I pull out my gun, and shoot! | A1b |
33 | Player Default: Beady little eyes full of hunger, full of rage. | {Yelling, as if in the moment. Exaggerated beat poetry cadence} I pull out my gun, and shoot! | | A1a |
34 | | {Exaggerated beat poetry cadence.} But the bullets only bounce. | | A1b |
35 | | {Exaggerated beat poetry cadence.} Off that crusty shell. | Player Default: Those beady eyes narrow as the shelled devil grows angrier and angrier. | A1c |
36 | Player Default: Off that crusty shell. | {Exaggerated beat poetry cadence} Those beady eyes narrow as the shelled devil grows angrier and angrier. | | A1a |
37 | | {Exaggerated beat poetry cadence. Draw out "cool".} He comes at me. Faster than before. | Player Default: A bullet finds its way through a crack in the dome. | A1b |
38 | Player Default: He comes at me. Faster than before. | {Exaggerated beat poetry cadence.} A bullet finds its way through a crack in the dome. | | A1a |
39 | | The demon screeches in pain. | | A1b |
40 | | {Exaggerated beat poetry cadence.} Those beady eyes close, for the last time. | Player Default: I reap the spoils from the kill. | A1c |
41 | Player Default: Those beady eyes close, for the last time. | {Exaggerated beat poetry cadence.} I reap the spoils from the kill. | Player Default: And I think. This thing and I, we are kind of the same. | A1a |
42 | Player Default: I reap the spoils from the kill. | {Exaggerated beat poetry cadence.} And I think. This thing and I, we are kind of the same. | | A1a |
43 | | {Exaggerated beat poetry cadence.} For, I too, am soft meat under a hard shell. | Player Default: Thank you. | A1b |
44 | Player Default: For, I too, am soft meat under a hard shell. | {Calm and artful thanks to audience.} Thank you. | | A1a |
45 | DN054RowdyPoetryHolotape(Cats poetry night tapes 3) | Player Default: Um, it's called "An ode to my hammer". | {Encouraging someone with stage fright from the audience.} You got this, Rowdy. | Player Default: An ode to my hammer, so heavy and nice... | A1a |