Chapter 8d: Flora
Note: You must read this out loud if at all possible; otherwise, read it with voices in your head. A British accent is not unwelcome here.
| FLORA | Then why, I say, has Christine not returned? |
| IVY | I think she said she really had to go... |
| PERSIA | Oh look, you guys, she's over there with Fritz. |
| FLORA | Then let's go meet her. Where to after that? |
| PERSIA | Oh, hi, Christine. |
| CHRISTINE | Oh hi, where were you guys? |
| FRITZ | Christine was just telling me 'bout her quest. |
| CHRISTINE | That's right and just before that he of his. |
| I think the omni-whatsit's very cool. | |
| FRITZ | It is too bad that I won't find him here. |
| PERSIA | Or her. What is it, Fritz? |
| FRITZ | I don't quite know. |
| I only know that someone should exist | |
| Who has the power, if I have not missed | |
| To know of everything (on every list) | |
| And I must find that person. (I insist!) | |
| PERSIA | Your rhymes doth grate mine ear. So please desist. |
| IVY | I had idea not Fritz was amiss. |
| CHRISTINE | But how is it you know the theorem's true? |
| FRITZ | Enough about me then! Uh, on to you. |
| CHRISTINE | I still have seen no hint of Avatar. |
| Stray from the Tournament they would not far. | |
| Able to grant my wish, I'm sure they are. | |
| IVY | This day is really turning out bizarre. |
| FLORA | So what, Christine, are we to do right now? |
| JIN | I saw something, uphill across the town. |
| CHRISTINE | You scared me, Jin! I did not see you there. |
| JIN | As usual. But that is quite all right. |
| I did see something; should we check it out? | |
| CHRISTINE | It sounds good— |
| FLORA | But the round is starting soon! |
| CHRISTINE | Oh yeah, that's right. We'll go, then, afterwards. |
| JIN | All right, I guess that I can live with that. |
| IVY | The round will start; no time to stay and chat. |
| Hey, Flora, look, I just found someone's hat. | |
| Exeunt all except for Flora; pause | |
| FLORA | The air of Tournament seems very light. |
| And yet I feel something's not quite right. | |
| We may soon find ourselves in desp'rate plight. | |
| Will Christine find a talent? Yea, she might... | |
| Exit Flora, running out of sight. |