getting to my neglected tag games again ~~ find the word by @njnetails!
answering for The Crescent of Fools and Forgotten Time
Jayce and Lott find themselves in the twisted grasp of Lucille Carmine, one of the most dangerous Overlords of the criminal world, in a fantasy-heist, splicing the thrill of walking the edge of a knife with fantastical malevolence.
(aka it's not their fault they're idiots, your honour)
LOTT PENBROOK MATRON (shuddering): Why does that sound like I’d rather be Lucille’s mind-controlled puppet?
JAYCE VAN NYE: Because that’s probably the smart choice to make here.
LOTT PENBROOK MATRON: But we’re not going to make it.
LOTT PENBROOK MATRON (immediately evaporating all
intensity from the scene): Look, I’m all for these adventures and all but why in the name of all the stars above and below do we have to get up at the blinding crack of dawn to leave for them?
JAYCE VAN NYE: It’s noon, Lott.
They find themselves in an underwater palace. Waterspouts churning in place make up the columns and all manner of marine life filters in and out freely. The entire structure moves with the currents of the very lowest points of the ocean, drifting lazily and carrying its occupants with it.
Don't have anything for rewind, unfortunately.
These are from a feature film, the script for which I've submitted to a competition where the grand prize is the winner's movie being fully funded and produced!! You get a say in who this is and literally all you have to do is read the script and give your honest opinions (psst your honest opinion is that you love my movie).
Lucille Carmine is not one to relinquish her hold on someone once her wicked talons have sunk into them, as Jayce all too painfully learns once more. He’s pulled into her employ again, Lott jumping in after his best friend, tasked - under extreme duress, of course - to retrieve The Liminality Paradox.
Previously thought to have been nothing more than a bedtime story, Jayce and Lott find themselves unwillingly heading to The Crescent of Fools and Forgotten Time, right into the heart of The Fool’s domain, a place where time and space lose all meaning, where everything that has ever happened is happening all at once and where nothing ever happens all the same. A place where the ends of the universe could be nothing more than a hop, skip, and a jump away, but the five feet in front of you could stretch out to infinity and beyond. A place where the insane rule sovereign and the sane are grinded to a dust, folded into the ripples of the Crescent.
All to steal an artifact of untold power for one of the most dangerous overlords of the criminal world, and to lay even more unchecked power at her feet for her to abuse.
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