feather boa (#876)

(an instance of Generic Scripted Object made by Marcus)

      A pink feather boa, clearly a stage property, old but
      not so worn out that it can't be thrown over a shoulder
      with a flourish...play with me, it seems to call, play...

Go to location of this object, Stage.

After a moment, something begins to happen...
     
      THE PYTHON SLITHERS ON. TWINES ABOUT.
     
     A billion years ago, when the stars were young, the deluge came.
     The waters receded. From the mud, a monstrous serpent came.
     The Python: A gorgeous serpent, glistening in many colors.
     The Python: Gorgeous, clever...and hungry.
     
      THE FOOLISH BIRD FLIES ON. STRUTS ABOUT.
     
     The Bird: I can fly. See me! Now watch.
     The Bird: Watch me swoop. Watch me hover. Watch me glide.
     The Bird: Am I not exquisite? And cute & cuddly & sweet &...
     The Bird: ...and, well... Fantastic?
     The Bird: Hmmmm? Hey you! Pay attention.
     
     Python: Yes, Bird, you are amazing and fantastic. You are sumptuous.
     Bird: Ohh, what else am I? Build it!
     
     Python: You are intoxicating and glorious. You have a supernatural brilliance.
     
     Python: Let me caress you.
     
     Bird: MOST people want to caress me.
     
     Python: Come here, let me hug you. I am very wise. I can show you many things.
     Python: Come closer.
     
     The Bird flies around panicked. "Oh, no!"
     The Python contorts in anger 0~~:... then calms down.
     
     Python: Come I am very wise I can tell you many things. Who made the world, why there are seas and why there are kings.
     
     Python: Come closer and look into my ruby eyes.
     
     Bird: Oh no, your eyes are ugly & muddy.
     
     The Python contorts in anger.
     The Bird flies about.
     
     Python: You Vain, Silly, Stupid Bird!
     Python: Sweet Bird, come nearer.
     Python: Let my black tongue flick over your wings.
     
     Bird: Oh no, Oh, no serpent! Your tongue is cold & forked.
     Bird: It cannot sing, like my lovely tongue.
     Bird: I LOATH your strange tongue.
     
     Python: (I'll get this brainless, dumb bird if it's the last thing I do...)
     Python: Sweet Bird, come let me hug you. Pretty please?
     
     Bird: Oh, no, oh, no, Serpent!
     
     Yes, yes, yes. You are gorgeous, amazing & sumptuous.
     Here she comes. A little closer. She's getting ready.
     Oh, no, she's not.
     
     Yes, yes, yes. Here she comes, for a little hug.
     See, she touches my muscles. And now my side. That's it.
     
     I don't know why I'm doing this.
     
     And now my other side. Ohh, and now I touch her side, and the other side too.
     
     Ohh, and stroke my wings. Ohh, more, more. OH...OH STOP!
     
     The Bird panics.
     The Python squeezes tighter and tighter.
     
     Now, I hug my little bird, tighter & tighter & tighter.
     
     The Bird struggles.
     The Python rolls.
     The Bird escapes and flies away.
     The Python contorts in anger, hissing.
     
     The Bird: Serpent, you will never caress me again. Never! Never! Never!
     
     The Python: Ohh, gorgeous bird, you are intoxicating. You are glorious.
     
     Bird: I'm not listening.
     Python: Yes you are. You are an amazing & sumptuous creature.
     
     Bird: Really? Do you think so?
     The Bird preens.
     The Python slithers about.
     Python: Oh, yes, yes. You have a supernatural brilliance. Let me caress you.
     Bird: No! Well...maybe...
     Bird: ...just once more. Would you stroke my wings and my lovely crest. Ohh, that's it...
     
     Oh, yes, yes, gorgeous bird...