Scene: The Cabal
A dimly lit space in a once posh looking restaurant. A fug of steam hangs in the air. There’s a strong and delicious scent of freshly baked bread.A circular table rests in the centre, while collection of mismatched chairs bump up against it. Voice 1: Good evening colleagues. Welcome to the quarterly meeting of the Cabal of Chaos. I am Operator X, standing in for Doctor Crash. He sends his best and is recovering from a bad cold. Oh, sorry! I nearly forgot. My preferred pronouns are he/him. Voice 2: Thank you, Operator and welcome to the Cabal. I am Entity 9. Yes, recently escaped from the Institute’s maximum security unit, CX4. Oh, and my preferred pronouns are they/them or […]
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