RC at THE SEA: WCN Check-in & Request...

RC The STORYTELLER now has a sense of direction for the upcoming “@ The SEA” sessions. Challenges await as he continues down the path. Read on! —The Gang

WHAT. COMES. NEXT. ??

Let’s start with an encounter early one morning at the WESTSIDE home of KATIE, The Former Suit.

INT. KATIE’S HOUSE

It’s early morning and KATIE, the FORMER SUIT, is drinking her coffee while writing away in her JOURNAL. So focused, she doesn’t notice the arrival of RC THE GREMLIN.
And RC, true to his Gremlin persona, decides to mess with Ms Katie.

RC THE GREMLIN
[to himself] Sure, why not? Let’s see. This time I could… Got it!

Noticing the SLABBY THING (iPAD) is on a place mat across the table, he makes his move… and so does the place mat — inching itself towards the edge.

RC THE GREMLIN
I can’t believe after all these years… the table shuffle is like the Go-To move that always works… What the heck is she writing?

He paces around helping himself to some 4am coffee.

RC THE GREMLIN
Ah! That’s it. Her cup… Right…

He eyes her BENNINGTON POTTERY TRIGGER mug while grabbing the pot of coffee. Upon return…

RC THE GREMLIN
Can I give you a warm-up?

Instinctively, she covers her cup while responding.

KATIE
No thanks. I’m good.

Then comes the double-take.

KATIE
Wait a… RC? Is that…? Of course… Morning Pally Pal! How long have I kept you…?

RC THE GREMLIN
Not long, really… Your powers of concentration are getting better and better, so …

He holds up his cup and then pours into it.

RC THE GREMLIN
Going for seconds.

Laughing, he puts the pot back and then returns to hang out with Katie… who is eyeing him warily.

KATIE
So… You checking on me too? Is that the deal? Tag-Teaming while I’m doing DING!THING dev? It that the deal?

She is speaking quickly with a bit of stress being projected.

KATIE
Come on now. This takes time. Definitely a work in progress. Don’t need a…

RC reaches out an taps her gently.

RC THE GREMLIN
Relax, Amiga. I get it… I do! What you’re working on… is definitely NOT a prO-cess that can be rushed…
She smiles as she stands to stretch.

KATIE
For sure, this requires frequent breaks… as in time for incubating… let it background task a bit.

It’s our CREEK TRAIL day… me and Happy Puppy KEE-RA …perfect timing.

RC THE GREMLIN
Indeed! You guys JEEPIN’ it too?

KATIE
Hard to say… his human MEREDITH seems to get interrupted by clients a lot, so…

RC THE GREMLIN
No doubt it’ll take some time for her to gain that skill you have for… BLOCKING OUT distractions…

KATIE
Skill? I’d say Discipline… Commitment and a whole lotta Patience… Though… readily accessible earbuds with MOZART FOR YOUR MIND playing truly helps.

RC THE GREMLIN
Heart the “Zart”! (laughs)… Now, speaking of MIND, let me cut to the chase as in … why I’m pestering you at this hour — mucking with your routine…

KATIE
Mi casa es tu casa, amigo (laughs).

Smiles.

RC THE GREMLIN
Nice to know you still feel that way… So here’s the request:

Mind if I hitch a ride over the hill with you? I could use some incubation time of my own.

KATIE
Sure, Pal. Whatever you need… And … yeah… I’ve been sensing that YOU’VE got a prOject of your own you’re wrestling with.

RC nods without disclosing.

RC THE GREMLIN
Cool beans! Thanks Ms. Katie! Have a good run! I’ll be back for wheels up — Usual time, right?

KATIE
Kee-Ra’s expecting me then, so yeah.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. KATIE’S HOUSE
RC the GREMLIN has quietly closed the front door and then nearly trips over MR SQUEEK (DOORKAT/BREAK-DANCIN-KAT).

RC THE GREMLIN
Whoa! Sup, KEE-KEE? You coming in?

MR SQUEEK
Yo! Yo, RC the… Which one are you right now?

RC THE GREMLIN
Staying in OG character at the moment…

MR SQUEEK
Gremlin-mode? Cool. So whatcha doing? She’s late for her run, you know…

RC THE GREMLIN
Just enjoyin’ her 4am coffee. (pause) She should be emerging any minute now.

MR SQUEEK
Don’t want to slow her down. Guess I can circle back.

He’s about to hop away when he pauses.

MR SQUEEK
Dude, I sense there’s something more… Yes??

RC THE GREMLIN
Actually, yeah. A request I have… Gotta minute?
Let’s walk.

Mr Squeek and RC can be seen walking in one direction, while Kate jogs off in the other — towards the water.

MR SQUEEK
Okay… so what is it?

RC THE GREMLIN
Heading to the C&C at some point during your rounds, right?

MR SQUEEK
How’d you…?

RC THE GREMLIN
I can see the envelope… it’s bulging… must be DROP time, eh?

MR SQUEEK
This gig… Lucrative and then some…

He smiles.

MR SQUEEK
So Mr RC, is this request a C&C-related request?

RC THE GREMLIN
Indirectly, its for the HAPPY BARISTA [slash] UBER DRIVER, KIMBA. Something I observed got me thinking.

MR SQUEEK
Go on…

RC THE GREMLIN
She seems to be in need of a JOURNAL… Like Katie’s got. I believe you were involved with the SATCHEL-PAK she was given, right?

MR SQUEEK
Yes… Just following marchin’ orders, but… yes.

RC THE GREMLIN
She … she’s gotta get a FLO going. I’m seeing… I’m hearing and… well…

Can you find a way to slip her a JOURNAL? Maybe like place it near her stuff when you drop the envelope…?

MR SQUEEK
Yeah. Sure. Whatever. I believe the bosses didn’t want to throw too much at her, so they backed away from the wRiting-R, to focus on the Reading-R.

Kimba’s Satchel-Pak

RC THE GREMLIN
I get it, but… Take a peek in her PAK when you get a chance… or rather IF you get a chance.

Mr Squeek gives him a look.

RC THE GREMLIN
Napkins. Scraps of paper. Post-it notes. Oh yeah, beer coasters.
She’s drawing on everything and jotting notes – a breeze will wipe out…

MR SQUEEK
Stop. Say no more. I get it.
Good sign, too as she’s adapting quickly… I’ll see about gathering up some PAK-Pals for her too… help out with scrap organization.

RC THE GREMLIN
Cool. Must away! Grabbing some treats for the OVER-THE-HILL gang. See-ya when I see ya.

MR SQUEEK
Not if I see ya first, Pal!

Mr Squeek keeps walking and then, while waiting at one corner to cross the street, there’s a thunk.

He looks over and laughs.

MR SQUEEK
Seriously? How am I supposed to…?

A NAPKIN with two clothespins gently parachutes down.

NAPKIN
No. Worries. We’ll drop it outside C&C for ya. –The Gang