Post by corbell on Aug 31, 2022 23:57:27 GMT
This is my second attempt at a time line story and the first collaborating with my 14 year old daughter who will be providing story input AND original art. The story is a spin off from the MTV show Daria, which ran from 97 to 02, following Daria's sister Quinn and her friends in the Fashion Club. And their adventures.
Sandy: So, we are agreed. Makeup will be soft and natural, with light shades of lipstick, eyeshadow and
blush. Focus on warm pinks for fall weather. Those of us whose natural coloring might tend towards
cooler pinks, have to hold off, at least till next year. So Stacy, what’s next on the agenda?
Stacy: That concludes our weekly newsletter portion. I believe Quinn wanted to discuss the nearly failed shopping trip of Friday.
Sandy: Well, I don’t know why you would want to rehash that. Your obsession with looking good for the sale, nearly made us miss it, if not for the kindness of the staff to stay open late.
Quinn: Oh, Sandy, of COURSE, I don’t want to talk about that. What I DID want to discuss, is the way Stacy’s prayer that the store would be open, was answered?
Stacy: I did notice that. My grandmother has told me that I should be saying my prayers more and that they always work, though often in mysterious ways. I was very grateful that you guys prayed with me. Even though it might have seemed silly.
Sandy: It was silly. Quinn is being crazy.
(I thought it would fail, and I could make fun of you)
Quinn: Stacy, when I got home, it was before I had left school!! I have thought of this, A LOT, and I really believe, that our prayer sent us back in time, several hours.
Stunned silence…
Tiffany: like in that movie about that guy, with that thing, that goes back in time?
Sandy: Yes, Tiffany, that is clearly what she meant. Just like in that movie, about that guy, with that thing. Stacy. Please make a note, we need to contact Mrs. Morgandorpher, Quinn’s mother, after the meeting, and report her daughter’s failing mental health.
45 minutes later, after extensive and snide back and forth, the decision is reached, to try the time travel prayer again as a test.
The girls hold hands, and Stacy paraphrases her previous prayer that might have worked.
“Dear God, or whomever wishes to help us, please take us back in time, 12 hours. “
….
Sandy: Well, Quinn. It is clear that the responsibilities of being Vice…
Flash of pink
Suddenly, that night outside the window, becomes day. The muted noise from Sandy’s brothers fighting is gone. Everyone is stunned and silent,
Except Tiffany: Does this mean, I need to go to school again?
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Sandy: Ok, Stacy, give us the headline for next week, CARGO PANTS NO, MINI SKIRT YES, and make
sure it all fits and is in nice big block letter. This is important.
Sandy: Now with regards to upcoming time travel plans.
And I especially mean YOU Tiffany, remember, be back here, at Midnight, so we can time travel back
and be home before our curfews. Tiffany, I don’t know what you were doing with that boy, till 1:30am
last week, but we were here bored out of our minds, waiting for you.
Tiffany: I thought the point of not having curfews, was to stay out late.
Sandy: Yes, late, MIDNIGHT, is late enough.
Stacy: Sandy, Quinn wanted to discuss an issue she is having, if that is ok with you, if not, we can finish
up now?
Sandy: STACY, if the Vice President of the Fashion Club has something she thinks is important, then of
COURSE, we will discuss it. Quinn, if you’re done making us wait would you be so kind, to let us know,
what is on your mind?
Quinn: Well Sandy, something I have had troubles with, twice now, is my dates have been getting into
enough trouble for staying out so late, so now they’re not allowed to see me.
Tiffany: Yeah…Same….
….
Sandy: Well, there are plenty of boys. Just pick another to go out with that night.
Stacy: Um, Sandy, um, you and well, you at least, yes, you, of course, would never run out of choices,
but um, I and Tiffany, (looks to Quinn) and maybe someone else, might. You know, have that problem.
Sandy: Ok then Stacy, I’m sorry that you are having troubles with your social schedule, but, the rest of us
are really enjoying the benefits of the Fashion Club Time Travel.
Quinn: (looking unhappy) Sure, Sandy, whatever you say, I sure I’m can always find another. Maybe
widen my circle to include nearby schools.
Stacy: Next up is Tiffany…
Tiffany: Yes… you wanted something?
Stacy: No, Tiffany, you wanted to say something.
Tiffany: oh, yes, I did.
(screaming from below) SANDY, A BOY IS ON THE PHONE.
Sandy: Everyone knows not to call me during a meeting. I am the President. I have important
responsibilities.
Takes call. Looks shocked. Ends call.
Sandy: You know, Quinn. I’ve changed my mind. We cannot have the Vice President of the Fashion Club,
getting a bad reputation, and having to stay home tomorrow night, I mean, nights.
Sandy: So, let’s throw the floor open to debate, how can we fix this problem. We don’t want to go back
to following our parents’ rules, but we can’t get the boys in trouble either
Tiffany: We could come back home, earlier.
…
Sandy: Tiffany, that’s what we DON’T want to do. That is what this discussion is about.
Stacy: We could tell our dates. And insist that they keep it quiet. And once word gets around, we will
have even MORE date opportunities, as even more boys want to spend time with us, because with us,
they can stay out as late as we want.
…
Quinn: That seems like a bad idea. Having that many people know, sooner or later, it will get back to our
parents. Who knows what happens then.
Stacy: Oh, I sorry Quinn, you are so right. That was a really dumb idea. I’m sorry.
Quinn: Stacy, calm down!
Sandy: Is it time? Are we ready to start dating ONE boy at a time? A steady…BOYFRIEND…?
Stunned silence.
More stunned silence.
Quinn: I don’t know about that…
Sandy: Lets table that to next week. And mull it over. That is a big step. A big commitment. A big loss of
popularity, as we become… unavailable to most of the boys. And the boys, would have to up their
presents. And dinners. And manners.
Quinn: Are we done now?
Stacy: No, Tiffany still had something to say.
Tiffany: I did?
Stacy: (sigh) Yes, yes you did…
Tiffany: Oh, right, So, a couple of nights ago, My grandmother was over. We watched. T.V. together. And my mother watched with us too.
…
Tiffany: We watched a fun history show, about a very fancy necklace that was destroyed. My
grandmother was very sad by this. I told her that I would see what I could do about it. I think that made
her happy. She gave me a smile. I’m not sure if she understood me. Her English is not that great.
Sandy: You want us to save a necklace? What necklace, why?
Tiffany: It was a necklace so expensive, that is caused a revolution. The entire country was broke because
of it.
Sandy: Well, that does sound like a nice necklace. What happened to it?
Tiffany: No on… knows, it disappeared.
Stacy: If it disappeared, then how would we even find it? And where was this?
Tiffany:… FRANCE, it was France, a long time ago. So, we know where and we know when.
Quinn: If it disappeared, it…could be because we already saved it…Time Travel, very confusing.
Tiffany: We still have the VCR tape. Would you think that would help?
Sandy: Yes, Tiffany, bring that tape to school tomorrow. Give to me and Quinn and I will review it to see
where and when we would have to go.
Quinn: It could work. We pop in, grab it, pop out, never talk to anyone, and be done with it…
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<Briiiiiiiing, Briiiiing, Briiiing>
Mr. DeMartino: Ok Class! That’s it, get out, go away.
<class shuffles out, listlessly, except for THE FASHION CLUB>
They edge up to Mr. DeMartino’s Desk… as he sits there, writing his class notes.
DeMartino: I know I will regret this; I know I will regret this. So, Girls, did you have a QUESTION, or did you
just get lost on your way to the DOOR!!??
Sandy: Actually, we would like to know, umm, some history stuff.
DeMartino: Leaning back in his chair. ….Well, Sandy, that was what the CLASS that just
ENDED was for. You could have asked any number of questions about HISTORY, during
HISTORY class.
Sandy: No, we needed something more specific. Specifically, about Marie Antoinette’s necklace and where it was after it was stolen?
Demartino: pauses, deep breath, “ok, All year, you have been ignoring each and every history
class we have had, while PASSING NOTES, and TALKING, and not doing your homework, and
perfecting the VACANT STARE, that I get from all the my students ever day, while I make no
money, and get NO RESPECT, and NOW you come to me, with a HISTORY question, THAT, …
I don’t know that answer to. “
Quinn: You don’t know? But, you’re our History teach. We need to know something history, if you
cannot help us, who can?
DeMartino: Well, let me see, the closest I think you could get such information, would be at the State
College Library. If you go THERE, and ask the librarian there, they could help you find the information
you want. For whatever unbelievably weird and odd reason that I CERTAINNLY do NOT want to know,
because it would almost certainly fill me with DESPAIR, at what an USELESS job I have undertaken.
NOW, GET OUT, GO AWAY.
Tiffany: State College? That is so far away. It is over an HOUR drive. DO. I have to go?
Quinn: Tiffany, shhh. It won’t take US an hour. Remember?
The Fashion Club
Prologue One. Scene One.
Date: September 1, 1999
Place: Sandy’s house, Fashion Club meeting, Lawndale.
Sandy: So, we are agreed. Makeup will be soft and natural, with light shades of lipstick, eyeshadow and
blush. Focus on warm pinks for fall weather. Those of us whose natural coloring might tend towards
cooler pinks, have to hold off, at least till next year. So Stacy, what’s next on the agenda?
Stacy: That concludes our weekly newsletter portion. I believe Quinn wanted to discuss the nearly failed shopping trip of Friday.
Sandy: Well, I don’t know why you would want to rehash that. Your obsession with looking good for the sale, nearly made us miss it, if not for the kindness of the staff to stay open late.
Quinn: Oh, Sandy, of COURSE, I don’t want to talk about that. What I DID want to discuss, is the way Stacy’s prayer that the store would be open, was answered?
Stacy: I did notice that. My grandmother has told me that I should be saying my prayers more and that they always work, though often in mysterious ways. I was very grateful that you guys prayed with me. Even though it might have seemed silly.
Sandy: It was silly. Quinn is being crazy.
(I thought it would fail, and I could make fun of you)
Quinn: Stacy, when I got home, it was before I had left school!! I have thought of this, A LOT, and I really believe, that our prayer sent us back in time, several hours.
Stunned silence…
Tiffany: like in that movie about that guy, with that thing, that goes back in time?
Sandy: Yes, Tiffany, that is clearly what she meant. Just like in that movie, about that guy, with that thing. Stacy. Please make a note, we need to contact Mrs. Morgandorpher, Quinn’s mother, after the meeting, and report her daughter’s failing mental health.
45 minutes later, after extensive and snide back and forth, the decision is reached, to try the time travel prayer again as a test.
The girls hold hands, and Stacy paraphrases her previous prayer that might have worked.
“Dear God, or whomever wishes to help us, please take us back in time, 12 hours. “
….
Sandy: Well, Quinn. It is clear that the responsibilities of being Vice…
Flash of pink
Suddenly, that night outside the window, becomes day. The muted noise from Sandy’s brothers fighting is gone. Everyone is stunned and silent,
Except Tiffany: Does this mean, I need to go to school again?
***************************************************************************************
Prologue Two, Scene Two.
Date October 1, 1999, one month later
Place: Sandy’s house, Fashion Club meeting, Lawndale.
Sandy: Ok, Stacy, give us the headline for next week, CARGO PANTS NO, MINI SKIRT YES, and make
sure it all fits and is in nice big block letter. This is important.
Sandy: Now with regards to upcoming time travel plans.
And I especially mean YOU Tiffany, remember, be back here, at Midnight, so we can time travel back
and be home before our curfews. Tiffany, I don’t know what you were doing with that boy, till 1:30am
last week, but we were here bored out of our minds, waiting for you.
Tiffany: I thought the point of not having curfews, was to stay out late.
Sandy: Yes, late, MIDNIGHT, is late enough.
Stacy: Sandy, Quinn wanted to discuss an issue she is having, if that is ok with you, if not, we can finish
up now?
Sandy: STACY, if the Vice President of the Fashion Club has something she thinks is important, then of
COURSE, we will discuss it. Quinn, if you’re done making us wait would you be so kind, to let us know,
what is on your mind?
Quinn: Well Sandy, something I have had troubles with, twice now, is my dates have been getting into
enough trouble for staying out so late, so now they’re not allowed to see me.
Tiffany: Yeah…Same….
….
Sandy: Well, there are plenty of boys. Just pick another to go out with that night.
Stacy: Um, Sandy, um, you and well, you at least, yes, you, of course, would never run out of choices,
but um, I and Tiffany, (looks to Quinn) and maybe someone else, might. You know, have that problem.
Sandy: Ok then Stacy, I’m sorry that you are having troubles with your social schedule, but, the rest of us
are really enjoying the benefits of the Fashion Club Time Travel.
Quinn: (looking unhappy) Sure, Sandy, whatever you say, I sure I’m can always find another. Maybe
widen my circle to include nearby schools.
Stacy: Next up is Tiffany…
Tiffany: Yes… you wanted something?
Stacy: No, Tiffany, you wanted to say something.
Tiffany: oh, yes, I did.
(screaming from below) SANDY, A BOY IS ON THE PHONE.
Sandy: Everyone knows not to call me during a meeting. I am the President. I have important
responsibilities.
Takes call. Looks shocked. Ends call.
Sandy: You know, Quinn. I’ve changed my mind. We cannot have the Vice President of the Fashion Club,
getting a bad reputation, and having to stay home tomorrow night, I mean, nights.
Sandy: So, let’s throw the floor open to debate, how can we fix this problem. We don’t want to go back
to following our parents’ rules, but we can’t get the boys in trouble either
Tiffany: We could come back home, earlier.
…
Sandy: Tiffany, that’s what we DON’T want to do. That is what this discussion is about.
Stacy: We could tell our dates. And insist that they keep it quiet. And once word gets around, we will
have even MORE date opportunities, as even more boys want to spend time with us, because with us,
they can stay out as late as we want.
…
Quinn: That seems like a bad idea. Having that many people know, sooner or later, it will get back to our
parents. Who knows what happens then.
Stacy: Oh, I sorry Quinn, you are so right. That was a really dumb idea. I’m sorry.
Quinn: Stacy, calm down!
Sandy: Is it time? Are we ready to start dating ONE boy at a time? A steady…BOYFRIEND…?
Stunned silence.
More stunned silence.
Quinn: I don’t know about that…
Sandy: Lets table that to next week. And mull it over. That is a big step. A big commitment. A big loss of
popularity, as we become… unavailable to most of the boys. And the boys, would have to up their
presents. And dinners. And manners.
Quinn: Are we done now?
Stacy: No, Tiffany still had something to say.
Tiffany: I did?
Stacy: (sigh) Yes, yes you did…
Tiffany: Oh, right, So, a couple of nights ago, My grandmother was over. We watched. T.V. together. And my mother watched with us too.
…
Tiffany: We watched a fun history show, about a very fancy necklace that was destroyed. My
grandmother was very sad by this. I told her that I would see what I could do about it. I think that made
her happy. She gave me a smile. I’m not sure if she understood me. Her English is not that great.
Sandy: You want us to save a necklace? What necklace, why?
Tiffany: It was a necklace so expensive, that is caused a revolution. The entire country was broke because
of it.
Sandy: Well, that does sound like a nice necklace. What happened to it?
Tiffany: No on… knows, it disappeared.
Stacy: If it disappeared, then how would we even find it? And where was this?
Tiffany:… FRANCE, it was France, a long time ago. So, we know where and we know when.
Quinn: If it disappeared, it…could be because we already saved it…Time Travel, very confusing.
Tiffany: We still have the VCR tape. Would you think that would help?
Sandy: Yes, Tiffany, bring that tape to school tomorrow. Give to me and Quinn and I will review it to see
where and when we would have to go.
Quinn: It could work. We pop in, grab it, pop out, never talk to anyone, and be done with it…
***************************************************************************************
Chapter One
Date October 1, 1999, scene three
Place: Lawndale High, History Classroom
<Briiiiiiiing, Briiiiing, Briiiing>
Mr. DeMartino: Ok Class! That’s it, get out, go away.
<class shuffles out, listlessly, except for THE FASHION CLUB>
They edge up to Mr. DeMartino’s Desk… as he sits there, writing his class notes.
DeMartino: I know I will regret this; I know I will regret this. So, Girls, did you have a QUESTION, or did you
just get lost on your way to the DOOR!!??
Sandy: Actually, we would like to know, umm, some history stuff.
DeMartino: Leaning back in his chair. ….Well, Sandy, that was what the CLASS that just
ENDED was for. You could have asked any number of questions about HISTORY, during
HISTORY class.
Sandy: No, we needed something more specific. Specifically, about Marie Antoinette’s necklace and where it was after it was stolen?
Demartino: pauses, deep breath, “ok, All year, you have been ignoring each and every history
class we have had, while PASSING NOTES, and TALKING, and not doing your homework, and
perfecting the VACANT STARE, that I get from all the my students ever day, while I make no
money, and get NO RESPECT, and NOW you come to me, with a HISTORY question, THAT, …
I don’t know that answer to. “
Quinn: You don’t know? But, you’re our History teach. We need to know something history, if you
cannot help us, who can?
DeMartino: Well, let me see, the closest I think you could get such information, would be at the State
College Library. If you go THERE, and ask the librarian there, they could help you find the information
you want. For whatever unbelievably weird and odd reason that I CERTAINNLY do NOT want to know,
because it would almost certainly fill me with DESPAIR, at what an USELESS job I have undertaken.
NOW, GET OUT, GO AWAY.
Tiffany: State College? That is so far away. It is over an HOUR drive. DO. I have to go?
Quinn: Tiffany, shhh. It won’t take US an hour. Remember?
