Tuesday - 1/18
SLICER
A young woman walked out of the pizza store in Salem Place and waited by a stop sign. This is Rayne. She held a pizza box in her hand. After a moment, a cab pulled over and stopped in front of her. Charlie got out. He had a cast on his left arm.
CHARLIE: You the one who called for a cab?
RAYNE: Yep.
CHARLIE: Wanna put the pizza box in the trunk?
RAYNE: I’m good, thanks. I can hold it.
CHARLIE: Suit yourself. Come on in.
Charlie opened the back passenger door and Rayne got in. Charlie got back into the driver’s seat and began driving.
CHARLIE: Where’re you headed?
RAYNE: Salem U.
CHARLIE: Salem U. Didn’t think they were in session until the first of February.
RAYNE: There’s still J Term, and I’m an R.A.
CHARLIE: Right
RAYNE: I don’t mean to pry, but what happened to your arm?
SALEM UNIVERSITY HOSPITAL
Sarah walked into the break room. Elle was eating a sandwich at a table and waved her over. Sarah got a bottle of water from the refrigerator and sat down.
SARAH: Hey, sis.
ELLE: Hey. You just coming in?
SARAH: Yep.
ELLE: Me too. Looks like we’re on the same shift today.
SARAH: Awesome! I’m so glad you’re enjoying working here.
ELLE: I am. It’s cool to get to work with you. Plus, it kinda helps me feel closer to Dad again.
SARAH: Yeah, I know what you mean. I miss him, too.
Sarah and Elle took each other’s hand.
ELLE: Hey, thanks for checking in on me the other day.
SARAH: No problem. Everything okay?
ELLE: Yeah, totally. This is a little embarrassing…
SARAH: Noelle, you can tell me anything. What’s going on?
ELLE: It’s just, since the move, I haven’t been taking care of myself as much as I should have. I was doing great for so long, but things have been super stressful. Not that that’s an excuse, but…
SARAH: I get it.
ELLE: Is there a dietician I can talk to, maybe? I mean, I know all the stuff I should be doing, but it’d be nice to have someone to check in with, keep me accountable, you know.
SARAH: Yeah, of course. After work, I’ll get you in touch with the endocrinology department, that’s where our resident dieticians work.
ELLE: Even better. I’ll need an endo, as well. Thanks, sissy.
SARAH: Of course.
PALACE VON AMBERG
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MILES: Auntie-
FAVERSHAM: My dear boy you must listen to reason. This woman in front of you is Hope Brady. I know we all adore Princess Gina, and her loss is still felt deeply, but she has been dead some twenty plus years. I’m sorry to tell you, but you’ve got this one wrong.
MILES: But…well, look at her!
FAVERSHAM: I know, I know.
HOPE: None of us are quite sure why Gina and I look so similar. Unfortunately, this has led to a lot of misunderstandings. You’re not the first and probably won’t be the last.
Miles sighed.
MILES: I see. Well…carry on, then.
Miles walked away.
FAVERSHAM: Miles…
SOPHIE: I’ll go after him, Auntie.
FAVERSHAM: Thank you, darling.
Sophie headed off after Miles. Miss Faversham turned to Hope and Aiden.
FAVERSHAM: I do apologise if my nephew has caused you any grief.
HOPE: It’s fine. Like I told him, he’s not the first and won’t be the last. Besides, it’s not as if I’m unaware of our resemblance.
FAVERSHAM: Yes. I know you won’t want to hear this, darling, but-
HOPE: Then, how about we don’t?
FAVERSHAM: It’s the truth, my dear. I’m not surprised that Miles mistook you for Gina. As time goes by, you resemble her more and more.
Hope raised an eyebrow.
HOPE: Again, I’m aware. Lili, I know that you mean it as a compliment, and I’m sure to you it is, but you know how I feel about that.
Miss Faversham sighed.
FAVERSHAM: I’m sorry, I spoke out of turn.
HOPE: I understand. Look, this is supposed to be a party, so let’s just move on from all that and celebrate the reason we’re here, the girls.
AIDEN: I think that’s a great idea. Speaking of which, where are they?
KATALIN: Winston, where exactly are we going?
EMMALINE: I thought you said there was someone who wanted to speak to us.
WINSTON: Oh, there is. You’ll see them very soon, Highnesses.
The twins looked at each other in confusion.
GRETA: You do know who it is, don’t you?
JOHN: We do.
John sighed.
JOHN: This is going to sound like such a cliche, but according to our sources, it’s the butler.
The door burst open. Katalin and Emmaline walked in, hands in the air, followed closely by Winston, who had a gun trained on them.
WINSTON: Well, Mr. Black, it would seem that you’re smarter than I thought.