Sat, May 19 2012
| TITLE: | Rebecca and Phileas Play Darts |
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| AUTHOR: | Tonja Moore |
| CATEGORY/TYPE: | MissingScene, The Inquisitor, Silly |
| RATING/WARNINGS: | List the story rating (G, PG-13, R) and if it's Gen, Adult-Het or Adult-Slash |
| MAIN CHARACTERS: | List any main characters or adult relationships |
| DESCRIPTION: | Write story summary here. |
| STATUS: | Complete |
OK, this scene isn't really missing. It was just wrong. The joke about Rebecca, Phileas, and the darts tripped over its own feet because:
a) Phileas is a deadly shot with a pistol, a very big gun, and the Victorian equivalent of a bazooka, as well as an expert axe and sword tosser. Are we to believe that he could not hit a dart board? I don't think so.
b) Darts is a game that is frequently wagered on. Would our gambler allow himself to be bad at a game where he could so easily lose a bet? No.
c) In Dust to Dust, Rebecca had trouble hitting the broad side of a barn with her throwing knives. Has she spent every spare moment since then throwing things at targets?
Therefore, I have chosen to replace the scene that was mistakenly broadcast with one of my own which is much closer to the Truth As We Know It. It's in script format.
Rebecca and Phileas are waiting for the mysteriously delayed return of Passepartout after Jules and Amateratsu have gone to the romantic "History of Steam Power" exhibit. Phileas has a handful of darts and tosses them apparently at random toward the dartboard as he speaks, punctuating his words with little thunks as the darts make contact.
PF: Well, I still think it is odd. Her grandfather disappears, taken by the Angel of Death or whoever, and she appears completely unconcerned.
RF: (Slightly exasperated) Not the Angel of Death! The Purifying One! It's PRE-death.
PF: Sounds like death to me. Who would want to be that pure? (He stands up and gives Rebecca some darts.) Here. That should make it more of a challenge.
Rebecca looks at the dartboard. Phileas has not aimed at the bulls-eye. Instead he has made a neatly-spaced pattern:
She considers it for a moment then moves into position and starts tossing her darts.
RF: I don't pretend to understand it, Phileas. But, as it does not seem to be bothering her, I don't see why you keep going on about it. You're right about the darts, though. This does make it a little more challenging.
Phileas comes to stand beside her and studies the board. Rebecca has filled in all of the gaps between his darts to make the "F" solid. He gets more darts (author's note: they obtain these darts from the same source as the bullets for their guns and the sticks of dynamite and thus have a never-ending supply) and mulls over his next move.
PF: Very good, cousin. You've been practicing.
RF: After that pitiful showing in that spider cellar, I decided to work on my aim.
Phileas tosses six darts in rapid succession. He has turned the "F" into a "P". Rebecca grins and tosses six of her own, turning the "P" into an "R" with a little curve on the tail.
PF: Shall we try drawing a horse? What about a steam engine? As a surprise for love's young dreams when they return.
RF: I think you're just miffed that Amateratsu preferred Jules company to yours.
PF: (Stalking to the board and yanking out darts) Don't be ridiculous. I am not "miffed". It's your friend's attitude toward her grandfather that has me puzzled. It seems like madness to me. (In the distance a wailing cry of "Mmmmaaaaster!" is heard. Phileas turns toward the door with raised eyebrows.) Speaking of madness....