Kane & Feels: Paranormal Investigators
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Kane and Feels get on a boat for one final Voyage
How did they get a boat? How did it go purple? How will this get resolved? How is she a teenager?
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The cast in order of Appearance:
Mark Waylett – St. Dunstans
Lucy Lan Lao – Alice
Oliver Morris – Brutus Feels
Jack Fitzpatrick – Lucifer Kane
Beth Eyre – Thornbush Princess
Ali Campbell – Jeanine
Dave Pickering – Concilman Grace
Karim Kronfli – Bramlock Singh
Viviana Padiglia – Libertina
Written by Jack FItzpatrick and Oliver Morris
Directed by Jude Hodgeson Hann
Composition by Oliver Morris
Sound design was by Jude Hodgson Hann and Oliver Morris and
Kane and Feels is a Skadi’s Symphony Production.
Content Warning:
Screaming
Peril.
Gruseome Death/Gore
Self Mutilation/Self Harm
Food Reference
Loud Noises
Coersion
Depictions of Witchcraft.
Themes of Post Traumatic Stress.
Kane and Feels is a Skadi’s Symphony Production.
TRANSCRIPT BELOW
—
St. Dunstan:
I am the Yawning man
I am the sleepless man
I stand on Guard
With Tongs in Hand
OH! DYOVIL!
YOU WiLL NOT HAVE ME
YOU WILL NOT HAVE MY DESTINY
YOU WILL NOT GRIND YOUR CLAWS AGAINST MY FLESH
OR TAKE ME DOWN PATHS I DO NOT WISH TO TREAD
BUT DO NOT THINK, THAT I WILL NOT FOLLOW YOU
DOWN DARKENED PATHS
DOWN DARKENED ALLYS
BUT SURELY WE WILL MEET! ——
*hushed tones*
(surely we will meet)
(on darkened paths)
(in sunlit Abbeys)
(and have a word)
(and share our thoughts)
(and find a way to set aside our quarrels)
(but we both have roles in this world)
(Understanding does not equal compassion.)
(But compassion can lead to understanding)
(To follow your passion is to find god.)
(and on that day I studied my craft)
(and on that day I studied my voice)
(and on that day I studied your words)
And on that day I studied my truth
And as we sat upon the shore,
And you suggested that my god did not watch over me,
And I was inclined to believe.
But, I have compassion
And I have my tools
And with those tools I forged bells
To make sure My Lord could not ignore me.
With Iron that had served its use,
The same that clung to your bleeding hoof.
And on that Day I decided
To be the Thorn
Forever in your palm The Dagger
Forever in your side.
I decided to be the Judas
To your Jesus.
To betray you at every opportunity.
To find a way to destroy you from the inside.
But
I didn’t wish for you to be alone,
in your struggles. And in the end
isn’t that what gods do to people?
And in the end,
I am just a man
With a set of tongs
with the devils nose clenched between them.
And that is… truly malicious.
And this realisation sits with me a while
A moment of sad anguish
That I extended that anguish to another living thing.
Even if that life belongs to the greatest betrayer.
Even if my pursuit
To know them
Twists me.
I felt the rage again.
And I pushed him to the shoreline
And I pushed him to the border
And I pushed him Even Further
DEEP INTO CHURNING WATERS
And in my countenance I spoke the words that I again SPEAK ALOUD, AND TO NO ONE.
‘YOU HAVE NO BUSINESS IN THIS LAND
YOU HAVE NO BUSINESS IN THIS PARISH
WHILE I HAVE TONGS IN HAND!
WHILE I AM THE SLEEPLESS MAN
While I am the …. Restless man
While I am…
While I am The Yawning man.
If you heed my sermon, you are my congregation.
A daughter, my successor, climbs the hill to meet me. I see her now with raven hair and booted feet.
If you heed my sermon, you are my congregation.
I must soon go to my eternal slumber, dear friends, and I wish you all well.
But I must rest.
I must sleep.
ALICE: I have walked on eggshells since I was 12. And I’m very good at it. I’m good at not disturbing people, which in itself is quite disturbing. On my 13th birthday, I tried to find Mr. Feels. I snuck out my house to the address written on the card my mum had pinned to the fridge. But I didn’t have the courage to enter. I didn’t know whether I wanted to thank him or kill him. On the anniversary of my death, I left the house for good. It wasn’t my home anymore. I went back to the address, picked the lock and went inside. It had clearly been empty for a while. Curtains drawn, dust danced in the cracks of sunlight, settling on the photographs, books and old movie posters. the floor was covered with abandoned cups of tea with fluffy green tops…..A dying houseplant……Under the Bow of branches and canopy of leaves I kept walking, knowing I would be safe. Curling up to dream amongst the roots of ancient sleepers. I walked until I one day emerged from an endless forest. At the bottom of a hill.
[SFX >Alice climbsPhone dying noisean otherworldly, ungodly scream. It lasts forever. It ends in tears
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