BLACKBURN GASLIGHT ADVENTURES: Arc 2 AUDITIONS for Gypsy Audio. Written by A.J. Clarkson. Produced by Gwendolyn Jensen-Woodard BGA is an over-the-top PULP Steampunk adventure, and that's exactly what we're looking for. During your auditions reason one line straight, and then camp it up! Feel free to improvise after the first time through, and have fun with it! MP3 format preferred mono or stereo. Please send lines to firstname.lastname@example.org. Due Aug 20th.
Dr. Cecilia Barton: any accent, mid thirties, self-assured, intelligent, comfortable in any social situation.
- I am. I confess, I have been waiting a long time to meet you. There are fewer women studying chemistry than there are studying medicine. It is good to talk to another woman of learning. I get so tired of being treated like some sort of freak for wanting to learn something more challenging than embroidery.
- Not all the particulars, no. But the people in this room are a small community, and quite insular, for all their high-flown ideals. They talk. Endlessly. Do not believe the adage that says gossip is a vice practiced only by women. Without exception, the most incorrigible gossips I know have all been men. Which is not to suggest I'm not dying to hear the story. Do promise you'll tell me everything.
- Get a blanket off the bed and wrap her in it. She's going into shock. Mrs. Blackburn? Lizzie? Lizzie, I need you to look at me right now, can you do that? I want to see your eyes.
Elias Knox: any accent (Texan preferred), early thirties, cocky, brash, infinitely self-confident.
- (cheerful, expansive) Sebastian Blackburn? Elias Knox, a pleasure to meet you. And you must be Mrs. Blackburn. I've heard of you, very glad to meet you. As soon as I heard you were in Washington, I sent Honacher here to find you. I have been looking forward to meeting you.
- No apology is necessary. You're concerned for your wife. But I assure you, none of my guests would have done this. I know them. They are all decent and respectful men who would be as horrified by this attack as we are. It had to be an intruder.
- There's a lot of blood. Blackburn, get help! Doctor Barton is upstairs! Then give me something to staunch the bleeding.
Thomas Booke: any accent, late twenties, reserved, quiet, aloof
- (brusque) Dr. Dearborn's death was an accident, and no more. An armature fell on him while he was repairing it. His skull was crushed
- (when asked about a black eye) Oh! This. I... I had rather too much to drink last night. I think I fell sometime in the night. It is nothing, I assure you. I was just going downstairs. (beat) To breakfast. Will you join me?
- I guess so. I don't remember a lot after that. It's all very vague, like I was dreaming it. I remember Fordham told me... he told me a lot of things. Commands. To steal. To take one of the mechanisms myself, and put it on somebody else.
Henry Young: any accent, late twenties, young, hungry to prove himself, but a bit nervous
- No, I'm not. My wire board should prove faster, more efficient, and lighter weight than an antikythera. Moreover, it will be cheaper to make, and, instead of calculating a hundred procedures, it could conceivable calculate several thousand procedures.
- I smell bacon. Oh, here it is. Is there coffee?
- So far I've lost my schematics. Those aren't jewelry, but they were still valuable. They were plans for a new rifle design
Georg Petrovitch: Russian accent, early thirties. Confident, cool, logical
- Fordham is barely more than a child. If I were in his position – the only witness to such a terrible accident, and possibly under suspicion, especially by somebody like you – I'd do my best to disappear, too. You read too much into youthful ignorance.
Thank you all again!
- I have no doubt the plans are lost in that rat's warren you call housekeeping, Young. Come, I'll help you look.
Gwendolyn, AJ, Alex and James