{The stage is dark. All light are off}
{Narrator:}
This is the (un)happy story of Mr. and Mrs. Spaceman
Mr. Spaceman was nothing special and he knew it. He worked for a firm that made drills. Not terribly exciting. Not terribly anything, except terrible. Terrible was the name of the game in the drill business: Terrible pay, Terrible hours, terrible safety conditions, all for TERRible Corp.
Mrs. Spaceman was nothing special and she knew it too. Every day she woke up at seven thirty, made coffee, drank a bottle of wine, said goodbye to Mr. Spaceman, swept the hab unit, drank another bottle of wine, did the laundry and dishes, wine, watched her reality shows, and fell asleep because of wine. She didn't seem to notice the fact that nobody drank the coffee she made every morning.
Little Jonny Astro Was special, and he was fully aware. The only problem keeping him from several prestigious academies, universities and other official sounding places, was the fact his parents didn't care how special he was. They didn't seem to care much about anything, really. The only thing they cared about was wine and beer, respectively.
If this seems like it's depressing, that's because it is
It's a tragedy, genius.
{stage lights up, revealing a rather disappointing house. The only noteworthy features of this place are that instead of a sky out the windows, stars are visible These should be cheap props.}
[Enter Mrs. Spaceman. She bumbles around the kitchen for a while ]
Mrs. Spaceman: (Mumbling)
[Mrs. Spaceman produces some coffee. She sets it on a counter next to seven identical coffee cups.]
Mrs. Spaceman: "I need a drink"
[Quite impressively for seven thirty in the morning, Mrs. Spaceman downs an entire bottle of wine]
[Enter Mr. Spaceman. He picks up a suitcase and heads to the door]
Mrs. Spaceman: "Bye."
Mr. Spaceman: "Shut it, woman"
[Exit Mr. Spaceman]
[quite oblivious to the fact she drank an entire bottle of wine seconds earlier, Mrs. Spaceman reaches for another]
Mrs. Spaceman: "I need a drink."
[Rather alarmingly, she downs another entire bottle. The audience is left to wonder whether there is anything in the prop bottles at all, or if the actress is truly a depressed alcoholic]
[Enter Jonny Astro]
Jonny: "greetings, maternal figure"
Mrs. Spaceman: "English, Jonny. We talked about this."
Jonny: "Imbecile"
[Exit Jonny]
[Mrs. Spaceman proceeds to putter around stage again, performing several daily tasks. Once each is completed, she reaches for some more wine]
[Enter Mr. Spaceman]
"I'm home, get me a Astro-beer"
[Mrs. Spaceman doesn't respond, as she's too busy being unconscious from drinking]
[Mr. Spaceman lets out a variety of colorful expletives, grabs a Astro beer and heads off stage. Exit Mr. Spaceman]
[Exit Mrs. Spaceman]
Narrator: The following day...
[the entire exchange repeats. Once the narrator announces the day, another coffee cup is stacked in the pile. This continues for two more Iterations, until the stage is pulled back, giving a view of space and the fact that the Hab block is connected to a space station. Just before the stage goes black, you see the name , neatly printed on the side with block letters]
PURGATORY
[close curtains]
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PURGATORY Station
Science FictionA miniature space opera featuring the (un)happy lives of Mr. and Mrs. spaceman. Tragedy/comedy. Yeah I dunno what I was thinking when I wrote it either. Not my favorite project but it's something new. Least it's done. Wrote it years ago so don't hol...