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Again this is in its most completed state.
          
          *At the same time*
          
          Vitani: Ok, so how did we wind up in Saturday detention together?
          
          Kion: Well, you left a stink bomb in Wina, Sura and Anele's locker.
          
          Vitani: After they hid my clothes during swimming and got them wet.
          
          Kion: Bunga was too enthusiastic during Science, *long gap* and the floor got really slippery.
          
          Vitani: And Fuli?
          
          Kion: Talking back to the teacher. Again.
          
          Vitani: And you?
          
          Kion: Destroying school property. Something I bought got stuck in a vending machine which exploded.
          
          *gap*
          
          Vitani: Who else is there?
          
          Kion: I think that's it, as far as I know. Oh, and the teacher is Mr. Akarchi.
          
          Vitani: That's the guy who takes religious studies, right?
          
          Kion: Right.
          
          Vitani: Oh, I'm not looking forward to this.
          
          ---*Saturday Morning*---
          
          *Vitani is getting into Tama's car outside the Adaana Family Home.*
          
          Tama: I really am surprised at your behaviour this past week, Vitani. You normally avoid High School drama of any kind. Why this sudden flare up?
          
          Vitani: Winda, Sura and Anele thought it'd be funny to wet my clothes during swimming practice, so they stole them and hid them from me until after the swimming lesson when they conveniently turned up back in my changing room wet through.
          
          *long gap*
          
          Vitani: I'm pretty sure they're the ones who threw the brick in through Zuri's bedroom window and spiked the car a couple of nights back.
          
          Tama: Why would they do that? It feels a bit drastic.
          
          Vitani: It's their sick idea of humor, Tama. The difference between them and me is my pranks are supposed to be funny. They were trying to hurt us.
          
          *long gap*
          
          *Vitani's phone buzzes in her pocket*
          
          Vitani: *Surprised* Beshte?
          
          Beshte: Hey, Vitani, can I talk to you?
          
          Vitani: I'm sorta chained to a desk right about now, and you know how eagle eyed Mr. Akarchi is.
          
          Beshte: Are you still in touch with your social worker?
          
          Vitani: Sylvia? Yeah, I see her every two weeks.
          
          Interesting for you so far? Do 2 weeks sound plausible?

How's this as an alternate idea for Fuli's reply to Manaa's jibe:
          
          Fuli: I'm not a slave, Manaa, Mr. Mtaalamu pays me good money, I'm learning new skills and I just signed a contract agreeing to entering the Mtaalamu Family's personal employment.
          
          ---
          
          Beshte's New Girlfriend
          
          *The final bell of the day goes and Beshte's Class get up to leave for the Half Term break*
          
          Teacher: That will be all for today. Do not forget to look up on *states subject* regularly and I shall resume my lecture upon our return.
          
          *Beshte gathers up his belongings*
          
          Mtoto: Phew; I thought home time'd never come. Mr. *states teacher's name* lectures always take so much out of me.
          
          Beshte: Mr. *states name* knows his subject, Mtoto, and you gotta admit, he's better than some of the other teachers here.
          
          Mtoto: Yeah, you can say that again. I hear your friend Vitani got herself in detention with Mr. Akarchi again.
          
          Beshte: Well, it was wrong of her to leave a stink bomb in *states name*'s locker, even if *states name* is a jerk towards her.
          
          *long gap*
          
          Coach: Hey, Beshte, can I talk to you for a second?
          
          Beshte: Sure, Coach.
          
          Coach: Our first game of the pre season is coming up. We're playing against *States name* High.
          
          Beshte: That's going to be tough. *States name* High is a very good team.
          
          Coach: I need you to make sure our boys are on form throughout half term, Beshte. That means training daily. I'm sorry if you had any other plans for the half term but I'm depending on you.
          
          Beshte: It's no problem, Coach. 
          
          Coach: Good. Well, I mustn't keep you, I don't want you to miss your bus.
          
          Beshte: Actually I'm on my way to the showers; *gap*.
          
          *gap*
          
          *While walking down the corridor, Beshte sees Maric and his friends fighting a lone geek girl*
          
          Beshte: Hey, Maric, leave her alone! You want to risk detention with Mr. Akarchi again?
          
          Ntais: This ain't your business, fatty. Go away.
          
          *long gap*
          
          *Beshte helps the girl to her feet*
          
          Girl: Thanks, big guy. I've never been good at fighting.
          
          *gap*

I've been working on this one for a while now and this is its most completed state.
          
          Supervisor: Fuli! Query of a customer!
          
          *long gap*
          
          Supervisor: Fuli! You need to restock the shelves!
          
          *long gap*
          
          Supervisor: Fuli! Take over the cash machine!
          
          Fuli: *groans*
          
          *Long gap*
          
          Fuli: Oy...I swear that woman has it in for me.
          
          Vitani: Supervisor *states name* giving you a hard time?
          
          Fuli: That's putting it mildly. I've never been this busy before.
          
          Vitani: She's only doing her job, Fu'. She's head of the womenswear section and we're her loyal underlings. That's the way things are around here.
          
          Fuli: Still, I can't help wondering what the Track Team would make of it. I'm a goddess to them; here, I'm just...invisible.
          
          *long gap*
          
          Vitani: Well, I will admit it's getting a bit much, watching Supervisor *states name* shoving you around one moment and then making sure Madoa is giving me plenty of extra hugs or regularly taking me to the soccer field for a kickabout.
          
          Fuli: She views Madoa as a good influence on you. That's a good thing.
          
          *long gap*
          
          Supervisor: Fuli! FULI!!!
          
          Fuli: Oh, speak of the Devil.
          
          Supervisor: Fuli, I've been calling you for the last 10 minutes. You're paid to come running to my every bark and call, not waste time with your  friends.
          
          Fuli: What do you want, Supervisor *states name*?
          
          Supervisor: Query of a customer.
          
          *long gap*
          
          Fuli: Oh...my...God.
          
          Maana: Well, well, well, girls, look who it is: the mighty Fuli Haraka, reduced to a wage slave.
          
          Fuli: As a matter of fact, Maana, Mr. Mtaalamu pays me well and I enjoy the work.
          
          *long gap*
          
          Maana: And what the Hell are you wearing? A black sleeveless jumper and skirt?
          
          Fuli: This is my uniform and I think it's rather fetching on me, better than what you've got on.
          
          *long gap*
          
          Fuli: [sarcastically] Oh, I'm sorry, your Majesty, I didn't realise Mr. Mtaalamu has hired you as the official uniform inspector. Should I bow before you in the corridors?
          
          Maana: At least they'd see you for the b**** you are.

I saw a human wrestling a goat the other day and a pig biting a water hose.
          
          This is just a little something I wanted to send before I forgot it.
          
          Vitani: Um, Tama, can you make out this last number?
          
          Tama: Hmm...looks like an *states number* to me.
          
          Zuri: Nah, it's clearly a *states number*.
          
          *gap*
          
          Tama: So are you going to stare at the phone all day or are you actually inviting this Owen kid over?
          
          Vitani: [unamused] Ono. He calls himself Ono, Tama.
          
          Tama: And it is just for studying, right? 
          
          Vitani: Yeah, just studying.
          
          Zuri: You sure there's nothing going on between you and him? For a nerd, he's kinda cute.
          
          Vitani: [growing annoyed] Zuri, he's been very helpful to me, all right? And he has a girlfriend anyways. Well, all right, he has a crush, at least, and I'm not going to intrude on a friend's privacy.
          
          Zuri: Oh, come on, sis, you must've noticed he is kinda cute for a nerd. I wouldn't blame you for falling for him.
          
          Vitani: [her anger starting to boil] He's just a friend! I got paired with him for tutoring, ok? You know what I'm like with numbers.
          
          Zuri: Woah, calm down, sis, I was only joking.
          
          Tama: And we all know how bad you are with numbers, Vitani.
          
          *long gap*
          
          Vitani: [groans] The old me wouldn't have had this problem.
          
          Zuri: You mean the you from the Outlands?
          
          Vitani: Yeah, she was the bold one of her siblings. I think she'd definitely have been the type that confidently goes up to cute guys and starts chatting them up.
          
          Zuri: She's still in there, you know, lil sis. You just need to give her some more time to come out.
          
          Vitani: Well, me and this me are still figuring things out, but I kinda like her. She blends in well with the crowds, and she gets good grades. Being a nerd has some perks.
          
          Zuri: You also have no friends, apart from me and that Kion guy.
          
          Vitani: I'm getting there, and if the in crowd are anything like Maric's buddies, I'm sticking with the nerds.
          
          *long gap*
          
          *Timeskip ~ Vitani and Ono on the phone*
          
          Vitani: Hey, Ono.
          
          Ono: Hi.

Here is some dialogue that will be important to the main storyline, told via flashbacks.
          
          Vitani's Adoption Day, Part 1
          
          *long gap*
          
          Simba: This is Janae, my lawyer.
          
          Caseworker: Hello, Mrs. *states surname*. Your reputation preceeds you; I didn't know you worked for the Mayor.
          
          Janae: I have many clients, Miss *states name*. Mayor Simba is just one of my clientelle.
          
          *long gap*
          
          Simba: I've come about this kid the Police found in the car crash in which my...my Son...
          
          Caseworker: You mean Vitani?
          
          Simba: Hold on, you know?
          
          Caseworker: Yes, we've been made aware of her case. The Doctors raised an alarm when she told them about the abuse she'd experienced and a Court order was issued separating her from her family. She is listed as being under our care.
          
          Simba: I've come to apply for legal guardianship of the girl. I am a Father with a young daughter, and Vitani reminds me a lot of myself at her age. I believe I am the best person to look after her until she can be placed with an adopted family permanently.
          
          Caseworker: I see. You are aware this means you will be responsible for her clothing, feeding, welfare and education?
          
          Simba: Yes, I know.
          
          *long gap*
          
          Simba: Hold on, a second signature?
          
          Caseworker: The law requires two guardians, in order to give the child an idea as to what life with a proper family is like.
          
          Simba: Do they have to be male and female?
          
          Caseworker: No, there have been instances with guardians of the same sex, but don't you feel Vitani should have a strong female figure in her life that she can look up to?
          
          Janae: I am prepared to sign the document myself but I already have my hands full with two young children of my own.
          
          *long gap*
          
          Caseworker: Sorry, Mr. Mayor but you need to find another signature before I can hand the girl over. You have 48 hours to find a second signature. If not, she will go into a care home.
          
          Simba: I know what the Adoption Act requires. I wrote it, after all.
          
          *long gap*
          
          Simba: I'll talk to my wife, but...*gap*.

Hi. Any ideas for how the LG might have first met each other?
          
          *Hasara and her younger sister are sitting in a hospital waiting room when a medical orderly approaches them*
          
          Orderly: Hasara and *states name* *states surname*?
          
          Hasara: Yes?
          
          Sister: What's happened? Why did Mum stop screaming? Is she...
          
          Orderly: Your Mother is fine, and she's asking for you. Please come with me.
          
          *long gap as Hasara and her sister are led into a ward where Mei is lying on a hospital bed with three bundles in her arms. Anika is standing by her side and Nirmala is cleaning tools*
          
          Mei: Hello, sweethearts.
          
          Sister: Mum, are you all right? What happened?
          
          Anika: Please calm yourself, *states name*. We've something to show you.
          
          Hasara: Is it an engagement ring?
          
          *long gap*
          
          Mei: Meet your new brothers. These are Gianni, Jerome, and this is Asante.
          
          Hasara: Aaaw, I love them! Hi, baby brothers. I am your big sister, Hasara.
          
          Sister: Aaw, shucks! I was hoping for a sister.
          
          Mei: Oh, and this is Delaney.
          
          Sister: Oh, thank God. I love her already; I know we'll be friends.
          
          *long gap*
          
          Mei: So what exactly did Mr. Mtaalamu offer you, Hasara?
          
          Hasara: Nothing very much. Just his Company.
          
          Mei, Anika and Sister: Wait, what?!
          
          Hasara: You're looking at the future CEO of Mtaalamu Industries.
          
          Sister: You don't know anything about fashion, sis.
          
          Hasara: No, so he's going to be sticking around for a few years to teach me the ropes. He'll then retire so he can focus on his wife and new daughter at which point I'll become CEO.
          
          Anika: What about Tiba and Sarabi?
          
          Hasara: Tiba and Sarabi are taking over a company which Sawe bought out as soon as they are married.
          
          *long gap*
          
          Hasara: I was shocked, too, but this is going ahead, and I've signed the document that adopts me into the Mtaalamu Family. He helped me a ton after the fire, and Jesminder and me clicked instantly when we met.
          
          Sister: And Anahi?
          
          Hasara: Anahi is still my girlfriend, and it's still Mtaalamu Industries by the way.

Do you have any ideas for what Tiba and Sawe might look like?
          
          Mei's Interview And Photoshoot
          
          *Mei walks into Mtaalamu Industries and knocks on Kaia's desk*
          
          Kaia: Oh, hello. Are you Mrs. Mei *states surname*?
          
          Mei: Yes, I am her. I'm told an interview has been arranged for me with a certain Mr. Tiba Mtaalamu?
          
          Kaia: That's right. Please come with me, I'm sure he'll be ready for you soon.
          
          *long gap*
          
          Tiba: Mrs. Mei *states surname*?
          
          Mei: *shakes his hand* Hello again Mr. Mtaalamu.
          
          Tiba: Hello again yourself, my dear. Before we start, what's with the suit and tie? You're here to be a sales assistant, there was no need to smarten yourself up. Your regular clothes would have been sufficient.
          
          Mei: These are my normal clothes, Mr. Mtaalamu. I believe a woman should be appropriately attired whatever the occasion.
          
          *long gap*
          
          Tiba: Sarabi, dear, will you please sit beside me during the interview? I may require you to keep minutes.
          
          Sarabi: Ok, Mr. Mtaalamu.
          
          *long gap*
          
          Mei: So how did you and Sarabi meet?
          
          *long gap*
          
          Mei: So what exactly does Mtaalamu Industries do?
          
          Tiba: These days we're mostly into the manufacturing, designing and sale of clothes to members of the public and various clients. However, we also *long gap*.
          
          Mei: So why do you want me to be a model? I'm already a School teacher; it might not be easy to work my shifts here into my schedule.
          
          *long gap*
          
          Tiba: Please take a seat, Mrs. *states surname*. My Dad's clients are anxious to start the photoshoot as soon as possible so we're going to have to make this a shotgun interview. 
          
          *gap*
          
          Tiba: Tell us about yourself, Mrs. *states surname*.
          
          Mei: Well, I am 25 years old and have been working as a teacher at Pridelands High for *states time length* years now. I live with my Father and my two teenage children, who are the whole world to me.
          
          Sarabi: Tell us about your children.
          
          Mei: Well the eldest is Hasara, she's Captain of the Chess Team at Pridelands High and the youngest is *states name*.

One more interview now. Who did you suspect the interview in question might be for?
          
          Kion's Interview, Part 1
          
          *At Mtaalamu Industries, Tiba comes into Sawe's Office*
          
          Tiba: Hello, Dad.
          
          Sawe: Hi, Son. Do you mind if I ask why you've asked to be excused from the *states time*? I'm sure Mr. *states name* is going to want to meet you and Sarabi in person.
          
          Tiba: There'll be a time for that. Sarabi and I have arranged a meeting of our own.
          
          Sawe: Are you taking her to Fuhara Cafe again?
          
          Tiba: No, we're going to meet two potential employees she recommended to me. It's to do with Jesminder's fashion show.
          
          Sawe: Oh. How are you getting on with organising that, by the way?
          
          Tiba: Well, Sarabi spoke to Nala over the phone and she's agreed to wear the *states age* year old female outfit since it's her age group.
          
          Sawe: The current AND former Mayor's wives as our models? That'll certainly lend our company an element of glamour. Very well done there, Son.
          
          *long gap*
          
          Tiba: *long gap*...and our very own Fuli Haraka will be wearing the 16 year old female outfit.
          
          Sawe: That's all excellent news, Son. So all we need now is a 25 year old woman and a 15 year old boy.
          
          Tiba: And Sarabi and I are going to speak to them. She's recommended to me a certain Mrs. Mei *states surname* and Kiongozi Abioye, who is currently a student at Pridelands High.
          
          Sawe: Mayor Simba's Son? What position are you going to offer him in the company?
          
          Tiba: I was going to ask him to join our design team, on Sarabi's recommendation. Aparently he owns a varsity jacket which he designed and made himself.
          
          Sawe: The design team might not like that, Son. He's 15; that's a bit young for a fashion designer. Why not put him in clothes manufacturing or just make him another Sales Assistant?
          
          *long gap*
          
          *Timeskip ~ Sarabi And Tiba are driving towards Pridelands High*
          
          *long gap*
          
          Tiba: Sarabi?
          
          Sarabi: Yes?
          
          Tiba: I'm sorry I have to drag you to Dad's big Corporate Dinner.
          
          Sarabi: That's all right, Tiba. *gap*

One more interview to go and then a return to other dialogues. Can you guess who the last one will be for?
          
          Tama's Interview, Part 1
          
          *Tama is riding in a bus*
          
          Bus Driver: *States name* District, next stop.
          
          *gap*
          
          *Tama walks down the streets from the bus stop*
          
          Tama: *states name* Mansion...*states name* Mansion...
          
          *gap*
          
          *Tama arrives outside the mansion and presses a buzzer*
          
          Voice: Hello?
          
          Tama: Hi. This is Tama Adaana. I believe I have an interview with a Mr. *states name*?
          
          Voice: Yes, we have been expecting you. Please come in.
          
          *long gap*
          
          Boss: Hello again, Mrs. Adaana. I am Mr. *states name,* CEO of *states name.*
          
          Tama: Hello, Mr. *state name*. First, I really must apologise for my daughter's behaviour at Mr. *states name*'s party. I wouldn't have taken her but Sarabi was at her shift at Mtaalamu Industries and Simba and Nala were both out and I don't like leaving her alone.
          
          Boss: Don't apologise, your girl didn't do anything wrong ~ she was defending herself from unwanted male attention, and *states name*'s Son was making inappropriate advances towards her. It's understandable that she reacted in the way she did.
          
          Tama: Either way that doesn't justify her punching my employer's Son.
          
          *long gap*
          
          Woman: Who's this?
          
          Boss: Mother, this is Mrs. Tama Adaana. Mrs. Adaana, this is *states name*, my Mother.
          
          Woman: I assume she's here to work as a maid?
          
          Boss: No, she's going to look after our Grandchildren while we are away on our business trip.
          
          Woman: I don't like that idea, *states name*. What kind of educational background does she have? What economic situation is she in? You can't trust women like her, especially around our Grandchildren.
          
          Tama: *Annoyed* For your information, Mrs. *states name*, my formal education stopped when I was *states age* years old due to Scar's laws, and *long gap,* plus I have two daughters who I am raising alone.
          
          Woman: Your husband left you? Why doesn't that surprise me?
          
          *long gap*
          
          Boss: I must apologise for her, Tama.

Think of this as a prequel to the one with Simba, Kion and Vitani.
          
          *Knock, knock, knock, knock*
          
          *Sarabi opens the door*
          
          Vitani: Grandma! *She hugs her*
          
          Sarabi: Hello, honey. *Kisses Vitani's forehead*
          
          Fuli: Hello, Mrs. Abioye.
          
          Voice: Fuli, my dear, you look absolutely stunning in that dress.
          
          Fuli: *Blinks* Dad? What are you doing here?
          
          Vitani: Officer Haraka?
          
          *long gap*
          
          Officer Haraka: Something's come up concerning the woman you, uh...encountered...on the way back from Tree Kingdom.
          
          *Hands Vitani a sealed envelope, out of which Vitani takes a letter*
          
          Sawe: Aloud, if you please, Vitani.
          
          *long gap while Vitani reads the letter*
          
          Vitani: There's no signature.
          
          Tiba: I believe you recognise the handwriting, however, my dear?
          
          Vitani: Yes...it's Zira's.
          
          *long gap*
          
          Sawe: We've talked this over with your parents and the last thing we want is for Zira to get her hands on you two again.
          
          Tiba: There is a solution, but it will mean *gap* and absolute minimal contact with friends and family members, just until we know that Zira is no longer looking for you.
          
          Vitani: It's me she's going to be looking for, Mr. Mtaalamu. Why is Fuli concerned in this?
          
          Tiba: She's your friend and Zira knows that. She's likely passed that fact onto Scar and his followers. We must assume she is in danger too.
          
          *long gap*
          
          Vitani: Us? Living together?
          
          Tiba: You two girls would be living in rented accommodation in *states district's name*. It'll mean absolute minimum contact with friends and family members and no phones, since they can be traced, but a representative of Mtaalamu Industries will visit you regularly to check on your progress.
           
          Vitani: No phones? You mean none at all?
          
          Officer Haraka: No, modern phones can be traced.
          
          *long gap*
          
          Sarabi: Girls, I can see you're not happy about this, but we think it's the best solution.
          
          Vitani: *Sighs* Ok, Grandma, but that doesn't mean I have to like it.
          
          Fuli: *Groans*
          
          *gap*
          
          Vitani: Can my boyfriend come? If Zira finds him again...