Doctor Stephen Strange (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} mister_doctor) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} noexits,@ 2022-01-05 21:28:00 |
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WHO: Stephen Strange and Townsfolk
WHAT: SINGING
WHERE: In town, first the café, then the town square
WHEN: Early afternoon, day 3
WARNINGS: Rated C for 'corny'
STATUS: Complete
As long as he doesn't talk about the corn pudding, Stephen figures he's safe. After all, he was at the Christmas party the night before and nobody dragged him into a musical number, so maybe he was in the clear? Or maybe he's tempting fate?
Sipping his tea and contemplating the fake scenery through the café window, a little girl from the town approaches and tugs on his sleeve to get his attention. Stephen looks over and sees she wears a worried expression, which naturally makes Stephen concerned.
"Hello," he gently says.
"Are you Dr. Strange, the Sorcerer Supreme?"
Surprised she knows who he is, he stares at her for a moment, then slowly, cautiously, replies, "Yeeeesss?"
"I really need your help with a problem. Can you help me? Please, please, please?"
"What is it?" he asks, wondering if this is some sort of trick.
"It's outside," is her only answer, and she stomps her foot impatiently because whatever it is, she's very worried. "You're the only one who can help me!"
Stephen thinks it over. He's suspicious because the mental scars from past Derleth traumas run deep, and he wonders if this is a trap. Then again, if it isn't... well...
Even if it is a trap, he's confident he can defend himself. He quickly finishes drinking what's left in his cup, then stands. "Lead the way."
The little girl trots ahead, and as Stephen follows behind, he's made aware of stringed instruments playing... violins, cello, bass... a low and somewhat ominous tune. Oh shit, he thinks, but continues to follow, ignoring the music and really hoping it's not for him.
He's disappointed when the townsfolk mulling around see Stephen and start whispering/singing the opening of a musical number.
(whispered) Something Strange is happening
Something Strange is happening
[More and more townsfolk come out from every corner, the whispering gets louder, like a chant, and they start to follow along, all the while Stephen continues to try to ignore them]
Something Strange is happening
Something Strange is happening
[the music swells triumphantly - this is going to be a big chorus number ]
If there’s a problem you can’t solve
There’s just one person to involve.
StraaaaaaAAAAnge, Doctor StraaaaaaAAAAAnge!
He's StraaaaaaAAAAnge, Doctor StraaaaaaAAAAAnge!
[The little girl has led Stephen - and the rest of the townsfolk - to a park in the middle of town square, and stands beneath a tall tree]
Stephen: (spoken) Alright now, what’s the problem?
Little Girl: (sung) I’m sorry to interrupt your tea
But my kitten’s climbed into that tree
We all agree that nobody
But you can bring her back to me!
[The townsfolk all poignantly stop, eyes open wide, mouths agape, watching with exaggerated anticipation for Stephen to do something. Stephen looks around, first with irritation, but then starts to feel uncomfortable. He stretches out his hand and with his sling ring opens a pair of small portals, so the kitten can jump through into the arms of the elated little girl. The towns folk burst into cheering. Stephen is a little embarrassed, but shrugs. When in Rome, right? The townsfolk continue the song ]
Townsfolk: He’s magical and mystical
With solutions holistical
A little egotistical
[Stephen narrows his eyes angrily at the comment, The townsfolk shrink back a little then defend themselves with]
We’re being realistical.
[Stephen rolls his eyes and starts heading toward the café again, thinking he’s done, but no, it continues]
StraaaaaaAAAAnge, Doctor StraaaaaaAAAAAnge!
He’s StraaaaaaAAAAnge, Doctor StraaaaaaAAAAAnge!
[ An older lady now runs up to Stephen, carrying a pie that's seen better days ]
Lady: (sung) I beg of you to empathize
My pastries won’t even lure flies.
How can my pies win the first prize?
Please tell me sir, so sage and wise!
[Again, the townsfolk all stop to wait and hear what deep advice Stephen has to give. Stephen is exasperated... he doesn’t know how to bake! At first he shrugs how the hell should I know? But then, from his eidetic memory, something comes to him that he’d overheard being said in a cooking show played on television in the hospital room of one of his patients. Sure, why not? ]
Stephen: (spoken) Instead of ice water, use cold vodka in the pastry dough, it will make it flakier.
[He raises his eyebrows, wondering if that’s good enough and YES! It is! Again, the townsfolk cheer and start singing again.]
Townsfolk: (sung) Deep in meditation
With Cloak of Levitation
The Sorcerer Sensation
Gives his consultation
StraaaaaaAAAAnge, Doctor StraaaaaaAAAAAnge!
He’s StraaaaaaAAAAnge, Doctor StraaaaaaAAAAAnge!
[Now a man runs up to Stephen; he wears a tuxedo and has severe acne all over his face ]
Man: (sung) Today I’m going to tie the knot
But I got a lot of nasty spots
I’m so distraught, but then I thought
It’s worth a shot, can you help or not?
[Stephen looks at the man’s face and notes how bad the acne is. The young man is hoping for a quick fix, and the town’s folk are practically salivating as they wait for him to do something. Stephen knows this is a bad idea, but does it anyway - casting a spell that masks the acne, giving the illusion that he’s been instantly cured. Cheers ensue.]
Townsfolk: (sung) A simple magic spell
And he can make you well
Every boy and belle
Can tell that he is swell
StraaaaaaAAAAnge, Doctor StraaaaaaAAAAAnge!
He’s StraaaaaaAAAAnge, Doctor StraaaaaaAAAAAnge!
[crescendo building]
StraaaaaaAAAAnge, Doctor StraaaaaaAAAAAnge!
He’s StraaaaaaAAAAnge, Doctor StraaaaaaAAAAAnge!
Stephen: (spoken, breaking the 4th wall) I hope somebody’s recording because I want this as my ringtone.