So here's my selections/curation for Shadow Caste! I think this is such a fun and interesting collab and it's wonderful to see it moving in a positive direction for Season Two. Below you'll find some fantastic scripts and writing that I think can lead to a good foundation story-wise, and I've paired them up with some phenomenal illustrations by Lea Z. and measureddisorder. I really like the idea of the human-esque shadows co-existing with something like measureddisorder's "deer" shadow. Adds a whole other level to the story and the lore of the world.
Take a look and get to it!
INT. PSYCHIATRIST'S OFFICE - EVENING.
The office is dimly lit by an unseen source. Two gloams are seated across from each other in shadow chairs.
GLOAM PSYCHIATRIST: What seems to be the problem today?
GLOAM PATIENT: I'm exhausted. I just can't seem to keep up.
GLOAM PSYCHIATRIST: What do you mean?
GLOAM PATIENT: He's a construction worker- we're outside all day! All this shifting and stretching- it's wearing me out! Everyday it's the same thing. I start out as a longray, then gradually shrink during my midlight stage, until lunchtime when I become a noonday. Granted, it's a bit of a break being a noonday, but it doesn't last long. Before I know it, I'm a midlight again, slowly stretching out, transforming into a longray- AGAIN! It's ridiculous! (beat) You wouldn't understand.
GLOAM PSYCHIATRIST: Excuse me?
GLOAM PATIENT: Being a gloam- it must be nice. I'd love to be able to sit inside all day like this. Shoot, this is easy compared to what I have to endure! You really lucked out with your guy.
GLOAM PSYCHIATRIST: It's not as easy as you might think.
GLOAM PATIENT: Don't bullshit me! I bet he rarely ever leaves his desk.
GLOAM PSYCHIATRIST: I'm not going to argue with you. Your job may be physically demanding, but mine is mentally draining.
GLOAM PATIENT: (sarcastic) Oh, I'm sure it is.
GLOAM PSYCHIATRIST: Well, looks like our time is up.
The gloams shapes change, stretching out across the floor.
See you next week.
GLOAM PATIENT: Whatever.
Two pairs of human legs appear, as the gloams disappear into the closed office door.
HUMAN PSYCHIATRIST: (V.O.) See you next week.
The office door opens.
HUMAN PATIENT: (V.O) Yeah, see you next week.
The office door closes behind the HUMAN PATIENT's legs as he walks out.
FollyA had a great suggestion: When the GLOAM PATIENT is explaining the different phases it goes through during the day, we could interrupt the "current dialogue story" and switch to the narrated one so we can see what a shadow's life looks like (we'd need more descriptions of a midlight, noonday, longray and gloam ordinary day).
(Open On: A garden in the dark, the full moon bathes everything with silver light. A shadow shyly oozes out from behind a tree and looks up to a balcony. There, a young lady, pale as snow and no more than 18 years old stands and watches the garden.)
Gloam: During the night, when the full moon's out, I get to see her again. My little snowflake against a back drop of empty.
(He moves from one tree to another, getting a closer view of the young lady)
Gloam: If but moons of the fullest kind could stay, out of love for their dark people, then I'll keep watching her. She's afflicted, you know?
(Gloam's eyes look saddened)
Gloam: She's got that insomnia, that sadness of never knowing a full... Anything. A dream, a meal fully flavored, a night where she could rest with her mother and feel warmth, the night robs her of those things. Like me, she is eternally in gloom. A consistent non-existence made possible by the faded reflection of a light.
(The young lady stretches for a bit, and then walks back into her home.)
Gloam: I wish she could know. Know of all the joy she brings this world... My world, of gloom, and shadow, and night. That she's a pure light against the everlasting dark.
Gloam: But I don't think she ever will. And I'll never have the guts to tell her.
(Closing: Gloam slumps and slowly recedes back behind the tree)
Once upon a most unusual time, in a most unusual place, the most unusual thing happened.
The most unusual time was not today.
The most unusual place was somewhere else.
The most unusual thing that happened was...
Nothing at all.
But then something more unusual happened.
The sun went all willywacky.
It came up...then went back down...then came back up again.
And...a sad and gloomy Gentleman Gloam was caught in the same light as an elegant exquisite exceedingly exceptional AND most importantly, egalitarian Lady Longray.
Lady Longray: What a handsome young man. Why have I never seen you before?
Gentleman Gloam: I live in the night. It's not much fun. But the sun tricked me or something. Now I'm here in the day. I really like it. But it makes me sad because I know it won't last. I'll have to go back into the night...won't I?
Lady Longray: It does seem the sun has gone all gillygobbly today. Those creatures that follow us around call it an ‘eclipse’. But what an odd and wonderful thing. If not for the silly sun shenanigans, I would not have met you. And we will do our best so you can stay in the day.
Based on my idea (resourced) I tried to write a script for a tragic love story between two shadows from different worlds in a sort of Romeo and Juliet style. Well, easier said than done, but what the hell...
EXT. STREET/ MID-ECLIPSE – NOON
The sun is half covered by the moon.
We see two pairs of legs from behind.
The shot widens to show two shadows. A gloam, GLOAMEO, and a noonday, NOONDIET.
Hello? Anyone there?
Noondiet is avoiding eye contact.
Are you deaf? I mean, hearing impaired?
Although, if you are, you can’t exactly answer me…
Noondiet smiles. Gloameo stands out his hand and she shakes it.
Gloameo. Nice to meet you.
So, this is what a noonday looks like…
I was expecting, I don’t know, something else.
Well, you’re exactly how my father said you’d be.
See, that’s not fair. Here I am trying to
come up with the right thing to say to
the most beautiful shadow girl I’ve ever
seen and she goes and insults me.
(hiding a smile)
I thought you gloams were supposed to be
all dark and mysterious…
Not really. We’re just a little paler than you.
But you can still see me, right?
Oh, the eclipse. For a second there
I almost forgot about it.
Do you think…?
Noondiet looks away.
Nothing. It’s stupid.
I heard there’s supposed to be another
one of these in Europe in a year.
Do you think your caster might go?
(staring at her “feet”)
No. (beat) I mean, maybe…
Gloameo starts fading away until he disintegrates.
A moment of silence until Noondiet realizes what’s happened and looks up.
Ah! (beat) Gloameo…
The moon is gone.
Another noonday, NOONDAY #2, is cast by Gloameo’s caster.
Noondiet’s caster walks away. Noonday #2 watches as Noondiet leaves a tear behind that immediately puffs away as it hits the floor.
FADE TO BLACK
A short film idea-
Two people sit on two different park benches. Their shadows start to flirt with each other. But, just when everything seems perfect, a long shadow (longray) comes between them. Now, they must fight off the longray before the sun finally sets and they lose each other forever.