31 Plays in 31 Days, #5 - "Bombshells"

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So this entry is unexpectedly a total new idea I had just the other day! I was thinking about how much I loved Marvel's Agent Carter, and it spurred this idea in my brain. What if I combined the cute 40's-era women's sensibilities with cool wartime superheroing in a slightly different way? That lead to this, which might have the potential to be developed into something bigger or more ongoing, the title of which came to me immediately-- "Bombshells." Isn't that cool? 😊

Also, Gertie and Julie are named after my grandmothers.


Day #5 - “Bombshells”
by Phoebe Roberts

GERTIE, a WWII-era special member of the WAC
MABEL, another special member
JULIE, driving the bus

Europe, 1944, during the war
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(Two women dressed in jumpsuits, vaguely Rosie-the-Riveter-like, sit in metal room, with the sound of a blasting mechanical engine in the background. GERTIE reads a magazine. She holds it open and shows it to MABEL.)

GERTIE: Give it to me straight— rolls or curls?

MABEL: Oh, brother.

GERTIE: I can’t make up my mind! I need more eyes on it.

MABEL: What’s the fuss about? You’re just going to get messed up on the job anyway.

GERTIE: Still! I don’t want folks thinking I don’t make an effort. There’s no rule that says we can’t doll up between missions.

MABEL: Oh, you just got your eye on that Randazzo fellow.

GERTIE: What do you know! I just like the cut of his jibe. And he’s got a hell of a right cross.

MABEL: Look at you, honey. Wouldn’t have pegged you as the type to go after a guinea.

GERTIE: Oh, it’s not like he’s meeting my folks.

MABEL: Good thing, seeing as they’re probably going to send him to Germany and he’ll get his head blown off. Never minds his right flank, that one.

GERTIE: Oh, he’s not that dumb!

MABEL: Suppose he could be blind in one eye, maybe. You checked?

GERTIE: Aw, lay off! He’s a nice fellow, is all. Gives me something to keep myself up for when we’re crammed in the dark for six hours.

MABEL: That’s why I got no use for boys. I got enough to worry about without having to put my face on every day.

GERTIE: Oh, it’s not like that. A girl just feels more sure of herself when she’s got her looks right, that’s all. I think that helps. Keeps the spirits up.

(MABEL takes out a flask and drinks.)

MABEL: I use real spirits for that.

(Enter JULIE, also in a jumpsuit, with goggles up on her head.)

JULIE: We’re there, ladies. You ready?

(MABEL shakes her flask at her.)

MABEL: Just getting there now!

JULIE: Mabel Jankowski, did you bring booze onto my boat?

MABEL: Got enough to share.

JULIE: You better not be soused on an op, honey. You may be the best, but so help me, I will report you to Captain Sister. She may have left the convent, but she’s still a hell of a hand with that ruler.

MABEL: Just enough to work up the courage! Going to need it, aren’t we?

JULIE: You will if you miss the drop. Suit up, ladies. It’s time to get out.

(JULIE exits as MABEL and GERTIE strap on their packs and helmets.)

MABEL: Hope Sergeant Randazzo still likes you when you’re a grease spot on the ground.

GERTIE: A grease spot with swell hair, at least. Besides, he doesn’t scare me. He’s only got twenty-six successful drops under his belt. I got three more than he does.

MABEL: Three more? When did you make twenty-nine?

GERTIE: Right damn now, honey!

(GERTIE throws open the door. Sound of the wind whipping by at ten thousand feet. Laughing, they jump out of the plane.)

Comments

[in-water-writ.livejournal.com]

I like! More please!

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I will try to come up with more!

[lisefrac.livejournal.com]

That made me smile :)

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Yay!