breakinglight11 | 31 Plays in 31 Days, #5

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.)

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

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