Autumn. A wide open theme. Could have gone so many ways, that I expect we'll get some nice variation this week. Let's hope so! Come back later for a recap with links to the other sketches and information on submitting for next week.
And if you've got a theme you'd like to see us try out for next week, leave it in comments here, or on one of the other blogs when their sketches are up.Leafer's Paradise
EXT. RURAL ROAD - DUSK
A lone luxury sedan drives over rolling hills in the golden sunset, the millions of brightly colored autumn leaves glowing in shades of red and orange. Perfect foliage.
Oh, Marcus! It's beautiful. You were right, this was the perfect weekend to drive up. Sorry I doubted you.
No worries, babe. I checked the almanac, the National Weather Service, and had the boys in accounting run some numbers based on the last 20 years, factoring in warming trends. I knew this would be the peak weekend.
I just wish we could have skipped work and had an extra day. But anyway, this place I booked should be perfect. The Double-A Guide gave it three coffee cups.
You mean the Triple-A Guide.
INT. HOTEL LOBBY - NIGHT
RUPERT and MAGGIE stand behind the desk. He's in his 50s, balding, and looking rumpled-casual in a button-down shirt. She's in her 30s and crisply turned out. The door opens and MARCUS and VANESSA stroll in with too many bags for a weekend trip. He and she are both in their 30s, decked out in the flannel, cashmere, and special boots they bought just for this weekend.
Good evening, and welcome to Hearth House. Are we the Pithbottoms?
Yes, we are. I'm Vanessa and this is Marcus. Your inn is beautiful, really.
Maggie taps at her computer.
Thank you. Let's see, we have you for three nights, checking out Sunday morning, and you wanted to do two of our foliage tours, one tomorrow and then the special Leaves & Lakes Tour on Saturday. How fun!
Will you be dining in the restaurant this evening?
Sure. Sounds good.
Doesn't he look like Bob Newhart? You think he's like him?
Aren't you chilly? Maybe you should put on a cardigan?
Rupert gets this a LOT. He rolls his eyes and gives the couple a withering look.
Yes, yes! Now I see it.
Maybe later, ma'am. Right now, let's just get you two finished with check-in.
Maggie taps a bit more, Rupert shuffles some papers.
Doesn't she remind you of that Gilman Girl?
You know, Laura Gilman, from that show you like?
Oh you mean--
--Okay, we're almost done. Will you be keeping this on your American Express?
Actually, I'd like to put it on this Visa, instead.
Vanessa looks at Marcus questioningly while he hands his card to Maggie.
The wind outside kicks up. Rupert and Maggie look at each other and hurry up the process. She drops the card in her haste and both get looks of abject terror at the delay. The wind picks up more. Just as Maggie runs the card through the reader, the front door FLIES open and a mass of dead leaves blow into the lobby, propelled by a whipping wind.
If I could just get you to sign here?
Maggie and Rupert look at each other with a mixture of relief and amused resignation.
Wow, that was some wind. Hope it doesn't effect the leaves too much.
EXT. RURAL ROAD - DAY
A van drives through a vast wasteland. I mean, like Tunguska AFTER the event. Dead, gnarly trees as far as the eye can see beneath a leaden sky. Swirling piles of leaves gather in little eddies.
TOUR GUIDE (V.O.)
On the right, you'll see a stand of Vermont maples, renown for their beautiful, deep red leaves in autumn.