Scout Leader Penny/Dialogue

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==Dialogue_E01C_Tales_Penny==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	It's just so nice to have campers scampering around here again. 	
 	 	 	Now who remembers the Pioneer Scout motto? 	
 	 	 	Say it with me: "Ever Upwards". 	"Ever Upwards" said deliberately
 	 	 	Ohohoho... very good! 	"very good" said a little condescendingly
 	 	 	Aren't we just so lucky here in Appalachia? The hills, the trees, the rabid wolves... 	
 	 	 	Well, could be worse, aha ha. 	
 	 	 	Don't leave any scraps out, now. Don't want any more scroungers like Bearsy over there! 	Bearsy is a bear statue at the campsite
 	 	 	Oh, poor ol' Bearsy. I give him trouble, but he's fun to have around. 	
 	 	 	Well wouldya look at that! The view here never ceases to amaze. 	
 	 	 	Admire it while you're young, kiddos. One day you wake up with rusty sensors and it's all downhill from there.	
 	 	 	 	
 	 	 	And only moderate to severe amounts of hazardous particles, to boot. 	
 	 	 	Remember, campers: no littering! How'd you like it if you came up this mountain to a heap of garbage? 	
 	 	 	Ok campers, when you go out hiking don't forget the buddy system. 	
 	 	 	Little Layla really fried my circuits, running off like she did. 	
 	 	 	Boy, that sun's a killer, there. You could fry an egg on my dome at this rate. 	
 	 	 	But that wouldn't make a bad breakfast, though, would it? Aha ha. 	
 	 	 	Well, wouldya just look at all those stars! Oooh, how precious. 	
 	 	 	Didya bring any marshmallows? Little Susie always loved roasting marshmallows. 	
 	 	 	Well gosh, it's just so good to see ya, there, kiddo. 	
 	 	 	Wouldya look at that? Guests, all the way up here! Oh, for cute! 	Oh, for cute! = How adorable/delightful
 	 	 	You look like an expert camper, there. I betcha been all over Appalachia! 	
 	 	 	Oh, welcome! Welcome! Take a seat and rest, why dontcha? 	
 	 	 	Make yourself at home, now, dear. 	
 	 	 	Welcome to Camp Adams, hon'. We just love visitors, dontcha know. 	
 	 	 	Oh yeah, sure, it's tough to keep track of the little whippersnappers. 	
 	 	 	But seeing them all grow up from tiny Tadpoles into brave Pioneers? That's worth it, you betcha. 	
 	 	 	Bearsy? Oh sure, he's harmless. Been there as long as I can remember. 	Bearsy is a bear statue at the campsite
 	 	 	And my memory banks go back- well, a lady never tells her age, dontcha know. 	
 	 	 	Well, I do have some scary stories to tell, but not while the sun's still up! 	
 	 	 	That wouldn't be very scary at all. 	
 	 	 	Bedtime now, dear. C'mon back another night. 	
 	 	 	Enjoy the rest of your night, now. 	
 	 	 	Have you thought about joining the Pioneer Scouts? 	
 	 	 	We could always use more members, aha ha! 	
 	 	 	Especially now. 	
 	 	 	You know, we're always looking for more Scouts to join our happy campers! 	Insinuatingly
 	 	 	Oh, well if it isn't another Pioneer Scout! So good to see a fresh face. 	
 	 	 	Uff da! A little big for a Pioneer Scout, arentcha? 	Uff da! = Surprise
 	 	 	Welcome! I just love meeting new campers. 	
==E01C_Tales_Dark==
#	Scene 	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	E01C_Tales_Dark_Scene_01 	 	This on? Oh, good. I'm sure glad the speakers are still working. 	
 	E01C_Tales_Dark_Scene_01 	 	Hello, campers! Ready for a frightful tale? Remember, these tales are interactive, so put on your brave face and act out the story when prompted.	
 	E01C_Tales_Dark_Scene_01 	 	Today's tale is called: Terrors of the Dark. Hm. Seems the holotape has some errors... Well, I'm sure it'll be fine. 	
 	E01C_Tales_Dark_Scene_03 	 	Uff da! I'm sorry to interrupt the tale, but we have an emergency. Or at least, my Scout Leader Emergency Protocol says we do. 	
 	E01C_Tales_Dark_Scene_03 	 	My protocol is pulling up a missing camper flag. Now, I'm almost certain I counted everyone correctly, but we should be thorough, just in case. 	
 	E01C_Tales_Dark_Scene_03 	 	If we can't find our shadow camper, let's look for traces they may have left behind. And remember the buddy system! 	
 	 	 	Poor little Scout, frightened out of her wits. 	
 	 	 	Knock down those shadows! 	
 	 	 	Help our little Scout by taking down the shadows. 	
 	 	 	Pretend you're there with the Scouts. Laugh, snack, enjoy! 	
 	 	 	Including me in the festivities? Oh, for cute. 	
 	 	 	This is an interactive story. Try doing what the Scouts were doing! 	
 	 	 	Gather some firewood, but don't wander too far. 	
 	 	 	I bet that poor Scout could use some help gathering firewood. 	
 	 	 	Remember, wet wood doesn't burn. 	
 	 	 	I do hope we haven't really lost anyone. 	
 	 	 	The last time a Scout went missing was... well, the last time I told this story. 	
 	 	 	Have you checked everywhere? 	
 	 	 	Don't be shy, there. Come over and take a seat by the fire! 	
 	 	 	What are you doing out there in the dark? Come sit by the fire. 	
 	 	 	Tonight we're doing one of my very favorite Pioneer Scout pastimes: campfire tales! 	
 	 	 	Aren'tcha cold, dear? Bundle up and sit down for a tale. 	
 	 	 	As soon as everyone's seated, I'll get started. C'mon, now! 	Happily excited
 	 	 	Uff da! I am not equipped for a fight! 	
 	 	 	Um, not to alarm anyone, but this is bad. This is very, very bad! 	Trying to keep it cool when she's extremely frightened
 	 	 	Please be safe, campers! Run and hide, but- but only if you can find your way back! 	Panicing in an emergency situation
 	 	 	Um, campers? You can handle this, right? You're big and well-equipped for Pioneer Scouts! 	
 	 	 	This is not what I had in mind when I planned for campfire tales! 	
 	 	 	The dark is dangerous, so we need to keep the campfire lit. 	
 	E01C_Tales_Dark_Scene_BringHolo	 	No camper to be found? What about that holotape? Bring it to me and I'll play it over the speakers. 	
 	E01C_Tales_Dark_Scene_BringHolo	 	Find something? That holotape could be from our missing camper. Bring it over and I'll play it on the speakers. 	
 	E01C_Tales_Dark_Scene_BringHolo	 	Would you bring that holotape here so I can play it over the speakers? Maybe it'll give some peace of mind. 	
 	E01C_Tales_Dark_Scene_HoloIntro	 	Thanks for your efforts, everyone. Now, I found a holotape in this misplaced bag. I hope that this will explain what's going on. 	
 	E01C_Tales_Dark_Scene_HoloIntro	 	Alright now, gather round. There was a holotape among the missing camper's belongings. Let's give it a listen and see what we can find. 	A little apprehensive of what they'll find
 	E01C_Tales_Dark_Scene_HoloIntro	 	Gather in, campers! I'm going to play this holotape we found. I sure do hope it will explain some things. 	
 	E01C_Tales_Dark_Scene_HoloIntro	 	 	
==E01C_Tales_Mary_Old==
#	Scene 	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	E01C_Tales_Mary_Scene00_Welcome 	 	Ah, young thespians! I'm so glad you showed up. I am telling these young Pioneer Scouts a story, you see. 	
 	E01C_Tales_Mary_Scene00_Welcome 	 	Just listen to the story and during the obvious moments, I will cue you for a sound effect. 	
 	E01C_Tales_Mary_Scene00_Welcome 	 	If I say someone screams, then you should scream. If I say someone fell down, make a thumping noise. Use anything nearby, ok? 	
 	E01C_Tales_Mary_Scene00_Welcome 	 	Splendid. As a storyteller, I strive for interactivity with my audience. This is an art! Ok, now... go hide yourselves. It's almost time! 	
 	E01C_Tales_Mary_Scene01_Hammer 	 	Beware my young campers. This is a tale of the creeping fear that dwells within... and without. 	
 	E01C_Tales_Mary_Scene01_Hammer 	 	Long ago, the Bellwether family built a home in these very woods. For days, Ma and Pa Bellwether built their cabin with their hammers. Tap tap tap. 	
 	E01C_Tales_Mary_Scene02_Squeak 	 	The very moment their home was complete, Mary heard squeaking from the floorboards. Squeak squeak... 	
 	E01C_Tales_Mary_Scene02_Squeak 	 	"Rats!" Mary exclaimed to her parents. "The home has rats! Can't you hear this?" But they could not hear it. 	
 	E01C_Tales_Mary_Scene03_Axes 	 	Their ears were dull, Mary thought. She laid out traps for the rats and went to bed. 	
 	E01C_Tales_Mary_Scene03_Axes 	 	But then... chop chop. The sound of a distant axe chopping wood. Chop. Chop chop. Much closer now... 	
 	E01C_Tales_Mary_Scene03_Axes 	 	Chop. CHOP! Right outside her window. Mary rushed to look, but nothing was there. "Ma! Pa!" She exclaimed. 	
 	E01C_Tales_Mary_Scene04_Splash 	 	But Mary's parents didn't hear the chopping. "Why do you make up these stories, Mary? Get back to work. Take water to the animals," they said. 	
 	E01C_Tales_Mary_Scene04_Splash 	 	Maybe it was a dream, she hoped. Mary went to the well and dipped in her bucket, but the bucket was heavier than it should have been. Strange. 	
 	E01C_Tales_Mary_Scene04_Splash 	 	She peered into the bucket. Blood, and a severed head stared back! Chopped at the neck with an axe! 	
 	E01C_Tales_Mary_Scene04_Splash 	 	She screamed and dropped the bucket into the deep well! SPLASH! 	
 	E01C_Tales_Mary_Scene05_Slam 	 	Terrified, Mary ran back to her home and slammed the door, locking it behind her, then boarded up the windows with planks of wood. 	
 	E01C_Tales_Mary_Scene05_Slam 	 	"We are cursed!" She cried out to her parents. 	
 	E01C_Tales_Mary_Scene06_Gramophone	 	Suddenly from behind the cabin, a quiet voice whispered mechanically... "Tut tut... I am so glad to see you here in my home." 	
 	E01C_Tales_Mary_Scene06_Gramophone	 	"Such a sweet family to call me here with your noises. I am drawn to the cacophony of chaos." She cackled. 	
 	E01C_Tales_Mary_Scene06_Gramophone	 	*cough* Gramophone *cough* 	
 	E01C_Tales_Mary_Scene07_Alarm 	 	Ma Bellwether threw her hands in the air. "Honestly Mary, I don't know what to do with you. You need to stop playing games. You're nearly an adult!"	
 	E01C_Tales_Mary_Scene07_Alarm 	 	Pa Bellwether said, "Enough. We'll bring the Sheriff out to investigate." And he rang the alarm bell which could be heard for miles. 	
 	E01C_Tales_Mary_Scene07_Alarm 	 	"No Pa! She is drawn to the noise!" Mary shrieked and backed into the cabin. 	
 	E01C_Tales_Mary_Scene08_Sheriff 	 	"I don't see any blood," Pa Bellwether sighed as he looked down the well while Mary's parents waited for the Sheriff. 	
 	E01C_Tales_Mary_Scene08_Sheriff 	 	The Sheriff was beckoned by the alarm, and arrived with her deputies. "What's the distress, exactly?" She started to look around the cabins. 	
 	E01C_Tales_Mary_Scene08_Sheriff 	 	As they entered the family cabin, the Witch cackled madly and they flew into a sudden and catastrophic rage! 	
 	E01C_Tales_Mary_Scene09_Witch 	 	The Sheriff lunged at Mary, but she ducked, and he fell down the well and drowned. 	
 	E01C_Tales_Mary_Scene09_Witch 	 	Ma and Pa Bellwether ran into the woods, followed by the deputies. It is not known what happened to any of them. 	
 	E01C_Tales_Mary_Scene09_Witch 	 	It was then that the Witch arrived to claim Mary. 	
 	E01C_Tales_Mary_Scene10_Well 	 	Mary opened her eyes and stood tall. "You do not scare me!" She shouted at the top of her lungs. "You are nothing!" 	
 	E01C_Tales_Mary_Scene10_Well 	 	And at that very moment, the sun rose and flooded the woods with its bright light. 	
 	E01C_Tales_Mary_Scene10_Well 	 	The Witch was scalded and her hair caught fire. Mary took her chance and shoved the Witch into the well. 	
 	E01C_Tales_Mary_Scene10_Well 	 	Then Mary calmly closed the well cover and locked it tightly. 	
 	E01C_Tales_Mary_Scene11_End 	 	Mary Bellwether lived the rest of her days here waiting for her parents, drinking not a drop of water from that well. 	
 	E01C_Tales_Mary_Scene11_End 	 	Some say the Witch could still sometimes be heard cackling from the well. Waiting to be let out once more. 	
 	E01C_Tales_Mary_Scene11_End 	 	So that's why Pioneer Scouts Campgrounds built your cabin right on top of the well itself, so it can never be opened again. 	
 	E01C_Tales_Mary_Scene11_End 	 	Storytime is now over. Sleep tight, campers! 	
==E01C_Tales_Mary_New==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	The storm is lightening up... it probably will clear up soon. We need to finish up the story before it's nice out and the mood is ruined! 	
 	 	 	Oh! Looks like the storm is clearing up. Well, I can't tell this story when it's nice and lovely outside. I'll just have to tell it some other time.	
 	 	 	Hmm. Well, campers, we have to have some older scouts to help me tell this story. Maybe next time there's a storm we'll try again! 	
 	 	 	As the Witch was dead, Mary destroyed the ring of stones just to make sure she could never be summoned again on Bellmont land. 	
 	 	 	But some say that if too much blood is spilled up here during a storm ... that the Witch's coven will return to claim what's theirs. 	
 	 	 	Sleep well, my pioneer scouts... sleep well. 	
 	 	 	Then, after most of the familiars were destroyed, Mary was able to kill the Witch herself. 	
 	 	 	It was then that Mary's Granny dropped her shawl to the ground and stepped from the shadows. 	
 	 	 	"You're... you're not my granny at all!" Shrieked Mary. 	
 	 	 	The Witch shrugged, "If you say so, but I did think of you my own..." She threw her head back laughing. 	
 	 	 	"Thank you child, for donating this man to the coven," her Granny snarled. "For donating your Gran, too." 	
 	 	 	Mary, though sickened, flew into a rage. "You have no power on Bellmont land!" She shrieked. 	
 	 	 	Remembering that familiars are the best way to weaken the Witch, she began viciously destroying everything except the Witch herself. 	
 	 	 	"What are you doing?!" The Witch screamed as her familiars were mowed down by Mary's fury. 	
 	 	 	Mary's parents went to town to look for the doctor, leaving Mary and her Gramps in the homestead. 	
 	 	 	The Witch's many familiars noticed Mary's activities, and hustled into the clearing from the nearby woods. 	
 	 	 	It was common knowledge that familiars gave Witches strength, secrets, and long life. 	
 	 	 	Mary began to feel ill, and lept out of the Ring. "Why am I sick?" She shrieked. "What's happening, Granny?" 	
 	 	 	Her Granny stepped into the Ring and knelt by the Uncle, hand on his chest. Blood oozed from his face, and suddenly he stopped moving. 	
 	 	 	Insects exploded from the woods, attracted to the scent of cursed blood. 	
 	 	 	The storm raged on as Mary collected the things that her Granny asked for. "I feel sick," she told her Granny. 	
 	 	 	Her Granny put a warm rag on her neck, "Dear heart, the Witch knows what you're doing and she's trying to hurt you." 	
 	 	 	Mary looked determined. "I'm going to finish this circle of protection anyway, and she'll be sorry she ever hurt our family!" 	
 	 	 	But she knew that something had affected her, something very unusual. Did she get it from the circle, or from something else? 	
 	 	 	Everybody gather around the campfire before the night is over and I'll tell a tale. 	
 	 	 	Some of you scouts have been here before. Especially you in the front row. Huh. 	
 	 	 	Time for a story, scouts! If any older scouts can assist, we can make this tale really come to life for the younger scouts. 	
 	 	 	A night like this seems like it's perfect for the tale of Shrieking Mary. Gather around, scouts, and we'll get started! 	
 	 	 	As a Scout Leader, it's our job to prepare you all for the world! My program adapts to incorporate skills that you may need for the future. 	Lots of excitement, as if she incorporated normal camping skills like sewing or archery into the program.
 	 	 	Okie-dokie Pioneer Scouts! Look at this night. Perfect for a campfire tale if you ask me. Gather up by the fire and we can begin. 	
 	 	 	This is a spooky story, not recommended for younger scouts! Unless you sit with another scout who can help you through the scary parts. 	
 	 	 	Some of you look old enough to help me demonstrate some of the scenes in the story to the younger scouts. Be prepared! 	
 	 	 	This is a scary story, so bring a buddy! 	
 	 	 	Don't worry, campers. I'll try to shake things up a little bit! 	
 	 	 	Is everybody ready? This is the perfect night for this tale! I'd hate to miss it. 	
 	 	 	Mary pulled her Uncle into the Ring of Protection and suddenly he grimaced in terrible pain. "Granny? What's happening?" She shrieked. 	Scared Mary
 	 	 	Once everything was in place, Mary looked at her Uncle and he was even worse. His eyes were bulging, and his fingers and toes were black. 	Annoyed
 	 	 	"Granny, we must get him to his bed. He's in pain!" Mary shrieked. 	
 	 	 	But her Granny replied, "No dear, he can't move. He is cursed by a Witch, and now he suffers. Drag him into the Ring of Protection now!" 	
 	 	 	Scouts, come on! The campers are waiting to see how this looks. 	Annoyed
 	 	 	Mary's Uncle followed her back to their campfire and sat down. He was a wreck. Bite marks all over his body, chunks of flesh gone. 	
 	 	 	He stared into the flames, barely blinking. She offered him soup and water, but he remained motionless. 	Ominous
 	 	 	Her parents went to town to look for a doctor, and her gramps whispered, "Get your uncle some herbs from your gramp's grave." 	
 	 	 	Mary's gramps had died the day they arrived on the homestead, and was buried behind their family cabin. 	
 	 	 	"You must also gather stones, clear a space, and build a purification ring. Light 13 candles, my dear, one for each month," her granny advised. 	
 	 	 	"But how do you know this, granny?" Mary asked as she gathered these things. "A witch? What is happening?" 	
 	 	 	"Hurry! Once you have started, the Witch's familiars will become attracted to your activities," her granny ignored her question. 	
 	 	 	Do I hear more scouts running to our campfire to listen to our tale? 	Excited
 	 	 	Oh! More campers have returned at last! Turns out Mary's bells work even today! 	Delighted
 	 	 	Oh, how nice! More Scouts have joined us for the story. I'm delighted! 	Delighted
 	 	 	Scouts! Ring those bells louder please! The other campers can't hear them! 	
 	 	 	The first stormy night after moving in to their newly built cabins, Mary's Uncle went missing in the woods while collecting firewood. 	
 	 	 	She begged her family to ring all three bells at the homestead in the hopes that he would heard them and find his way home. 	
 	 	 	Don't forget. If you're an older scout, I expect you to help tell this story! Try to re-enact some of the scenes around the campfire. 	
 	 	 	Make noises with common items around the cabins or just go wild and be creative! 	
 	 	 	Since there are some older scouts here, I expect some realistic interpretations of this story! Roll those sleeves up, Scouts! 	
 	 	 	All right, my scouts! It's time to get started. We want to wrap up while it's still night time. 	
 	 	 	This story has been retold many times, and the truth of it is somewhat lost to time. Here is a version of... the Tale of Shrieking Mary. 	
 	 	 	This is the story of a young girl named Mary who lived in this very spot a long time ago with her family, the Bellmonts. 	
 	 	 	They settled this land and tried to build a homestead here, but little did they know... this land was already claimed! 	
Category:Wild Appalachia dialogue files