A character that we do not know very well has found an object on the ground. She/He thinks it is a wand, even though it looks just like any old tree branch, and begins to swing it in the air. As it whips around, this character becomes sleepy/begins to hallucinate. The branch continues to swing on it's own, and now seems as if it has switched roles with the arm/person that was once controlling it.

--Jorge

The wand/ branch jumps onto the wall, multipying itself into many branches, whirling bacteria, at first chaotic then ordering themselves to swinging arms, hands of clocks - writing time by hours, minutes, seconds. Changing time. Sped up time. The wands become invisible - virtual circles stand, rims of clocks, stillness around the movement they've been carved by. The clocks are made of stone. Sundials. There the sun comes. It dawns on the character (see above). Wake up, branch! Throw shades into day.

--Rozalie

The character, sleepy and confused, approaches the clocks and, after circling them slowly and hesistantly, attempts to step onto one of them, only to fall completely through it and into an environment filled with a gelatinous, multi-colored substance. Wading through this world, the character encounters other characters who perform various repetitive cyclical actions that get them nowhere. The character struggles against their "orbits," at times nearly consumed, but manages to move forward. Suddenly...

--Tessa

the character, X, stumbles and falls face first into the gelatinous substance. trying to pull her self out, she sinks deeper and deeper unable fight against the quick sand nature of the substance. the circling characters performing repetitive cyclical actions watch her sink in disappointment as though they lost one of their crew members.

however, under the surface of the substance, X can finally move again as her limbs become fins and her skin turns to scales. and X can hear sounds again: the whir of a calm current, whale calls in the distance, the constant rhythm of her heart beat as she cuts through the deep ocean water.

for miles she travels through the water, happy, but still driven to find land. . .

--Nikki

the other characters start by moving freely, and far from each other, sometimes bouncing off one another like particles floating in an orbit, but this 'gelatinous, multi-colored substance' becomes thicker , the characters begin to have difficulty moving, they are drawn toward one another, almost like searching for support in this threatening situation, but once they have come together into a clump (like in comp class) the feeling changes to a competitive situation of survival (and here we can use the movement we made in class)...

--Elyssa

NERVOUS ENERGY INTENDED ACTION Certain characters are identified according to the inadvertent movements they make (which are tracked/made into sound) in certain situations: social, solitary, engrossed, tired, etc. Other characters (also tracked) move only with great purpose or deliberation, or when commanded to move by an outer force (figures or tools of authority, for example, or even technology itself). Their stillness consists of a stupor in which there is neither function, thought, nor imagination.

What produces these characters and their actions? How might these characters interact, if at all? Is there something everyone is trying to avoid? What do they want?

--Tessa

While in the blue gelatine-water-layer characters (letters, symbols, signifiers, etc) have found each other, associate and break apart, and again and again, intentions and meanings float in air above, in green air, and they fork like paths - through the brain. Choices made and reconsidered, branching off - or returning. Nerves in connection - or deaf to the transmitting force. Why do ashes write so fluently grey and white 'why' in the milky way?

--Rozalie

Smoke sears up from the ashes, curling and jumping as it reflects the blue light, green light, and blending finally into a white space filled with gently swaying limbs, the hands of the clocks, now separate from their faces and keeping no particular time at all.

--Tessa

faceless, they move through space where time is almost suspended, the faster they move the slower time becomes, their faces have been transplanted to other body parts, shoulders, knees, palms, soles of feet, and the space where their real faces would be are hollow,multi- colored cavities.

the eyes on these transplanted faces are watching intently as to what and who is moving around them, the focus of these faces may be entirely in a different direction than the moving body attatched to them, they are like disassociated observers in their own creations

--Elyssa