INT. UEL PSYCHOLOGY DEPT (LUKE'S TUTORIAL ROOM) - DAY
POV: close-up antiquated die on a wooden plinth with a glass dome over it.
Now as some of you will know: this was presented to me by my last Faculty as a leaving present...
POV SWITCH: LUKE is standing behind his desk almost silhouetted against the bright summer sunshine outside.
Someone, somewhere seemed to think it was a token of good luck which given the history of dice usage through the ages is something of a curious point of view.
O.C. There is the sound of a door opening. LUKE looks towards the sound.
POV SWITCH: CORIN enters, flustered with an apologetic look upon his face.
I'm really sorry, Professor...
POV SWITCH: seated in an arc before LUKE'S desk are STUART, GINNY, KAYLA, Z, ADAM and ROHINI: there is an empty chair on the end.
(straight in, deadpan)
...apologies unnecessary Mister Hargreaves: as a matter of fact your timing is just perfect:
CORIN looks puzzled as LUKE addresses the others.
One empty chair, one tardy young man: so: what are the chances he'll take the empty seat available rather than pull one from the stack over there and sit quietly alone at the back?
CORIN remains standing uncertain how best to proceed.
Z: just Z...
...indeed...depends on what would you say?
On the kind of person he is.
Quite possibly right, Miss Chowdra: and if he was the kind of person to leave everything to chance?
Then he'd be an idiot...
(straight in, sudden)
Every one starts.
Did anybody else hear that?
There is momentary bemusement for all concerned.
The sound...of several million devotees of "The Dice Man" drawing in their collective breaths at such a blunt castigation of their creed as that just supplied here by one Mister Stuart Hopkins: soon to be Graduate of this Parish.
Too late: Mister Hopkins the damage is done.
Mister Hargreaves: would you be so kind as to lift this glass dome and take the die in your hand.
CORIN puts his rucksack down, frowns to himself and does as he is told.
Now: let us say you have three options...to sit there, take a new chair or remain standing...
What about just leaving?
...that's also a possibility...
...or sitting on the floor?
...and again: or simply do something not listed...so, Mister Hargreaves? Would you be so kind as to roll the die?
CORIN cautiously shakes the die and rolls it onto the desk. It's a four.
It's been a pleasure seeing you, Mister Hargreaves: good day.
But I don't want to leave.
But the die says you must...and if you were "The Dice Man" then you would have little choice having turned your life over completely to decisions made rolling the dice.
Unpleasant profanity aside, Mister...
...Z, just Z...
...indeed, then yes: completely serious...
LUKE picks up a copy of "The Dice Man" by Luke Rhinehardt from his desk and tosses it towards Z: Z catches it and looks at the cover with interest.
...times were every University Student in the known world had their copy or so it seemed: how many gave it a try as a lifestyle? Who knows...but if you're looking for a direct way into Chaos Theory, there are worse ways to try and live your life.
Yeah sure: if you fancy bringing society crashing down around your ears.
What's so great about society?
Eh...it kind of keeps order for a start: I mean who the Hell wants to live in chaos?
Whose order are we talking about?
Sounds like control...
...but there have to be limits, right? Good and evil, right and wrong...
...but who decides?
...that's why we elect democratic Governments.
LUKE cannot disguise his amusement as there is general disbelief directed towards STUART at this.
Well isn't it?
In an ideal world, then yeah: of course.
How about you Professor? What do you reckon?
All eyes turn to LUKE as he looks thoughtfully out at the day beyond the window for a moment.
Ancient Civilisations: Egyptians, Greeks, Romans...all used to fear Chaos...blamed Demons and Gods for it whenever it struck. Some even believed that night time was the result of an ongoing battle between the Gods of Order and the Gods of Chaos that resolved itself in Chaos's defeat with each new sunrise...
LUKE pauses for a moment and then looks back into the room around the expectant faces.
I've always loathed the idea of Order...
Z, ROHINI and ADAM express vindication.
(quelling the noise)
But...why take my word for anything? Take a trip with "The Dice Man" there and see where it takes you.
STUART and GINNIE exchange glances.
Oh and eh...Mister Hargreaves? Feel free to sit anywhere you wish.
This provides amusement for all as CORIN sits down in the empty chair beside ROHINI, somewhat embarrassed.
That's all I can show for now... sorry it's difficult to keep the formatting.
More revelations in the next post.