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Chapter 1: What fictional events inspire the story in this episode?
While inspired by real events, the following story is fictional and does not represent any actual person nor event. Imagine a city unlike any other, where the denizens of this world and others collide daily. Welcome to New Orleans, babies. And please enjoy a stormy little cocktail the locals like to call something wicked. John Carpenter presents Something Wicked.
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Morg 3 out.
Copy, Morg 3.
Hey, Steve. Boogity boogity.
Oh, hell no!
What the fu- Didn't quite stick the landing on that one, did we? I'll only give you a six. Welcome to the first day of the end of your life. What is happening here?
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Chapter 2: How does the setting of New Orleans influence the narrative?
What it is ain't exactly clear. You best start answering, Buffalo Springfield. Oh, I dig your style, baby. Right to business.
Ugh, motherfu- Stop it!
I believe this is what you call positioning.
Make this feeling stop.
Make what stop? That deep down feeling? Like a cancerous acid eating away at your very innards. That's decomposition. But it's a sign of good faith. Yeah. I'll suspend it. Oh. Oh. Merci. It's pronounced Merci. You know who I am. Yeah. Baron Criminelle. Patron saint of criminals and murderers. One of my many powers is I know everything that has happened. Like your petty dabbling in voodoo.
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Chapter 3: What role does voodoo play in the characters' lives?
I wouldn't call it petty. Come now. All those times you lit candles to me? Asking for blessings and protection whilst committing your crimes? Mm-mm. It wasn't truly sincere, now was it?
Well, looks like I got what I paid for. I got killed this afternoon. Or have you forgotten?
That looked like that one hurt. Yeah, you may be dead, T-boy. But there's many ways I can still hurt you. So this is judgment day? Well, let's get to it. Bring on the suffering. No, no, no. I don't judge. And why would I want you to suffer after raising you from the dead? Amusement. I'll give you that one. That's fair. But in this case, I need your help. And if I refuse?
Then I shall send you on your merry way. Oh, wasn't it my brother Sam you were supposed to be standing before? A while ago. Baron Sandy?
Keeper of the Gate of the Underworld, Sandy?
Mm-hmm. He got this quaint little cottage industry he calls death. And while my boyish antics or whimsical musings do cause him great consternations... You know what really pisses him off? Let me guess. Hardiness? Circle takes the square. Now see the big picture.
Which means the Sacred Twins aren't too happy now, either.
Mm-mm. The ancient gravediggers that protect that threshold between the living and the dead. Murasa. You know how they feel about their timetable. So, if I'm not working with you, then that would make you a runaway soul. And who do the ancient twins call for a runner? The cruelest of voodoo barons.
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Chapter 4: Who is Baron Criminelle and what are his powers?
Baron Criminel. Sweet old world, ain't it? In the spirit of full disclosure, I wish a favor in return. A boon, if you will. I need a little less jib jab and a little more on the down slap. You dig? There's some old friends I would love to see just one more time. I wouldn't want it any other way than we have in a court. But as my prospect said in his own words, I believe it went like this.
There's, um, this young girl. Her family needs her back. Please help a barren criminal.
Let me guess, Thule Andrews? Exactamundo. And you know my fondness of women and children. Why not go get her yourself? Below my pay grade. Okay, since you know everything, where is she? Where's the fun in that for me? And as you said, amusement. And if I'm successful? If you're successful, I'll put in a good word to ease your transition. And just to make it sporting, here, catch.
That's the medicine Thule needs. And I'll even throw in a little lanyap. That van, the one you just got ejected through the windshield? Well, the driver bleeding out in there, Steve, he's got a gun. I bet that will come in real handy. Merci for the lanyap. Oh, I don't handle disappointment very well. I get emotional. Watch running, mister.
Nothing personal, Steve. But you did call me your stiffy. And that's just rude. And I'm gonna need your gun for this journey. I got miles to go before I sleep. Tick tock.
Oh, babies. The 1970s French Quarter at the Gunga Den. And a young Louisiana firebrand is about to begin her adventure by joining the mob.
Spooky. Spooky, baby. Set us all up with a Vucaray. Ah, the Mystic Order out celebrating. That's always a good sign. Three Vucarays coming up. Four. It's now four, Spooky. Okay. They also call them a mystic hurricane. Why's that? Because I'm the only one that really knows what the hell's in them. You silly chap. Say, when are you going to join us, Spooky? My Jedi can see you got the power.
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Chapter 5: What conflict arises between the characters in the story?
Oh, like I got the time, Miss Lily. I might have the power, but I ain't got the energy. Old man DeLuke is driving me crazy running the Gunga Den and don't even get me going about his boys. I heard that. My family and businesses. What can one do? We're celebrating our newest member of the Mystic Order. Hey, congrats. What's your name? Polly. Polly Robustelli. No, child.
Polly ain't no Mystic Order name. Huh? The Mystic Order is a bit like the French Foreign Legion. You'll get a new identity. What y'all think, sisters? She look like a man to me. Considering I have no children, much less grandchildren, that seems most illogical. I see that changing quickly. What's that in your cup? I think it's a little bit more than drink. Pardon me. Exactly what is...
The mystic order of the bayou. No need to whisper. We're not a secret society. But we are discreet. And we maintain the balance. The balance of what? All things great and small. But how? And why me? As Groucho Marx said, I refuse to join any group that would have me as a member. Who is looking out for the best interests of the people? Our people. Tell me, who runs this city? Really? Hmm...
The mayor, Moonland Drew, is entrusted with that responsibility and has done a wonderful job from making inroads for the neglected to opening the Superdome. But I hear talk that City Hall is in the pocket of big business and developers, which never bodes well for the people.
Then again, I've also heard the New Orleans Mafia, no disrespect to the proprietors here, are the ones that keep the peace and things running, especially in the quarter. But also, word is, the Zulu Social Aid and Pleasure Club have inspired many like-minded folks to great community efforts. So, if I had to say... See, he gets it. He listens.
I hear everything that happens in the Ninth War and Treme. I hear everything in Uptown. I hear everything downtown. Which includes City Hall. I hear everything else. It's not who you know. It's what you know about them. Because information is power. And then there's also other powers and gifts. Alls and wonders. Oh. Oh! You're talking about things like my grandmother, Pappy.
She was a Cajun traitor. A mystic healer.
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Chapter 6: How do the characters navigate their relationships and challenges?
It skips a generation, you know. Some say it preserves the Mystic Order's longevity. We protect the next generation. But make sure we survive to pass it on to the ones after them. No, no, no. Mommy and Daddy forbid me from ever... And they was wrong. Afraid of what they couldn't comprehend. But you understood naturally. Like a calling. As with nature, every day you grow. Or you begin to die.
No, don't fret, sister. We're gonna help you. We ignite you. Sorry it took a while, ladies, but, you know, it's Halloween. For the correct. You know, they also call them a mystic hurricane. Raise your glass, sisters. Our tradition. When one of us raises a glass, whether in joy or sorrow, we all raise a glass united. See you next time.
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It seems like a lifetime ago. Cookie, you look exhausted. Here, boobie, sit with us. Lily dropped off some dumplings and pho, and I made you some rainbow cookies. Let me go fix your plate, dearie. Thanks, Ethel. I didn't get a chance to eat today. Eating is its own religion in New Orleans. But wait till I return. I want to hear every detail.
I remember sitting on this old porch, your old porch now, and your grandfather, Rooster, teaching you how to play poker.
Yes, he instructed me very well at counting cards, reading people, and how to call a bluff.
Probably wasn't the best tutelage for a proper young lady.
Au contraire, my mayor. It was the best thing for a grieving teenager visiting New Orleans. Sorry, I didn't mean to bring up unpleasantries. It's quite alright, Nickadoodle. Wow, haven't heard that name in a long time.
You remind me so much of your mother, Jeannie. She was fearless, just like you. Here you go, Nikki. Now, tell us all about your day. Yes. Was Miss Tammy able to help you? They call her the Tam DeLorean, you know.
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Chapter 7: What impact does the storm have on the plot and characters?
Cause it's seven cemetery dust. Bad spirits can't enter. Superstitions have no factual basis, ladies. Oh, there are my boys to pick me up.
To quote a wise man, when you believe in things you don't understand, then you suffer.
Superstition ain't that way. I'm not familiar with that quote. Is it Mark Twain? Stevie Wonder.
See you all tomorrow. Be careful in this weather we got coming.
I must get up early and check on the tour shop in the morning until Paige returns.
Then take my car tomorrow. With all the weather they're expecting, I doubt Esteban will be riding around.
Thanks, my mare. Oh, what was it you wanted to speak with me about earlier?
Goodness, what was that? Well, I'll mention it once I remember. Sleep tight, Nickadoodle. Night, my mare.
Here you go, Pops. If you gon' be needin' later, best hit me up quick. Soon as I'm out. I got a soiree to get to, you feel me? Sup, Cordell?
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Chapter 8: What are the final revelations and themes presented in this episode?
Yeah, we about to go biblical on those 9th Ward motherfuckers.
Cypress wood? Seven cemetery dust. Old school, but effective. But it seems somebody left the chimney flue open, and that's all I need. How about a grind?
I know, baby. Mama's made a lot of mistakes, and you deserve better. We all do. This time, I promise, it'll be different. Mama wants to get clean, and I swear to you... Look, Mama, in the eyes. Look at me. I swear I will never use to get... Not after tonight. I will never use again after tonight. I even have the admission forms all filled out. Check in, what's that say, 8 a.m.
Things will be different. Things will be different. They even have a work program set up at the library, and my baby girl can read all the books she wants while Mama's working on herself. But see, Daddy is gone right now. I don't know when he's coming back, and I'm hurting. And in this storm, I can't make it to the methadone. I have the shakes too bad. I need you, honey.
I need you to be strong for Mama. I need you to fix Mama. You can do this. You can do this. Okay? Listen. My counselor even said it's safer to detox with them. Okay? So you can do this. You're going to take that smack and put it in that spoon. That's right. Not too much. Well, more than that. That's right. You're going to heat it up with a lighter. Don't let it burn. Not too much.
Don't burn it or your little fingers. That's good. Okay. All right. Pull it away from the heat and wait for the bubbles to stop. And now you're going to sprinkle some of that fairy dust in that vial right there and stir it with the needle. That's it. Dry it up. Press the plunger. Get all those bubbles out like you see Mommy and Daddy do. That's so good. Okay.
I promise this will be the last time you ever see me use again. Ladybird, Ladybird, fly away home. Your house is on fire. Your children were burned, except for the little one called Nikki, who hid in her books. You made mama proud.
Mama! Wake up! Wake up! You can't... Wake up, Mama. Mama. Wake up. Someone! Someone help me! Damn it! Help! Help me!
Mama!
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