Time Lady of L.A. #14: Intro Page

Intro Page, 5 Panels Panel 1: We start on a shot showing Deeliah and Montoya standing in front of a window on the command center to the Martha Jones, looking down like kids staring down from a bridge at a freeway overpass at an unseen and unknown cityscape (save for the sound of cars faintly down below). Ms. McFly, dressed in her usual uniform with a Bernie 2016 t-shirt under her trademark orange vest and standing on the left of the panel view, can hardly contain her giddy excitement at what's about to take place. An excitement that Montoya, dressed in a smart looking black buttoned up formal shirt with a pair of jeans, somewhat shares. Though with slightly less intensity than her partner. DEELIAH MCFLY [Bubble 1]: Ohhh, this is gonna be AWESOME! MONTOYA [to Deeliah; Bubble 1]: Did you load the Sandlanus extract into the tubes? DEELIAH MCFLY [to Montoya; Bubble 2]: Of course, dear! Each one is filled to the brim, ready to drop putrid hell on that orange piece of cra... Panel 2: Same setting/layout as the previous panel. Deeliah looks up and notices the unseen reader looking in on their conversation. She stops her train of thought and gives a smile. Her hands sliding into her pockets before addressing them. Montoya, meanwhile, splits her gaze between Deeliah and the action below as this all goes on. DEELIAH MCFLY [Bubble 1]: Hey there, sorry about that! I forgot there was one of these things going on today. Montoya and I have been busy the past few months or so, in between adventures, gathering up Sandlanus extract from this planet called Lyiernus-M. The Sandlanus are basically large, rancid bear-mouse hybrids who produce an odor from their rectal glands 1,000 times stronger than your Earth skunk. Their excrement has a festive orange color, not unlike my vest, which I thought was fitting given where we are. MONTOYA [Bubble 1]: The 2016 Republican National Convention in Cleveland, Ohio! DEELIAH MCFLY [Bubble 2]: Yep. We plan to drop large orange stink bombs on the roof of Quicken Arena. The smell providing a most delightful, and I think fitting, odorous signature to the man they want to run for the U.S. Presidency-- MONTOYA [interjecting; Bubble 2]: As well as any subsequent insanity that may follow the initial boom-y bits. DEELIAH MCFLY [Bubble 3]: Indeed... Panel 3-4: A two-part set of panels centered around the same setting and layout that we've seen through the whole page. In Panel 3, Deeliah and Montoya turn to each other. Their arms locked around the other's respective waists in a sign of pure loving embrace as they look in each other's eyes. In Panel 4, a few beats later, they kiss lovingly with Deeliah's hand moving up Montoya's back. DEELIAH MCFLY [Cont., to Montoya with a horny smile; Panel 3, Bubble 1]: Is the popcorn ready to go? MONTOYA [nodding; Panel 3]: Indeed, my darling. As is that lovely vintage of Plutonian wine from the 33rd century in the icebox; the Bomshi'kahwawa. DEELIAH MCFLY [Panel 3, Bubble 2]: Fantastic... Panel 5: Same setting as the previous panel. The layout moving in slightly on our lovely couple as, after a minute or so of passionate snogging by the two of them, their respective arms slowly moving up the other ones' backs. Deeliah stops and tilts her head slightly toward the reader one last time. DEELIAH MCFLY [Cont., to the reader]: This one's gonna take awhile, folks. In the meantime, enjoy the big battle, the timey-wimeyness (yes, it became a word. Somewhere around the 22nd century to be exact) and all of the action and excitement that will come in this issue. Not to mention a pretty big reveal from one of our sort-of antagonists and a sweet reunion near the end. Who knew the mid 1980s would be so fun? Outside of hair metal bands, anyway...