James Brighton Society, Chapter 1: Pages 9-10

Page 9, 5 Panels- The Cloak Room, Washington D.C. Panel 1: Cut to a shot of Dorian standing behind the bar a few beats later. His quartz red eyes still looking intently in the direction of his customer, pushing the full glass of beer toward him with his left claw hand without spilling a drop. In the background, you can see a section of the reflection of the pub going on as usual. You can also see a section of the various bottles of alcohol arranged in a line on the bottom of the mirror. DORIAN [Cont., to Grem]: Your friend Edmond was a lifesaver. He got the whole place dethawed and back in one piece just before Thanksgiving. Panel 2: Back to a shot of Grem seated at the stool as this all goes on. The glass of Guinness appearing in view at the top of the notebook as the foam settles nicely at the top, shielding his right hand where he's holding the pencil. You can see a series of scribbles and designs for inventions on the pages. Meanwhile, behind him in the background, the pub continues on with the same level of raucousness as before; the mysterious man in black looking on from the exact same table he sat in in the previous page. GREM [proudly, to Dorian]: That's the beauty of having the minion of a fire god with carpentry skills as a friend. He's also a brilliant dancer who has his own class near Michigan Park if your lady (or you) want to learn before New Year's. DORIAN [Off-Panel]: I'll keep it in mind, thanks... Panel 3-5: A three-part set of panels centered on the same setting and layout as the previous panel. In Panel 3, he immediately turns his attention to the notebook, turning it with his left hand to the particular part of the notebook that he wants to for work. He then takes the pencil, in Panel 4, and does some alteration on the torso level where he was stabbed of the design of a shirt that is similar to the one he's currently wearing. And in the next panel, we see him put pencil to paper and realter the erased area. The mysterious man in back, as was the case in the previous panel, looks on from his hidden viewing area till Panel 5 where he suddenly disappears from view in a puff of smoke. GREM [muttering to himself, Panel 3]: Well...the aluminum-steel combination's officially a bust. That's what I get for going the cheap route. What was that stuff Jenna turned me on to back at that Bazaar in Montreal? Tri--Tri--Tritanium! GREM [Cont., Panel 4]: She was talking about how strong it was and how well it adapted to her ship's armor and improved it. With the right frequency on the Wand, it should finally serve as a permanent substitute for the Armor. GREM [Cont., Panel 5]: I had hoped to use what I bought to boost the efficiency on the Isle's engine system. But I can save that for later... Page 10, 4 Panels- The Cloak Room, Washington D.C. Panel 1: 1/4 page sized shot taken in the same setting/layout as the last panel of the previous page. A few minutes have passed and our immortal Irishman still continues drawing and working inside the notebook, now locked in silent contemplation. In the background you can see one of the GIs step out of the pub, revealing a little section of the falling snow outside to the reader. GREM [thought bubble]: Speaking of shit to tweak, that portable energy shield's been on my to-do list since the summer. I'm already close to finishing it. The battery's already small enough that I can slip it into my vest. All I need to do is find a way to make sure it doesn't disrupt any of my vest's self-cleaning functions. Panel 2-3: A two-part set of panels centered on the same setting and layout as the previous one. In Panel 2, Grem takes a brief break to take a solid chug of the Guinness he has gripped in his left hand. The door to the pub already long closed by this point. Then, a few beats later, he places the now 1/2 full beer glass back don on the bar counter and continues back to work once more. GREM [Cont., Panel 2]: Yeah, there's the overload risk with all that contained solar energy if it cracks. But that's not a big worry for me. I've worked on the solar battery on the Isle for decades without any problem at all. GREM [Cont., Panel 3]: And if I'm wrong, well....I'll just drop it on top of a U-Boat in the Mediterranean. Make sure it gets a good use! Panel 4: Same setting/layout as the previous panel. A few seconds later, Grem's work and train of thought is interrupted by the sound of ringing emanating from within the messenger bag that, to this point, has just been sitting there on the stool next to him without movement. He flashes a curious and somewhat surprised look at the sudden sound. GREM [thought bubble]: The PC... GREM [vocalizing, Bubble 2]: Who the hells would be calling me this time of night?!