Disclaimer: I don't own The Rocky Horror Picture Show
A/N: You might notice, if you've read a lot of my stories, that this script resembles my earlier story Something Like Friendship. It was originally going to be a more direct adaption.
(Magenta is getting ready for the day, now in her room. Columbia is still sleeping. After brushing her hair a bit Magenta turns to look at Columbia)
Magenta: pathetic, harmless creature… why did I ever fear you?
(She then leaves the room. Soon afterwards Columbia wakes up)
Columbia (aside): I'm still here. It's not a dream, is it? God, what terrible luck I have…
(She begins looking around the room for something to wear, then gives up. The messy clothes she's wearing will do for now.)
(So she leaves the room, camera following her into the hall.)
Columbia (aside): to the kitchen we'd better go… I smell more waffles.
(After a bit of aimless wandering Columbia eventually finds the kitchen and her roommate)
Magenta: it's you.
Columbia: are you still angry at me?
Magenta: oh, I wasn't ever angry. I just perceived you as a threat and reacting accordingly. Now I realize how harmless you are and no longer plan to interrogate you or anything.
Columbia: good.
Magenta: you still might be hiding something, just not something dangerous. I've got a feeling you're up to something harmless.
Columbia: I have a right to hide some things, yeah?
Magenta: as long as your secrets don't cause any trouble for the Master, my brother, or myself.
Columbia: don't you hate him? The Master, I mean.
Magenta: I do hate him. Though if he's not happy we're really fucked, foolish girl, so we mustn't cause trouble for him.
Columbia: really?
Magenta: of course. Would you like waffles for breakfast?
Columbia: yes please. They're my favorite.
Magenta: good. They're one of the few Earthling dishes I can cook.
Columbia: you did well last night.
Magenta: is that so?
Columbia: you're supposed to say thank you.
Magenta: that's an Earthling thing, yes?
Columbia: I guess it is. (Pause) How soon will the waffles be done?
Magenta: now.
(She serves Columbia a few of the already cooked waffles. Columbia sits down at the table.)
Columbia: are you going to eat any?
Magenta: maybe. I'm waiting for my brother.
Columbia: I feel like you're serving me. It's weird, being waited on. I never had servants or anything… this is strange.
Magenta: tell me about your past. Why were you alone, dancing in the street?
Columbia: you keep asking. Don't you know I'm not going to answer? Didn't you just agree that I have the 'right' to hide harmless information?
Magenta: I can always hope you'll reveal something. If you were more dangerous I'd torture information out of you. Alas, I wouldn't be able to let myself. You're pathetically harmless, almost embarrassingly so…
Columbia: that's not so nice to say.
Magenta: it's true.
Columbia: whatever. Now, will you let me eat my breakfast in peace?
Magenta: I suppose so.
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