Well, here's another long project that I've had in the works for a while now, gonna try to take it slow with posting. Between grad school work and trying to get an internship I think my brain's gone to mush.
I don't own Aladdin, or any of the other properties that come into play during this.
Prologue: The First Tale
It was a warm night in the summer, the humidity of North America a far cry from the arid heat of the desert, but perhaps some might not have thought there was much difference between the two. Even still, tonight seemed like a good night. Especially when they'd both found themselves with a surfeit of free time. Everything was closed, and hey, Shakespeare had written King Lear in what essentially amounted to a quarantine lockup. Besides, this was long in coming, especially since his efforts to put the story out there on the big screen had been…incomplete. Good! But, y'know. Not everyone was there. And especially since they'd found each other again, he'd been wanting to change that.
And, well, his own 'phone plan' allowed for longer calls, so he didn't feel too pressed for time. His writing partner sat on the other side of the line, a faint murmur of exhaled smoke showing that he was ready to get to it.
"Alright, so," he started, before realizing that they already had a dilemma. "…where do we start? I mean, technically, everything's back in Agrabah, but then there was that little bit with Solomon. Kinda blanking on where to begin."
A slight chuckle, and a whuff of smoke before his writing partner answered, a laugh in his tone.
"Think we'd start at the beginning, wouldn't we?"
"Oh ha ha, bud. Yer hilarious." But he was smiling anyway, and he knew his writing partner was too. Nothing like a bit of banter to start off the night. And their whole dynamic had plenty of that. Heck, they'd all had that back in Agrabah. Though with the humor came a bit of thought, the sounds of the phone shifting a little heralding a more in-depth answer.
"I'd say start with Agrabah. There isn't really all that much to tell about Solomon. Besides, it comes up later, so…"
"Good point," he agreed, turning himself back to the act of writing, or more rather recording, as he spoke. "Though, think you're the one with the opening scene. I don't come in 'till later, remember?"
"Right, right…" His writing partner replied, another soft whuff of smoke drifting through the airwaves as he started to talk.