A disheveled JARVIS bolts into the Atri...

A disheveled JARVIS bolts into the Atrium from the west entrance, dressed in outdoorsy gear. In pursuit is BENNETT: equally geared up, equally unkempt, more comfortable with it. Their worn jeans and boots are a stark contrast to the Atrium’s orderly, calm interior. They are covered in a fine layer of dust. Jarvis holds a smart phone.

BENNETT Jarvis!

Jarvis doesn’t look back. Bennett groans.

BENNETT Yo! Come on!

Jarvis heads directly for the trash. He turns to Bennett, holding up the smart phone with a flourish.

JARVIS It’s called airplane mode.

Jarvis throws Bennett’s phone in the trash.

BENNETT Jarvis.

JARVIS We are doing this now.

BENNETT Doing what?

JARVIS Ending the trip. I’m calling it. June twelfth. Time of death: Seven thirtysomething PM. Finito. That’s the end of our Easy Rider cosplay. Rotate.

BENNETT Jarvis.

JARVIS Swivel. Do a one-eighty. Or a five-forty. Just end up facing that way. And then go far away from me.

BENNETT Hold on. We don’t need to decide right now.

JARVIS Yes we do.

BENNETT I’m sure Cedric hasn’t played yet. Come on, let’s go back in there.

JARVIS It’s too late.

BENNETT No it isn’t! They’ll think we went to the bathroom or something.

JARVIS Who cares what they think?

BENNETT You do. You stormed out.

JARVIS You left your phone on. We walked into a Juilliard concert- late- looking like this. And instead of hearing Brahms, Canning, and Shostakovich, we were subjected to three cycles of your dumb-ass ringtone.

BENNETT It’s not “dumb-ass.”

JARVIS It’s Camptown Races.

BENNETT My dad liked Looney Tunes.

JARVIS It’s literally a minstrel tune. That’s common knowledge.

Grievous Circle was developed with The CRY HAVOC Company

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