#deleted scene

Selfie (2014) - Deleted scene from the pilot with Eliza and Bryn during the makeunder. I think it would have been funny if they had included it!

Seems like it was change from Bryn's apartment to Eliza's.

Excerpt from the pilot draft:

🤡Write a short scene describing the blooper reel for your wip!

I see why you turned on annon, you don't want me coming after you for making a writer write!

So to me, a blooper reel for a wip is the deleted draft scenes. I mostly just straight delete those. The stuff I find funny but is cringe or whatever deffinetly stays. I embrace my inner lunatic. Thus the summary goes: "it was dull, you don't even want to know unless you have insomnia because that stuff would knock you out. Ceri highlighted all 1000 words and hit delete. Never write things that bore you kids. Find the fun!"

I did keep one in case I wanted to use a bit though, because it was not boring but didn’t fit right, so here is my surviving bloop.

He sat with a huff and gave the mouse a shake. 

Jian waddled over and plopped her hands atop the desk. 

Guz woke up on the cold hard floor. She jolted upright, and immediately felt around for her uniform--and found it immediately. Her foamy external lungs sighed with relief, and then she internalized her lungs and reformed her body inside the uniform.

She was in the work coach. The lights were off and the blinds were closed, but daylight peeked through one of the blinds. Two humans and a Vulcan were all snoring in a cuddle pile, Mariner resting her head on Rutherford’s chest and T’lyn spooning Mariner.

Well, okay, the Vulcan wasn’t snoring. As soon as T’lyn saw that Guz had awoken, she pulled her hands away from Mariner and sat up.

“Lieutenant Guz,” T’lyn whispered. “There are still four hours, twenty two minutes remaining in our allotted rest period.”

“I can never get all the way through a night in one nap. I don’t know how humans do it,” Guz whispered back.

T’lyn considered this for a few moments, and then she scooted towards Guz.

“How do Mellanoid Slime Worms sleep?”

“Well, Mellanus has, like, a 17 hour day. We sleep in the early evening, and in the early morning, for about three hours each time. There’s about a three or four hour long gap in the middle. I usually use it to work on my models, or hang out with my old Delta Shift friends.”

“You were on Delta Shift?” T’lyn said.

“Oh, yeah, that was before you showed up though. I transferred to Beta shift. For. Um. Personal reasons.”

“To be closer to D’vana Tendi, I imagine,” T’lyn said.

Guz’s cheeks flushed dark green and a bit of her face drizzled down. T’lyn stared at each drop as it fell from her face and onto her chest, then seeped into the flap on her uniform top, to presumably rejoin with her body.

T’lyn looked away. “On the Sh’val, my previous posting, a personal reason such as that would be deemed illogical.”

Guz sank.

“I am pleased that the Cerritos allows its crew such freedoms. The opportunity to make your acquaintance has been… satisfying.”

“Aw, thanks T’lyn! That’s really sweet!”

Mariner turned around in her sleep, and reached out for T’lyn. When she couldn’t find her, she just laid on her own.

“Humans are so much more affectionate than most Mellanoids,” Guz said.

“It is a pleasant attribute to their culture,” T’lyn said.

“So, you and Mariner, huh?” Guz said.

T’lyn was quiet for a moment. “What about me and her?”

“Yoouuuu like heerrrrr,” Guz said, tilting her head and smiling playfully.

“I harbor no stronger feelings towards her than any of my female friends,” T’lyn said.

“That’s not a denial,” Guz said, playfully, then she realized the implications of that, and blushed. “oh my god that’s not a denial…”

T’lyn’s face flushed green, and she looked away from Guz.

“This ‘gossiping’ is unproductive. We should discuss the labor movement.”

“Can’t really do that without the engines, and can’t talk to the engines without waking up Mariner and Rutherford.”

“In that case we should remain quiet.”

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable,” Guz said.

“That would require an emotional response which I am incapable of,” T’lyn said.

Guz and T’lyn sat in silence for a few minutes. Guz started stimming, tapping her legs, shapeshifting her hands into arbitrary figures, humming a little bit.

“What about you and Tendi?” Guz said.

“What a peculiar thing to say. Correct me if I’m wrong, but are you attempting to imply that I have romantic affections for your girlfriend?”

“Well, yeah, why not? I mean she’s pretty great.”

“Vulcans are monoamorous. It would be inappropriate for me to allow my feelings towards either you or Lieutenant Tendi to… stray from a professional degree of platonic affection.” 

“What does monoamorous mean?” Guz said.

T’lyn stared at Guz, slightly raising her eyebrows. “It means a romantic or sexual relationship between exactly two people.”

“Should be bi-amorous then,” Guz said. “Anyway that’s stupid, that’s like having only one friend, or--”

“Lieutenant. Orions are monoamorous.”

“What.”

“In many cultures the breaking of a monoamorous relationship or a monogamous marriage is considered a deep breach of trust,” T’lyn explained, with a tone that felt like she was explaining something obvious.

Guz’s breath got faster and faster.

“To my knowledge, you have not broken that trust,” T’lyn said.

“Oh no oh no oh T’lyn I have broken that trust many times. I have had romantic attraction to so many people, T’lyn.”

“Guz--”

“Zhandar, Slamtha, Ry’talla, my Academy roommate Dyani, Luna’s friend whose name escapes me, my Academy classmate Marta--”

“Guz.”

“--Ensign Olly even though she gives me PTSD flashbacks, that one cute grey mellanoid from the USS Liberty, Six of Nine, Serahn--”

“Lieutenant Guz.”

“--Lieutenant Sh’reyan, Ensign Moxy, Ensign Meridith, Ensign Haubold, Ensign Barnes,”

“EAURP!” T’lyn said, raising her voice.

“What?”

“You are hyperventilating. Stop at once.”

Guz slowed her breath.

“Also you and Mariner,” she squeaked.

T’lyn straightened her back and looked away from Guz.

“Guz, there is a matter of scale. I am quite certain you are capable of developing romantic attraction to just about any woman who is remotely nice to you. However it is only if you act upon that attraction that it is likely to be an issue.”

Mariner groaned. “What are we talking about? How much time until morning?” She grogged.

“My apologies, Beckett. You should return to sleep. There are four hours, one minute remaining in our allotted sleep period.”

“Is it truuue?” Guz said, with a warbling voice.

“Uhh… yeah I mean, probably? T’lyn’s usually right about that kind of thing,” Mariner said.

Guz sobbed.

“Why’s she so upset. We still have like four hours left.”

“I have just explained to Guz the concept of monoamory, and she is worried, despite…” and she gestured at the sobbing puddle, “that she has cheated on Tendi.”

“T’lyn. Tendi’s not monoamorous. She’s poly, like fuckin… I dunno everyone else on the Cerritos. We’re the most horny, least romantically committed ship in the Cali class.”

“She’s what?” Guz said.

“Fascinating,” T’lyn said.

“She only gets jealous if she thinks you’re gonna abandon her,” Rutherford said. “And that’s not even a romantic thing, she’s like that with me too.”

‘Friend, my foot,’ Lui sniffed. He was going to visit Free de la Hoya, who was just about the opposite.