The real and imaginative adventures of Dennis Spielman

Month: April 2012

The Violated Woman in White

Saturday, April 28, 2012.
I had just returned to my office after taking pictures of the Norman Music Festival when there was a knock at my door– a dainty knock. I sat my camera on my desk and answered the door. There was a dame – maybe in her 40s – must’ve been a looker back in her day. Bit of a looker still, I suppose, with her long white dress, curly blond hair, and an unseasonably warm coat.

“You Dennis Spielman,” she asked, taking a puff of her long cigarette.

“I am.”

She let herself in. “I’m in a bit of trouble.”

“Aren’t we all?”

“Cute,” she faked smiled. “You still a P.I.?”

“I am, Miss–”

“Jeanette Schafer.”

“Miss Schafer, I must inform you that I’m a still new at this game and my past two cases remain unsolved.”

“I have faith in you,” she said as she took a seat on the couch. “You have a special, sort of knowledge that others don’t possess.”

“And that would be?”

“Of places, from doing your travel show.”

“Ah.”

“You see,” she took a drag, “I can’t remember what happened to me last week. All I know is that I went on a date and ended back at my place, violated. I figured you could take me to a few places and see if anything triggers my memory.”

“I can do that, although, what will happen if you remember?”

“Don’t worry about that, dear.”

Miss Schafer held out her hand. I helped her to her feet. She gave me a few tidbits about what she could remember about the restaurant. The place sounded familiar. I put on my fedora hat and drove her to the Gold Dome.

During the ride, she told me that the week before a friend of a friend also named Jeanette had been taken advantage. A serial rapist of Jeanette’s? Crazy. Still, I called my own friend Jeanette to check up on her. She didn’t answer. Miss Schafer said not to worry as she told me tales of her youth and adventures in Hollywood. Some of the tales made me believe that she was much older than she appeared.

I opened the car door for her outside of the Gold Dome. We went inside to the restaurant. For a Saturday night, the place was fairly quiet. Miss Schafer took in the aroma.

“I remember this place,” Miss Schafer said. “We were here.”

A young hostess approached us. “Just the two of you?”

“Yes, but we won’t be staying long,” Miss Schafer spoke. “Where you here last Saturday?”
“Sorry, I wasn’t.”

“It’s okay, child. I’m just trying to remember what happened to me last week. Would you give us a moment?”

“Sure,” the hostess said and left us alone.

“Do you remember anything about the man?” I asked her.

“No,” she trailed off, glazing around the room.

“Oh, hey, there’s my friend, Jeanette,” I said, pointing to her sitting in a booth in the far corner. Across from her was a man in a black suit, about 35-years-old, sort of charming, but plain, in a way that was forgettable.

“That’s him.”

Miss Schafer marched over to the table. I ran ahead, passing Miss Schafer, straight up to Jeanette. The commotion we made got their attention.

“Hey, Dennis!” Jeanette said, waving hello.

“Get away from him,” I warned her.

Miss Schafer caught up. She slapped the gentleman across the face. “You bastard.”

“What’s going on?” Jeanette asked.

“This man violated me,” Miss Schafer said.

The gentleman laughed. “But you had such a good time.”

The gentleman stood up along with four other men in black suits from the table besides us. They gathered around, putting the three of us in the corner.

“I’ll handle this,” Miss Schafer said.

The room grew cold as she vacuumed all the heat around. Her eyes turned porcelain white. From her jacket, she pulled out an old fashion ink pen, the kind you would dip into ink. With the pen she stabbed herself and put it against the wall. I should’ve figured out that this dame was a blood muse. She stopped. Her eyes returned to normal. She looked at Jeanette and I.

“I don’t know their names,” she confessed. “I can’t do the spell.”

“I don’t remember his name either,” Jeanette told her.

The gentlemen laugh in unison.

“We are the anonymous nobodies,” they spoke. “We feed on pleasure, but tonight we shall feed on your demise.”

I grabbed a steak knife from the table and slashed one of their necks. White blood gushed out, hit me, and burned my skin. The gentleman laughed as his wound healed.

“Any other plans?” Jeanette asked, hiding behind me.

“Just one,” I said. “For I summon the Spanish Inquisition!”

Jumping out from the kitchen were three men in red robes wearing gold crosses.

“Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!” the center man announced.

The gold from inquisition’s necklaces weakened the gentlemen into submission as they handcuff them. The inquisition took the gentlemen away, leaving everyone in the restaurant a little confused.

“Well, it looks like you solved a case,” Miss Schafer said.

“I guess did. Now, let’s get you ladies home.”

Crazy, Wild Improv Challenge – Juicy!


The Time Traveling Troupe, Raychel Winstead, Kyle Brower, and Jessi Kyle, star in this wild improv challenge where they’re in an alien invasion movie, however, the movie keeps changing genres.

Dennis’ Commentary: We filmed this challenge after we did the pitch video for the Time Traveling Troupe. As were were filming this challenge, a cop showed up to close the gates for the park where we were. Thankfully, I heard him and rapped up the video and the cop was super, super cool and didn’t interrupt us and let us finish. Yay for cool cops!

The Time Traveling Troupe!


Introducing my latest show, The Time Traveling Troupe!

The Time Traveling Troupe is an improvised comedy series inspired by Doctor Who following the adventures of The Traveler, staring Raychel Winstead, and her two companions, Travis played by Kyle Brower, and Tiffany played by Jessi Kyle. Watch our terrific pitch video above introducing the cast, the show, and our plea for your support to make The Time Traveling Troupe series a reality!

The show will be filmed with multiple cameras in front of a live studio audience at Reduxion Theatre in Oklahoma City. At the beginning of each episode, The Traveler will ask for three suggestions from the audience to set the story for the show. Each night they will be joined with various talented improvisers to play supporting characters. The first season will feature 12 episodes with a run time of approximately 30-minutes. Episodes will be available to watch for free in full via YouTube for everyone.

Since time is currently in flux, I need your help to make absolutely sure this show happens. I’m trying to raise $5,000 to rent the theatre space, have insurance, hire bodyguards, buy costumes, build set pieces, construct the time machine, pay the actors, wombats, get supplies, etc. If I surpass the goal, I’ll be able to do more and pay everyone better for their hard work. In exchange for your support, you’ll receive a gift. Gifts are cool.

Jessi, Kyle, Raychel and I are all incredibly excited about the show. I hope you make a pledge. I’ve been wanting to do do a “filmed in front of a studio audience” show for some time now. I believe this will be a first in Oklahoma City’s (certainly in some aspect).

Go visit the Kickstarter page to pledge your support! Then like the Facebook page and the Google+ page and then tell your friends!

The Felty, Puppety, Love of Community Challenge #12

In this 2-for-1 video, Elizabeth Westermann of Puppet Crush, Buck and Clint Vrazel of Twinprov, and Andrew Agee sing two improvised songs. The challenge? To do the songs with puppets! Don’t let the puppets fool you because this video gets a bit wild.

Dennis’ Commentary: I had a rare opportunity to get an improviser all the way from Seattle, Elizabeth Westermann, for a challenge, so I snatched it. Everyone was hanging out at Eric Webb’s place after an OKC Improv show where Elizabeth was performing with Buck and Clint. I didn’t plan on filming a challenge, but I had a chance and everyone was game. The challengers had so much fun, we ended up doing a second song.

OMG!

Look at what appeared in my living room when I awoke this morning!

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