Spirit of 77 Season 1 Episode 3
Spirit of 77 S1 E3 - Welcome to the Women's Prison of the Apes
Starring
- Mike as Tom S Fisherman: a gonzo journalist known as one bad mother on the streets who is out to uncover the truth and has a female sasquatch as a companion.
- Stephen as Killian "Baphomet" Burque: goth glam rocker alien visitor looking for the new sound and his the place his came from and deeply confused about their gender identity
Almost immediately after returning to The City, Fisherman, Baphomet, and Helga Sasquatchorski picked up by The Man. You don't shoot two people in the desert and leave them alive on the side of the highway without expecting some sort of consequences.
They sat in their holding cell waiting to be processed and sent off to county. A place that Tom Fisherman was not looking visiting. Having spent his career exposing crime and corruption and exposing his fair share of criminal activity that resulted in arrests of some of The City's most notorious mob bosses.
Baphoment meditated on their current situation to free his mind and see what the universe had to tell him. He had a vision of being processed by a judge in a small room with only a two way x-tech communication television. Things did not go well for the two of them in that room. He had another vision of a room with a woman who was nice to them offering them something that felt nice in his vision.
Not long after coming back from his trance, their number came up for processing. They were cuffed, escorted by two cops to an interrogation room, chained to the tabled, and left by themselves for a moment.
They didn't even have enough time to form a half-cocked escape plan, because moments later the door opened. In stepped a cop carrying two cups of coffee followed by a woman with her hair in a tight bun dressed in very professional business attire carrying a very thick folder in one hand and a briefcase in the other. The cop put the coffee in front of them, took the cuffs off them, and left.
The woman sat in front of them and lay her folder out onto the table and began flipping through it slowly.
"My my, gentleman, and ma'am, you certainly do know how to cause trouble," Fisherman could see the photos were of them stealing the Aloha Express and their trail of chaos through Marmot County.
"Let's talk deal, lady" Tom said, wasting no time, "That's why you're here right? What is it you need from us so we can get on with it already?"
The woman's smile spread like the Cheshire cat, "Straight to business then. My employer needs your help in freeing a wrongfully incarcerated prisoner."
"What makes you think we can do it?"
"You are not the type to let anything get in your way and adapt to changing situations quickly. You also have no connections to my employer, so your involvement won't get traced back to them in any way."
"What's in it for us?"
"This," she said holding up the folder of all the evidence against them, "Disappears and your records will be cleared."
Fisherman and Baphomet exchanged knowing glances and Baphomet nodded to Fisherman. After getting her to agree to the to X-tech tele-fax the deal in writing to Fisherman's assistant, he says "Fuck it, we are in, lady. Who is the guy are we springing from county?"
Her Chesire cat smile crept up again, "SHE isn't in county. SHE is at a much more dangerous place," she lay a picture of the mayor's step-daughter, "She is in the Women's Prison of the Apes."
"How the hell do we get in there? We're men..,ish."
"That's up to you. I can assist with making arrangements as needed, but you'll just need to let me know what's needed."
Fisherman sat thinking, looking over Baphomet and Helga Sasquatchorski, "We'll have to dress in drag. It's the only way."
"Yeah, we need to dress as women...for the mission," said Baphomet.
"I'll have send for a make-up artist to come see what they can do," she said as she got up and left the room.
Shortly after that a woman dressed in a pink suit skirt came in. She introduced herself as Barbara the top Cherry May Cosmetics saleswoman in The City, possibly the country or the world, even if no one at corporate will admit it to her. She got to work right away.
When the Cherry May Cosmetics saleswoman was through with the pair, they were ready for prison.
Tom S Fisherman
Killian "Baphomet" Burque
The pair were transferred to a bus heading for the prison along with a few other inmates. The bus was mostly empty, but that didn't stop Fisherman's journalistic instincts to kick in. He moved to the front of the bus and struck up a conversation with a smiling inmate who was eagerly looking out the front of the bus for the approach of the prison.
"Well hi there, you seem awfully eager to get to this place. You been here before?" Fisherman asked in his best falsetto.
"Never been to the monkey cage before, but I got some people who were sent up here a while ago," she said, "They don't let people send letter or anything to the outside from up there, but I got word that my people are set up real nice in the kitchens. When I got the transfer I wasn't as worried as some to go to the monkey cage."
"What have you heard about the monkey cage?"
"They got these angry monkeys up there for guards. They rip people's arms off if they act up. They got this doctor up there that sows the arms back on. I heard one girl got her face ripped off for making eye contact with one of them. You also gotta work to grow lots of bananas for them or they get angry at everybody. They eat a lot of bananas."
"Sounds scary, my name is Tombalina. I'm glad I met you to get the scoop about life on the inside."
"Names Gertrude, everybody calls be Little Gerty, on account of everybody calling my mom Big Millie. She's up there. She works in the kitchens, says she practically runs them herself. She's gonna get me in on the kitchen detail."
"You wouldn't happen to have room for another person or two in that kitchen detail, would you?"
"You're alright Tombalina. I'll make sure my mom fills any empty spots in her crew with you and your quiet friend," Gerty indicated Baphomet in the back of the bus.
While they were conversing, Baphomet sat quietly staring out the window. His alien buddy adjusting in strange ways and taking on more feminine characteristics on it's own. He saw a much to excited woman sitting a few seats in front of him and tried not to make eye contact. Across the row was a strung out girl who looked like she was burning for a fix of something.
Without intending to, the peppy woman made eye contact and waived. Baphomet turned and looked out the window. The woman approached anyway.
"Hiiiiii-eeeeeeee!!! I'm Mitzi! Adopted love-daughter of the sacred father. Who are you?" she said to Baphomet as he stared at her silently then turned to look out the window again, "You must be worried about going to jail. I'm not. The sacred father Maddox is going to save me."
"Who is Maddox?" Baphomet asked, suddenly interested at the mysterious name.
"You don't know the sacred father Edmund Maddox? Why, he's only the most brilliant new guru in The City. He's had the largest church family in The City, until The Man came in and started busting him for his holy sacraments with the gifts from the earth goddess and some of the younger disciples,"
Mitzi continued for the rest of the trip going over the many miracles of the sacred father Maddox. Baphomet lost interest when he heard his first name and went back to looking out the window. The bus passed through a tall fence with razor wire on the top and a guardhouse checkpoint. The prison was still a few miles away. They passed through a second such fence with a slightly less deadly barbed wire on top, before finally reaching the prison itself.
The simian guards landed on the roof of the bus before it had even stopped. The doors burst open and one of the guards came onto the bus barking loud angry orders in it's ape language, after which a small speak on it's collar translated it's commands in a calm even tone.
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Everyone on the bus shuffled off quickly, except Baphomet, who strolled at his own pace despite the simian guard getting even more violent and spewing ever more polite requests at him to get off the bus.
The new prisoners were lined up and a very large human guard stood before them. His hair was cropped in a military style and he stood up rigidly tall. He seethed with anger at the sight of the prisoners and paced in front of them.
As soon as Baphomet stood with the rest of the prisoners the man shout at them, "Alright you criminal scum, listen up! Warden Anderson is gonna say a few words to welcome you before I let you know how your life is going to be while you're in prison here. You will show the warden respect or we will teach you respect."
A weasel of a man came before them and introduced himself as Warden Anderson. He was brief and requested the inmates not require too much additional attention so as to keep costs down.
As the warden was walking away, Baphomet shouted, "Hey Warden, how about fuck you!"
The warden paused mid-step, but then continued walking. When Baphomet turned around the angry guard was inches from his face, "What did I just hear you say?"
Baphomet, convinced this display of bravado would make him a legend in the prison yard after the dust settled, took at wild swing at the guard, "I said how about fuck you! Gonna rock out with my coc-er..unt out, bitch!"
The guard took the hit to the face and didn't even stumble, "You're new, so I'll introduce myself. I'm Jim Solden, captain of the guards here. What you just did there is what we on the inside call a mistake," He stepped back and whistled, a group of simian guards appeared, "Take this one to solitary confinement, they are considered hostile, use any force necessary."
The simian guards seemed frenzied by this and a dozen of so jumped on Baphomet. Shocking him mercilessly with their stun batons and beating him with their fists, before dragging him by one leg toward the solitary confinement building.
Fisherman and Helga, kept their mouths shut and followed the rest of the prisoners to be put into general population. Keeping focused on the two tasks he still needed to accomplish, with or without Baphomet's help: finding the girl, and finding a way out of the prison.
After finally cleaning the mess off himself as best he could, the fact that he did not have his necessary drug cocktail to survive on was starting to worry him. He only had 5 days before his body started to shut itself down. In a panic, he started banging on his cell door and demanding to speak to a guard.
One of the simian guards arrived and slammed it's fists on the door and screamed at him. The voice-box translated, "Please remain quiet and settle down in your cell."
"You need to let me out, monkey," Baphomet said as his body's natural electrical field inadvertently reached out toward the guard frying the x-tech collar around it's neck.
The simian guard's jaw went slack for a moment and it's head drooped, before snapping back up and making eye contact with Baphomet. The guard began barking and screeching at him while pounding on the door. The collar did not translate. The guard continued and become more and more violent as it attacked the door. Baphomet jumped back from the door as the guard's attacks seemed to threaten to take the door off it's hinges.
There was the sound of another simian guard yelling from the outside, but with a voice-box translation: "Please remain calm." followed by a chorus of other simian noises and the same translation from a few voice-boxes. This was followed quickly by the sound of gunfire and then silence. The muffled sound of a man's voice was just outside the door for a moment or two before it was unlocked and opened.
A tall balding man with glasses in a lab coat stepped in, "Prisoner, where are you from?"
"Uh...The City," Baphomet replied.
The man chuckled, "I'm sure. Interested effect you have on the simian guards. I'm sure we'll be seeing a lot more of each other over the next few days," as he walked out Baphomet could see a few different apes and monkeys with collars and guard uniforms on standing outside the door before it slammed shut.
Meanwhile Fisherman was making his way through the lunch line with Helga. At the end of hte lunch line stood Big Millie, a giant of a woman who ran the prison kitchen's all inmate staff. Her arms crossed in front of her chest and an enormous ladle in one hand. Fisherman was determined to casually bring up his desire to find the girl and escape to anyone who would listen.
"So Big Millie, I hear you're the person to speak to about a job in the kitchen. Maybe I could work as the person that cooks this slop, got no experience but neither does whoever you got back there now."
She gave him a cold look, "Are you the one my Little Gerty was talking about? Yeah I got some room for some dishwashers that know how to keep their mouth shut and their nose to the grindstone," she said crossing her arms across her chest.
"Then you've found your men, er...women for the job. Say you wouldn't know the best way to escape this place would you?" Fisherman replied in what he hopes was a casual manner.
Big Millie's face tightened and she knocked Fisherman in the head with her ladle, "Report for duty tomorrow before breakfast. KEEP THE LINE MOVING!" she shouted her last sentence and shoved Fisherman out to the cafeteria with his meal in hand.
The entire cafeteria was sectioned off into cliques. It seemed there were few empty seats, except one table that had a very haggard looking woman and the junkie from the bus looking far less miserable than she had on the bus.
Fisherman ignored the empty seats at a table at the table with the two women and went to a large table and found an empty seat there, "Afternoon everybody, anybody sitting here?" he didn't wait for an answer before taking a seat, "Say any of you lady's know how to escape?"
The table went quiet for a moment, one of the women gave him a long hard look, then says "Undercover cop." then they all go back to their conversation.
"Fuck you all then! I will be damned if I sit here and let someone accuse me of working for those fascist big bastards. Sorry if you girls aren't interested in getting out of here, but fuck you if you think I'm an cop." Fisherman said heatedly and stood to leave.
The group burst out laughing, "Easy, bitch. We're just fucking with the new meat. If any of us knew how to escape, do you think we'd all be eating this slop?" said the same one as before indicating the trays of food.
"Well damn. Can you at least tell me how long people go to solitary confinement around here?"
"Depends on what the person did to get there."
"Well she told the warden fuck you, told that big mean bastard Jim Solden fuck you, and slapped him. What kind of time does that get you?"
The entire table started whispering to each other, "You don't mean Soulless Jim do you? That guard that greets the new prisoners," Fisherman nodded at them, "Oh honey, we're so sorry." The rest of the girls at the table offered condolences and gave Fisherman unrequested hugs, "If you mess with Soulless Jim and he sends you to The Tombs, ain't nobody ever come back from there."
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