Octobers Children Pilot
Project Overview
October’s Children is an episodic full cast paranormal mystery/action horror audio drama set in a small college town in New England. Show format would chiefly be in the form of present tense discussions and ‘action’ scenes, with occasional forays into Single Narrator story relation and ‘flashback’ sequences.
October’s Children focuses on a small, diverse group of 20- and 30-somethings trying to survive the trials and tribulations of ‘everyday’ life in Wolfbrook, New Hampshire. Unbeknownst to them at series start, the group will face increasingly strange and dangerous situations as the boundaries between our world and another fade, and monstrous creatures begin to infiltrate and invade Wolfbrook.
this is currently the pilot episode. once recorded this will be pitched as a full series. If picked up the show will begin recording for a 10 episode season with a break between seasons.
looking for serious voice actors to be a part of a long term podcast project
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Thank you everyone for your auditions. This project is something I"m very excited about and so far we've had just about 300 auditions for everything! Auditions will be closing tomorrow 2/18 and we will be reaching out to those we feel best fit the role between Friday (2/18) evening and Saturday 2/19 if you would like feedback on your audition please reach out and I'd be happy to help. if you did not get selected this round but still have interest in the production we still have characters that will need voices for episode 2 and for various extra characters as the season progresses there will also be a second production I will be casting for when the script is finished and October's Children has been up and running Thank you all
a blue collar worker from New Hampshire complete w/accent
Can’t believe you’re making me drive
to the bar.
The hell is that? You hear that?
BEN
Ayunh. Think maybe your radiator’s
on it’s way out?
LISA
Only if it swallowed a rabid fisher cat first.
Jesus. I’m gonna pop the hood, see if anything’s
on fire. Or bleeding. Shit. The hell was that?
Now just wait a second. You think the
sound of a thousand souls being dragged
to hell by their short hairs is my radiator
giving up the ghost, but you get scared
by a deer or some damn thing?
BEN
That ain’t no deer.
LISA
Well it ain't no bear, neither, nor a moose,
and there’s not much else out here worth being
scared of.
a blue collar worker from New Hampshire complete w/accent
Yeah, well, I was the D.D. last go,
so it’s your turn this time. We go through
this every other goddamn week.
LISA
But I’m the one with a broken heart! Terry
just dumped me, and you know that she did!
BEN
(with good natured derision)
Sure, and I also knew what you were up to
with Mrs. Henricks last Thursday. Plus, this
is what, the third time Terry’s kicked you
out since April? Might as well just say it’s
a Tuesday at this point.
BEN
(horrified and sickened)
OH MY GOD
BEN (CONT’D)
(frantic)
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. Gotta
call for help.
STAY CALM?! There’s blood all over the damn
place, I think my friend is dead, and it’s
coming this way!
-screams-
[it's really important we get the horrified from this character. His death is going to set the tone for the whole show ]
professional and calm, with a voice filtered through the phone line.
911, what is your emergency?
Alright, I’m going to dispatch an ambulance
to your location, but I need you to stay calm
and stay on the line, alright?
Are you sure it’s a prank, though? I mean… I’m
not saying it’s as bad as it sounds, but it could
be someone having a bad trip, or they’re delusional
after a blow to the head during a car accident
an intentionally cruel, middle-aged police captain with a smug voice,
It’s a prank. Listen. One of us is an officer of the
law with more years of experience than she’d like
to admit and an encyclopedic knowledge of her
community. The other is a college drop-out
with a penchant for bad coffee and a frankly
scandalous browser history. Now. Let me hear
you say it’s a prank call.
(smiling viciously)
Do you want to tell me it’s a prank and
apologize for wasting my time, or do you
want me to tell Odette you’ve been slacking
off and wasting taxpayers’ dollars? I mean,
if you really want, I could even look up your
parents, tell them they’ve raised a delinquent
who spends their time looking up—
Excellent. I’ve always admired your work ethic.
Now, I am going to head home. And you, you’re
going to finish your shift and forget all about
this. There’s no use in getting worked up over something that never even happened. Is there?
a masculine, hard-worn twenty-something machine operator with a bit of a New Hampshire accent
So I say, ‘Well, if that’s how you want
to play it, then that’s how we’ll play it.’
An’ she looks me square in the eye, steel
in her gaze, an’ she says ‘Don’t test me.
You’ll lose.’ And I say ‘How’s that?’
An’ she says ‘I’m going to beat you
so badly your friends will need your
dental records to recognize you.’
Scared the shit outta me, I’m not
too proud to say.
OLLIE
Emma’s, what, five?
JEFF
Four and a half. I think she gets it
from those damn police procedurals her
mother binges on their weekends together.
Gonna have to have a talk about that.
Dental records.
And here I thought you said you knew you
were in New Hampshire.
a blunt, anarchist, non-binary barista from Anywhere, U.S.A., works behind the counter as a barista
Coming right up. So what’s the good
word?
CONRAD
I’m only teaching three courses this
semester, Ollie. But if it helps I’ll
see if I can find out the name of the
person behind the multi-story...drug
paraphernalia.
OLLIE
Thereby placating your favorite and only
barista and ensuring your brew of choice
remains delightfully unspat in.
We like to keep it somewhere between
“cozy” and “toasty” once the first real
frost hits. But don’t worry, that’s
just how we set the thermostat. Our hearts
are as cold and bitter as yesterday’s coffee.
Welcome to Unhallowed Grounds! I’m Ollie,
by the way, they/them/theirs. And you,
friend, are new in town.
a somewhat reserved, bookish sort in his mid-thirties with an academic’s enunciation
OLLIE
Coming right up. So what’s the good
word?
CONRAD
Oh, nothing all that exciting. Bit
of a to-do over at one of the dorms
last night. Something about turning
an unused steam tube into a four-story
water-pipe?
CONRAD
According to the bursar at Wolfbrook
Community College, who is as charming
and as generous a despot as one might
imagine, that dollar is worth slightly
more than five minutes of my life.
OLLIE
That’s right, blame it on the late stage
Capitalist dystopia.
CONRAD
I’m only teaching three courses this
semester, Ollie. But if it helps I’ll
see if I can find out the name of the
person behind the multi-story...drug
paraphernalia.
Conrad is fine, really, I’m just an adjunct.
a bright and spunky young journalist from Anywhere, U.S.A. in her early twenties
And you,
friend, are new in town.
ASHLEY
Yes! Yes I am. And hello! I’m Ashley,
she/her/hers.
God, it is freezing out. It’s nice and
warm in here, though, thank goodness!
Could I get a coffee, black, no sugar,
to go? Oh, and if you could add a shot of
espresso, that’d be great. Thanks!
a spoiled twenty-something whose family owns a major business in town and therefore expects to be listened to
I’m here through the Mobile Meals program?
With your groceries? And I’m supposed to
help you with some yard work or something?
Well, Missus Castellanos, I’m sure I don’t
want to be here, but that ballbuster of a
cop, excuse my French, decided that sixty-five
in a residential zone was worth more than
my family name, and then my dad agreed with
the judge that community service would help me
‘build character,’ so here I am. Whether either
of us likes it or not.
Yeah, well, smartphone says four fifteen.
Maybe your wall clock is running out of
batteries?
a elderly woman with a slight European accent of indeterminate origin (Greek if we can get it) who is less connected to the here and now than mos
My husband? Oh, no, dear, he’s dead and
gone. For years and years, now.
RENÉE
Oh. Um. You have my condolences.
SOPHIA
That’s very kind of you. He was a bit of
a bastard, he was, but I still miss him.
Mostly when a light bulb needs changing.
He was tall, you see. Also, credit where
credit is due, he was dynamite in the sack.
Oh, hello, dear. I’m afraid Frank isn’t in
at the moment, and he told me not to talk
to any more sales people while he’s out.
Says one set of encyclopedias is one too
many, and we have plenty of cutlery.
A nice young lady. Kind, if compelled to
kindness. Room to grow, though. Potential.
Such a pity she’ll die screaming. They all
die screaming…