Meeting day, see you there

[inforapenny]

[On Wednesday evening, Billy slides a note underneath the doors of all of the other cast members' doors. The notes are written in his messy, excited all-caps handwriting (the initial letters for each sentence is larger than the rest of the letters), but the message is simple enough (especially since he had to write it 15 times).]

Join me for an important tech demonstration in the special effects lab tonight at Intermission.
-BH

[As soon as everyone who's going to come is assembled, sickly-sweet cherry-scented fog starts pouring out of the vents on either side of the room, effectively obscuring both of the cameras.]

Thanks for coming. I found something on Monday night, that should, uh. Should probably be shared. With you guys.

Comments

[robitussin]

[She has other things she wants to bring up, but first of all:]

What'd you find?

[inforapenny]

[Billy glances at his smoke machines to make sure the cameras are still obscured, then looks at her.]

I found where the Management watches us from.

[robitussin]

Holy shit.

[First thing's first!]

Where is it and how do we break it?

DRESSING ROOM MYSTERIES?

[dechagny]

[Oh my gosh what the fresh hell is all this. Raoul's got a new hankie from the costume shop pressed up against his nose and mouth because EW.]

I've found a few things myself, actually.

[sunshineprincess]

[Hey, the smell is nice.]

What'd you find?

[dechagny]

[It's so powerful though]

Some items in my bedroom. A ring under the vanity, with the inscription "Happily Ever After"...and a sword. European in make, I believe.

[Not saying where he found that because guess who's keeping it close by at night]

[solomonjihad]

Ah...you know of what you and I found, Billy....Mr. Harris....Billy?

[Bill? Willy? Bizzle Wizzle???]

I mean I oocly know

[inforapenny]

Yeah. You unlocked the door in the the paint room.

Yus

[solomonjihad]

[She nods. Hey, he started looking at it first, she just found the key. He may as well explain, right?]

[dontfeedplants]

[He coughs a little at this fog. Gosh does it have to be scented?]

So I'm pretty sure we're not in Hell.

[Seymour sounds overly disappointed about that.]

[solomonjihad]

....Oh, so we are zombies, then?

[Cake zombies, technically, but hey, she's not really upset about it?]

[dontfeedplants]

I was actually thinking that at least some of us were ghosts.

...I guess there's still a chance that we could be in Hell, but if we are, the Balladeer is completely unaware of this.

still more gossip on the balladeer

[trettende]

What did you find out? Because so far, the most I can figure is the Management and the Balladeer aren't getting along anymore. I mean, that was obvious, but I don't think they trust each other anymore. Apparently they used to be friends.

[dontfeedplants]

I think the Balladeer used to idolize the Management before all of this, and he even told me that he wouldn't have needed to be convinced by them to do this in the beginning.

I'm... I'm also pretty sure the Balladeer was lied to about all of this.

[Seymour is seriously starting to relate to the Balladeer.]

[trettende]

That... wouldn't surprise me, honestly. He seemed to hold the Management in high esteem, at least until the murders started happening.

I doubt the Management is too happy about that.

Story time

[inforapenny]

So Monday night, I found the crew common areas.

And I think we need to invite B to eat with us more often, because the rest of the crew are major slobs.

[solomonjihad]

...They are?

[She doesn't feel so bad about her own room anymore]

[inforapenny]

Totally. It looks like Balladeer's the only one who ever cleans up after himself back there.

[dechagny]

How so, exactly? And what sort of areas are there to be found?

[No objection to their buddy B joining them for ribbon loaf and perfection salad tho........wait]

Billy...was this after we spoke in the kitchen?

[You know where they were both making noodle-based foods and talking about rationality]

[inforapenny]

...Actually, that was B in the kitchen.

[sunshineprincess]

He did say something about not having really had time to cook before on Monday night.

[HAND OVER MOUTH

..... no. No. She's not nervous. Not at all. Was she allowed to say something now? Should have asked Billy first...]

I-I mean, I wouldn't have time either if I was always so busy.

[inforapenny]

[Billy gives her his usual awkward, dopey grin.]

[dieformymusic]

[Winslow feels like he's been sitting on this for awhile...maybe he's right...maybe he has nothing to base this on.

"If you found something maybe it supports what I have been thinking."]

[inforapenny]

[Well he's found some shit]

Yeah? What are you thinking?

[dieformymusic]

[Okay so there's a crew working here very discreet. Discreet, cameras, sadism...doesn't help the paranoia.

"There was this place called the Paradise. A huge theater with all kinds of passages. The man in charge could slip through these hidden rooms all the time and watch everyone through his cameras.

He wanted the Paradise to be his masterpiece in rock opera.

He was also a sadistic man. Who lied, cheated, and harmed everyone who could get his grimy filthy hands on. His name is Swan. I think Swan is keeping us here. We're Swan's new opera."]