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.

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[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."]