No Backward Glances

[stagemanagers]

Today is the day of the promised grand finale. And, strangely, nothing about the Opera seems especially different this morning. The theatre doors remain locked. There's no smell of blood in the air, no trashed rooms, and no dead bodies to find. In the lobbies, the crystal chandeliers are still in their places, not swung about by any mysterious force.

But there's little things. It may take a while to notice, but the lock on one of the doors in the second floor lobby - the one leading to Boxes 5 through 8 - is missing. Should anyone try it, it opens easily and without a sound.

Meanwhile, down on the first floor, the graffiti on the box office walls has once again been cleaned up. In the process, it seems, the box office door was left slightly ajar.



(( As a reminder, these are your teams. Group A gets the second floor, which will involve the area indicated in red, and Group B gets the first floor, with the areas in blue here and down the left to here. Good luck, everyone! ))

Comments

[trettende]

[ How..delightful.

Anything else in this area he could look for, or should Hans try and check the trash here too? ]

cw: historical lego death

[stagemanagers]

[That has to be at least two traumatic experiences for you, now echoed in Lego form.]

[dechagny]

[How about we cross over and look in the desk drawers?]

[stagemanagers]

[They would totally fit Max.]

[dontfeedplants]

Positive! I recognize this succulent and this can't be the Balladeer's office!

[Well... there is a small chance that it could be, but he already had an office.]

[stagemanagers]

[Well, some of the charred fragments of that one page are still a little legible.]

[catliketread]

[Drawers are fun, let's check the very top one, assuming it's not locked!]

[stagemanagers]

[There is nothing else of particular note in this room.]

Re: cw: historical lego death

[dechagny]

Eugh!!

[FUCKING FLIPPING A CHUNK OF PAGES TO SOMETHING ELSE, what does the random roulette get him?]

[allicareabout]

[...Excellent.

What's legible, then?]

[pennyless]

Well, we know what Max wore on his off days.

[Is there anything special about the robes?]

[dechagny]

What need would he have for an office with an entrance in a box office, when he was always behind the curtains in every trial?

[aflatouttahell]

[Well that sure is something, okay. Are there knives in sight to go with them?]

[stagemanagers]

[You don't know who this Lego man is, but you get the feeling he is an asshole.]

[dechagny]

[...Yeah, anybody grandstanding in a burning barn has to be an asshole. But at least nobody's toy guts are spilling out.

Out of curiosity, what's the text blurb on this page?]

[stagemanagers]

[They've got green and silver accents, along with an interesting embroidered patch. They're also definitely too small to ever fit Max.]

[stagemanagers]

[It is not! There are four file folders and one loose sheet of paper in the uppermost drawer.]

[stagemanagers]

[The Pirate King has the top drawer, so you can take one of the side drawers.

This one in particular contains a camera.]

[catliketread]

[Let's start with the paper. Does it have anything written on it?]

[pennyless]

[...

looks at the green snakes on the caduceus on his bag

looks at that patch

You know, in another universe he could totally see this being his aesthetic.]

Weird.

[Alright, moving on to the ugly green pimp suits: are they about the same size as the robes, are they smaller, larger, or what?]

[dechagny]

[...Uh...huh. Okay. Gonna...take that out.]

Does anyone happen to know what this is and how it works?

[onthebusagain]

Why would anyone keep pictures of a serial killer and some gross old guy on the wall? That's so gross.

Let's keep looking, I guess. [What's under the first of the beds?]

[stagemanagers]

[Okay, you got me, there's actually two pictures to a page. Here is the first, and the second.]

[dechagny]

[This is definitely a bit more gruesome with context. How about we try flipping back to, like...towards the Kennedy section but not the brain leakage page?]

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