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

[aflatouttahell]

Maybe they hated them so much they put pictures up? I think that happens. I just really hope this isn't a crush thing.

[She'll take the other bed, then.]

[stagemanagers]

[Sure aren't.]

[stagemanagers]

[It has something drawn on it, in fact! With a handwritten note reading: Make it look like this.]

[allicareabout]

[Oh, that's cute. Duly noted, though.

Anything else of note?]

[stagemanagers]

[They are larger than the robes, but too slim-fitted to be Max's.]

[aflatouttahell]

[Well golly.

Anything else in here? She'll do a check of the dresses to see if names are written in there or something, but otherwise unless anything else jumps out at her...]

[catliketread]

[...Huh. Interesting. That's probably another thing he should take. So, let's start with the folders! What's in the top one?]

[stagemanagers]

[The left bed has several boxes of 9 millimeter ammunition.]

[stagemanagers]

[The right bed has a little cloth coin purse underneath it.]

[stagemanagers]

[One of the later names might sound more familiar than others, given recent events:

Squeaky Fromme]

[pennyless]

I think the real victims here are fashion.

[That's a joke, son.

Anything else about the wardrobe? Any drawers to rifle through while he has gloves on?]

[aflatouttahell]

[Huh! Is there anything inside said coinpurse when she takes it out? Since she's gonna do that.]

[stagemanagers]

[No, you're good to go!]

[stagemanagers]

[No, you've found just about everything worthwhile in this room.

And several things that honestly weren't. None of this is worthwhile these people are garbage monsters.]

[stagemanagers]

[It's just full of hard candies.]

[allicareabout]

[...Fromme. That's that name that was on the big painting...thing, wasn't it? Definitely something to keep in mind, anyway.

Are any of the other names familiar like that?]

[trettende]

It looks like a few people shared this room and... left passive aggressive notes at each other.

Someone named Draco?

[aflatouttahell]

[SHE IS CONFISCATING THIS COINPURSE FULL OF HARD CANDIES IN THE NAME OF JUSTICE!!!]

[pennyless]

[Billy thinks about it for a minute, and then apparently decides against setting fire to the wardrobe out of pettiness.

...He's not going to put the thneeds back, though.]

Alright, we ready?

[pennyless]

"Draco?" I'm gonna take a wild guess and say that that's probably the owner of the black robes with green and silver snakes.

[Draco = dragon, dragon = reptile, etc etc.]

[stagemanagers]

[It looks like this section, like the others, begins with a full-page spread. A picture to the left, and text to the right.]

[onthebusagain]

[yikes. Heather takes a box out with her- anything else down there?]

[dechagny]

[...Eugh, okay, there's something a little unsettling here but he just can't put his finger on it. While he'll put the book down later, he'll be sure to bring both books to the trial just in case.]

[stagemanagers]

[Squeaky Fromme
The Devotee

Lynette "Squeaky" Fromme - Female, 25 - 30

Attempted to assassinate President Gerald Ford at the Capitol Park in Sacramento, CA on September 5, 1975. A pixie hippie in love with Charles Manson.

Vocal Range: Soprano

None of the names after her are particularly familiar. They all do fit the same odd pattern, though: The Dayman, The Music Meister, The Nightman, The Onceler, The Witch.]

[stagemanagers]

[Not a thing!]