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

[dontfeedplants]

[It takes him a moment to recognize it, since it was awhile ago, but eventually it clicks.]

What is this doing here? Did the Management...?

[Dear god, did the Management seriously steal his present for the Balladeer?]

[stagemanagers]

[Dresses. The ones on the right look like they came straight out of the 1800s, and the ones on the left are more modern, if only by virtue of being total hippie clothes.]

[stagemanagers]

[A bouquet of wilted lilies.]

[onthebusagain]

That is like, not hot at all!

[pennyless]

[...well since Hans picked up the post-its Billy's going to go ahead and get a closer look here then.

How many is a fuckton, like if he drags them out onto the floor to see if there's a false back or false bottom to the wardrobe will the pile go up to his knees, his ankles, his chest, what]

[aflatouttahell]

Yeah, I'm... right there with you. Yikes.

[stagemanagers]

[ENDLESS THNEEDS. YOU'RE DROWNING IN THNEEDS. BAD END GAME OVER

They do look pretty thick though, so you might actually be able to get a pile of them up to your knees. Someone in this room has a problem.]

[stagemanagers]

[Is this a bad time to remind you of the potted succulent also sitting on the desk]

[pennyless]

Why does somebody have so many of these stupid things?

[Alright now that the yarn gods have barfed a thneed rainbow all over the floor, he's going to shove the clothes to the sides and knock on the wardrobe's back and bottom and sides.]

[dontfeedplants]

[Okay fine, he's angry but he's always down for looking at plants. Anything of note about the succulent?]

[catliketread]

[...Why are there so many flowers?? Is there anything else in here or is that also best left to Seymour?]

[aflatouttahell]

[Well, that's something. Two people, probably female. Is there anything of note behind the dresses or on the floor?]

[stagemanagers]

[Draco -

CLEAN UP THE KITCHEN WHEN YOU'RE DONE

THERE AREN'T ANY SERVANTS HERE AND YOUR FATHER WILL DEFINITELY NOT HEAR OF THIS

AND DON'T TOUCH MY CLOTHES

...in other words, they're all angry roommate post-its.]

[stagemanagers]

[It's definitely the same one you gave the Balladeer.

And it has not been sunned or watered recently.]

[stagemanagers]

[Nothing else in here!

The desk does, however, have drawers.]

[dontfeedplants]

[What? But he told the Balladeer-]

... I think the Management has been stealing my gifts to the Balladeer.

[He sounds absolutely livid.]

[stagemanagers]

[The names continue alphabetically. Most of them are ones you've seen before: Belle, Blind Mag, Cinderella's Prince, Draco Malfoy, Emily, Dr. Frank N. Furter, Jafar -

The page after Jafar has been burned away. Only fragments of it near the inner edge remain.]

[dechagny]

[Huh? Raoul puts the lego book down when he hears that.]

You're sure? Then...if they've been stealing what he's been given...

[...Where's the Hamilton ticket and snacks he gave the guy last week]

[onthebusagain]

Ugh! Isn't that guy--- I've seen him somewhere before. The hippie one, not the gross old one.

[stagemanagers]

[Mr. Tumnus appears!

...no he doesn't, it is just a wardrobe.]

[stagemanagers]

[The more modern side also has a couple of knife sheaths. They look like they could fit around your leg.]

[stagemanagers]

[Well, they're not on top of the desk...]

[pennyless]

[...For that matter why isn't there a Narnia musical what the fuck Broadway you can greenlight a Lord of the Rings musical but not-

anyway.

Okay, just... just ballparking here, but are the large suits about the same size as, say, ones that would fit Max?]

[allicareabout]

[...Because of course it has. Good to know we're saving J.I. for the end.

Interesting that it's been burned, though. Huh.

Is there anything else of note in here or around the body?]

[aflatouttahell]

That's um. Charles Manson. My dad talked about him sometimes. You probably saw him on the news?