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

[onthebusagain]

...Wow, it's super spooky all cleared out like this, isn't it? [That's right, Heather's here too, peering into the box office behind them. ]

[trettende]

Yeah, he had so much stuff...

[ I mean, Hans is pretty sure the Merchandise Booth gave him a ukulele cause of this, but yeah. ]

It's like they tried to get rid of any sign that he was here.

[onthebusagain]

They totally tried. [How awful. What could they even gain from that?]

But we'll never forget.

[trettende]

That's right, we won't.

[ Fuck the Management tbqh ]

They can't just write him off because he was our Narrator. He was way more than that.