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

ROOM #3

[aflatouttahell]

[These rooms look a little small for everyone to be up in them, so!]

I'm going to check this one, someone want to come with me?

[onthebusagain]

I'm coming! I hope we don't find anything totally gross.

[aflatouttahell]

Alright! Same here, honestly.

[stagemanagers]

[This room contains two twin beds and a wardrobe.

...also, one of the walls seems to have been plastered with photographs.]

[onthebusagain]

Ew! What the hell are those?

[What are the photos of? Is Heather gonna scream?]

[stagemanagers]

[They are all photos of either this man or this one.

...so yeah, probably.]

[onthebusagain]

[SCREAMS]

[aflatouttahell]

Heather-!?

[Well okay whatever happens with that wardrobe tHAT CATCHES JEZ'S ATTENTION-]

... I thought people usually put up pictures of boy bands or hot girls, not serial killers?

[onthebusagain]

That is like, not hot at all!

[aflatouttahell]

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

[onthebusagain]

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

[aflatouttahell]

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

[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?]

[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]

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

[stagemanagers]

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

[onthebusagain]

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

[aflatouttahell]

[If Heather is on photograph duty, Jez is going to check the wardrobe real quick before probably joining her!]

[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.]

[aflatouttahell]

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

[stagemanagers]

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

[aflatouttahell]

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

[stagemanagers]

[Sure aren't.]

[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...]

[stagemanagers]

[No, you're good to go!]