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! ))

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[stagemanagers]

[Nothing under the beds. There are some post-it notes stuck on the nearest post of the bunkbed, though!]

[pennyless]

[Billy pauses at the post-its.

Then goes and throws the doors to the wardrobe open first, holding the blow torch out like a flamethrower, and if there's no one (alive or dead) in the wardrobe he'll turn around and go check out the post-its.]

[stagemanagers]

[The wardrobe is stuffed quite full of an eclectic mix of clothes - mainly large suits, long black robes, and slimmer-cut green suits.

Along with a fuckton of these things. It's Arm Thing 3: Armageddon.]

[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]

[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.]

[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.]

[stagemanagers]

[Mr. Tumnus appears!

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

[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?]

[stagemanagers]

[They would totally fit Max.]

[pennyless]

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

[Is there anything special about the robes?]

[stagemanagers]

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

[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?]

[stagemanagers]

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

[trettende]

[ OK Hans is here, he'll have a look at the post it notes. What do they say? ]

[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.]

[trettende]

[ How..delightful.

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

[stagemanagers]

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

[trettende]

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

Someone named Draco?

[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.]

[sunshineprincess]

[OH HI LOOK WHO IS HERE. HAS BEEN THE WHOLE TIME.]

There was a picture of him!

[pennyless]

Oh-

[Shit, really?]

Do you still have those pictures with you?

[sunshineprincess]

Yeah! I brought them all with me.

[She hands them over]

I was hoping they'd be useful.

[pennyless]

[Billy smiles sweetly at her and takes her hand with the one not currently holding the pictures, giving it a squeeze.

...The only reason he didn't give her a kiss was because Hans is right there and. Yeah. That would be both mean and awkward.]

...Yeah, that looks about like what I'd expect from some kid named "Draco."

[After a glance to see if the green pimp suits are anywhere in the photos (they're not), he hands the stack back to Anna to put back in her swag bag.]

We ready to go on to the next room?

[sunshineprincess]

[Anna returns the smile, waiting for Billy to go through the pictures.]

He doesn't look intimidating for someone who has a name like that. Kind of like... Someone who tries too hard!

[She nods ] Lead the way!

[pennyless]

[why is he the leader here]