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

[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.]

[aflatouttahell]

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

[stagemanagers]

[It's just full of hard candies.]

[aflatouttahell]

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

[onthebusagain]

There's a bunch of bullets under here, but nothing else. I think that's it for this room.

[aflatouttahell]

... bullets, huh?

[Ah.]

Just uh. Just some candy under here.

[onthebusagain]

Candy? Wow, these two must be an unlikely pair.

Lets go check on the others.

[aflatouttahell]

Yeah.

[She opens the coinpurse and frowns.]

You want one for the road?

[stagemanagers]

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

[onthebusagain]

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

[stagemanagers]

[Not a thing!]