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]

[It's a cookbook!]

[catliketread]

[...A cookbook?? Okay, that's random. He'll flip through it to see if there's anything shoved inside or if any of the pages have been dog-eared.]

[stagemanagers]

[The book immediately flips open to where something has been shoved between the pages.

It's a ticket to Hamilton.]

[catliketread]

[Oh. Okay. Well, that will probably mean more to someone else!! Anything left to note about the book?]

[stagemanagers]

[A few of the pages have been dog-eared, but nothing really special - pumpkin pie, a chocolate cake, things like that.]

[catliketread]

[Very delicious things! Is there anything else to note/anything else to examine in the drawers?]

[stagemanagers]

[Nothing else. The office has been thoroughly searched.]