You reach into your pack for the envelope containing the tickets. You accidentally pull out the envelope given to you in the schoolyard back home instead and notice that instead of being hot, it is now quite cool to the touch and is open. But you don't have time for that now, so you stuff it back in your pack and pull out the envelope with the tickets, and look for section 101, row K, seats 10 and 11. You happen to glance up for a moment and notice the chandelier slightly quivering.
You begin making your way to your seat. As you find your row, you find yourself jostled about as you try to get to your seat, as if there are people in their seats that you can't see. If fact, you keep thinking you see people out of the corner of your eye, but when you look, they are gone. You are about halfway there when the house lights suddenly go off, plunging the entire auditorium into darkness. You hear a loud "clack!" and then a voice booming from the stage:
"Sold! Your number, sir? Thank you. Lot 663, then, ladies and gentlemen: a poster for this house's production of 'Hannibal' by Chalumeau."
You turn and see the tudedoed man on stage. His gaze suddenly meets yours and he momentarily freezes in place. His face then changes from a smile to a look of irritation. He rolls his eyes, throws his top hat to the stage, points at you and yells:
"YOU, sir! What exactly do you think you are doing?"
You sheepishly point at yourself, and he answers. "Yes. Yes, of course, you. And you in the back as well. We're trying to put on a show here. Take your seats! NOW!" he shouts. You look around the theater and see that it is suddenly full, and all eyes are staring at you as you stand there in the middle of your row. All you can think to yourself is, "oh, that this too solid flesh would melt...right into the floor."
You find your seat, and the show continues. "Lot 666, then: a chandelier in pieces. Some of you may recall the strange affair of the--"
You then hear a shout from the back of the theater.
"No! You're NOT bringing him back again! This is MY show, and I get to choose what we act out! I say we do the other
You turn and see...what appears to be you. Actually, more like the reflection of you that you saw in the bathroom earlier. He is running down the aisle toward the stage with a determined look on his face, the security guards close behind. He clears his throat, and says in a theatrical tone of voice, "Close your eyes, and begin to relax! Take a deep breath, and let it out slowly."
The tuxedoed man glares at him, raises his voice, and continues on a bit louder, "A mystery never fully explained. We are told, ladies and gentlemen, that this is the very chandelier which figures in the famous disaster."
The other man continues his monolgue as well, and the two are now talking over each other, quite loudly as the other you passes your aisle, still walking toward the stage. "Our workshops have repaired it and wired parts of it for the new electric light, so that we may get a hint of how it may look when reassembled."
The other you: "NO! You're NOT going to bring him back out after we took so much pain to lock him up!"
You hear a rattling above you, and let out an involuntary gasp as you notice the chandelier shaking violently. You must have been louder than you thought because several heads, including that of the other you, turn your direction. The other you smiles crookedly, a smile you recognize from the bathroom mirror. "You!" he snarls as he leaps at you.
From the stage: "Perhaps we may frighten away the ghost of so many years ago with a little illumination, gentlemen?"
A) Draw your handgun and fire at the other you
B) Jump out of his way
C) Continue to watch the show and see what happens
Status: Bandages on arm and throat.
Studio map (partial)
Light orbTheater map, 1 fl.