Secrets of the Stage

Secrets of the Stage

Postby Tolleson » Tue Jul 24, 2018 6:23 pm

It was well past the time when players would have performed, past the receptions and parties, even past the hour in which the last drunk stumbled down the cobblestone street. These inebriated merrymakers were never many, but always too loud, singing half remembered lyrics to an almost identifiable melody. Even the echo of their song had faded at this late hour. It was so late that it verged on early, yet there was no hint of dawn; the darkness of a summer night clung to the world in a torrid tryst, entangling itself with shadows. And unlike the strangely cacophonous gardens and foliage that surrounded the playhouse, with it’s chirping crickets, buzzing insects, and owls who asked questions from the waning moon; the night itself seemed to hold it’s breath within the Gilded Lily.

In the thick silence and heavy black of night, a shadow danced silently along the battens and catwalks, up in what might have been the rafters if it weren’t for the nature of the building. It drifted between support beams and ropes, and glided to the second floor hall, a seemingly weightless specter. And when no longer aloft, it crept from one inky shadow to the next. Without illumination the space it occupied might be indistinguishable from empty darkness.

Word had it the proprietor, Councilman Stefan Berdini, was a clever man and knowing this inspired unparalleled caution in someone entering without permission and lurking about the place.

Offices ought to have been unoccupied, but still a pause was given to listen. First, a patient crouch in the safety of a shadow, concentrating on the slightest sound from the hall and stairs. Then, what may have been a hooded head, pressed gingerly at a door. When nothing was heard and the door itself had been examined, the knob was slow turned and all the treasures of a broom closet revealed.

Rumor or insight also suggested that the building held it’s share of secrets, though where exactly they were, had, apparently, not been disclosed.

Somehow, even without a lantern, objects were throughly examined, shelves were lifted, and walls caressed to rule out seams or questionable solidity. Honestly, it seemed excessive. But without a clearer direction of what needed to be found, and with the purpose of finding well-hidden secrets, every surface would be scrutinized.
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Re: Secrets of the Stage

Postby Dulcie » Fri Jul 27, 2018 7:31 am

The Gilded Lily was silent this late in the night, that was true, but as the shadowy figure made his trek through the theatre it would quickly become apparent that he was not alone. While the Lily appeared asleep from the outside, there was most certainly life inside. It should have been a time when all of the staff and dancers had gone to rest, and yet he would hear it distinctly, the creak of footsteps far off behind the theatre's curtains, the sound of items moving about shelves in some hidden room. It was quiet in the Illusionist's place of work, but it was most certainly not life-less.

The thief, for what else could one call someone stalking through a business late at night, made it to the broom closet completely undetected, but even as he rifled he'd hear the sound of footsteps pass by him in the hallway. They would pause, linger a moment and then continue on.

The search revealed little out of the ordinary initially. There were brooms, dustrags, plenty of things to fall and go thump in the night. It would seem a fruitless search at first, at least until he got to the walls and the shelves. When he started tapping and listening he'd notice that something didn't sound right. There was most definitely something hidden in the walls, but the question was what and where the access points may be. Try as he might in the closet nothing would move to reveal what was hidden behind the wall.
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Re: Secrets of the Stage

Postby Tolleson » Mon Jul 30, 2018 9:02 am

Sounds, however subtle, backstage might have been enough to send any novice prowler fleeing. Especially as they grew louder in the descent from the ceiling. Although there was more activity than anticipated, it was relatively distant and spoke of somewhat normal movement. Or at least, nothing that indicated an alertness or notice of being intruded upon.

Even when the steps came to the hall the intruder was not deterred, though a breath might be held and the walls hugged within the closet when the steps neared and paused outside the door. How did the footsteps sound? Were they heavy boots of a laborer, a burdened shuffle of an overweight man, or the careless clop of someone in their own home, perhaps the dainty step of a young woman?

The closet dwelling intruder listened for a second more in relative silence, both to the quality and the direction of the steps. With the present endeavor fruitless and the hall potentially occupied, the figure did as any self respecting thief would. Hiding until certain the owner of the hallway footsteps was well past the closet door.

Consideration had to be given here, whoever it was had stopped, had paused as if they noticed something was amiss, and then continued, without closing the slightly ajar door. After several long minutes, and several more after, with extreme care given to avoid dislodging any of the mundane items that might snap, shatter, or bump, the door was again examined. The handle and frame, the door itself, it seemed this lurker was no stranger to traps or pranks, even the sort that might send a bucket of paint toppling from a door too hastily swung open. And if such things were found, they would be carefully disassembled, and perhaps even reassembled, so that upon morning the trap setter might think themselves silly when all that lay beyond was an empty room.

The state of things presented two choices: follow the owner of the footsteps that they might lead somewhere more lucrative or explore what was behind the curtains, what had caused the subtle sounds, from where the figure seemed to have come.

And if the coast was clear, the choice was too. Slipping slyly down, to the stage, close to the shadows and invisibly behind the curtains, to find an access point to the hidden hall.
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Re: Secrets of the Stage

Postby Dulcie » Sun Aug 12, 2018 1:50 pm

The footsteps were heavy, clearly that of a man or a rather overweight woman. The sound of boots made the floorboards creak beneath them, and they continued down the hall, pausing now and then when slight noises might be overheard, as if the person was picking things up or cleaning items. Just random noises, swishing or a gentle picking up or setting down. It appeared to have missed that the closet door was ajar, or perhaps it didn't matter much that it was. In either case, the way was once again clear.

The thief would find no elaborate traps in the closet. Berdini had little reason to guard his brooms. He would escape without any further incident and there would be no falling paint. The curtains were an ominous place to go exploring. There was something eerie about the stage at night, how the theatre proper seemed to scream for souls to fill it and yet it was devoid of any. It was easy to get lost among the curtains,, the red velvet barely even visible in the darkness, making everything appear black. Behind the curtains were many things to find. Props, costumes, set ups for illusion shows. Nothing that seemed particularly out of the ordinary, just hazardous.

Eventually if he continued on, he would indeed find a door. It would most certainly be locked.
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