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[ down this neutral-area hallway, there's a set of open doors. Big doors, even, leading into a fittingly big room. The interior of the room is done up like some sort of flea market, or dealer's room, although no one is manning any of the tables. Most of the tables contain nothing of interest, things you can find anywhere else in the dressing room. However, some have a more interesting setup:
At one table, there are ample copies of a particular photobook. Did you ever really want to see that much of the Countess?
Another table has some pamphlets and several hundred copies of a love letter addressed to Miss Allison Walker.
Yet another table has a different sort of letter, containing a show of self-confidence by Miss Lavi. And if you doubted who wrote it, there's a banner informing you of the note's author, and a photograph.
Behind another table is a screen displaying THIS scene on repeat. Another table has a television as well, and plays this scene instead.
Further in is another table like earlier, containing photocopies of a confession by Mister Constantine Walker, again with a banner and a photo.
And you don't even want to know what we asked of solo_insanity. Or what we asked of selfdeluded, no. These also play out on screens at their respective tables.
Whoops. Well, that's the last time you'll trust any mysterious being calling itself the Dressing Room manager, isn't it? ]
[ ooc; Well, the surprise sort of got ruined so I tried to put this off a bit to let it be forgotten. Enjoy yourselves! I'd like to put up the start to another event this Saturday, but we'll see how it goes. ]
At one table, there are ample copies of a particular photobook. Did you ever really want to see that much of the Countess?
Another table has some pamphlets and several hundred copies of a love letter addressed to Miss Allison Walker.
Yet another table has a different sort of letter, containing a show of self-confidence by Miss Lavi. And if you doubted who wrote it, there's a banner informing you of the note's author, and a photograph.
Behind another table is a screen displaying THIS scene on repeat. Another table has a television as well, and plays this scene instead.
Further in is another table like earlier, containing photocopies of a confession by Mister Constantine Walker, again with a banner and a photo.
And you don't even want to know what we asked of solo_insanity. Or what we asked of selfdeluded, no. These also play out on screens at their respective tables.
Whoops. Well, that's the last time you'll trust any mysterious being calling itself the Dressing Room manager, isn't it? ]
[ ooc; Well, the surprise sort of got ruined so I tried to put this off a bit to let it be forgotten. Enjoy yourselves! I'd like to put up the start to another event this Saturday, but we'll see how it goes. ]