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"Yes! We're trapped too! Where are you?" She called back to the voice. Unlike some of the others she was willing to converse with whomever the voice belonged to. Whoever it was sounded desperate and if they were trapped like they said, well...Juniper wanted to help.

The sound of the projector moving upwards caught Junipers attention and she turned to see Shun and Al walking up onto the stage. She wasted no time. Hurrying from where she was standing, the young woman quickly made it to the stage which she quite happily ascended upon. Taking a moment for herself, she stood center stage looking out upon the theatre. She relished the feeling, but also took the vantage point to try and get a better look up onto the mezzanine in an attempt to if there was anything up there.

Al's question to the voice caused Juniper to turn to look to the two. "Any luck over there?"

They were not human, not in the slightest, the spread starting wider than Shun's fingers. Whatever it had been left deep gouges in the wood a long, along time ago because they looked almost as if they had been waxed over since.

"I can't tell!" The voice called back out and seemed to echo from under the stage.

Juniper would see only more mannequins on the mezzanine but otherwise it was too dark to see much else. With the eerie red glow they looked far more sinister.

"They caught me and put me here!"

Shun tilted his head as he took note of the wax covering the gashes. It seems like it's been some time since this had first been damaged. The detective straightened up, then stared at the stage floor as he heard the voice coming from somewhere below. His gaze fell upon the other two at the stage briefly. Earlier he hadn't seen anything like a trap door, but apparently the voice was coming from below them. Somehow.

For the hell of it, he checked the stage floor for other signs of damage, then looked directly up to see if anything was hanging above that could potentially do further damage should it drop.

The mannequins on the mezzanine were...slightly terrifying in the red glow. But, so far, they hadn't done anything terrible unless something was done to them. So, Juniper wasn't feeling too threatened by them in particular. Her growing unease though didn't go away, even as she turned her attention back to the owner of the voice.

"We'll find you!" Juniper called out, noting the location of the voice seemed to be coming form under the stage. She immediately began looking for any signs of a trap door which was pretty normal for any stage to have.

"Hey, see if there's any indication of a trap door somewhere on the stage. We might be able to open it up from up here." She said to Al and Shun as she continued her search as she walked around the stage.

"Mannequins? I was caught by these glowy people things!" The voice called back and then because it had been asked. "I kind of hear something!" There was a pause and the voice was very quiet. "I don't remember my name."

The sides of the stage were oddly bare, cabinets empty and no ropes to be found that would pull curtains or the like. There was one lone chest that sat there that Acacia found but it was covered in dust and looked to have been that way for ages.

There was no trap door, not that was seen easily. If Juniper was looking for something like that it would have to be in a far less obvious place.

The ceiling, much like the sides of the stage, were bereft of anything that could possibly cause damage or be hurtful and looked so very empty.

Finally, Temperance spoke up. "Are you wounded anywhere? Do you remember your address, how old you are, what your job is?" She wasn't convinced this person was actually a person, not with the other things they'd encountered, but she could no longer ignore it. If someone was hurt, it was her duty to try and help. Retrograde amnesia could easily occur from blunt-force trauma to the head.

"What is the last thing you remember?" If it was traumatic amnesia, it seemed odd that they'd remember being caught, unless the trauma occurred beforehand. Brains were funny things.

Backstage would yield much what you may expect from an old theater. Old pieces of sets and props but nothing of any consequence. Anything that looked even remotely like it could be a solid tool turned out to be made out of prop foam or old cardboard. Shun would find no exits of any kind.

"I- I don't remember anything!" The voice, whispering a moment ago, now seemed to raise again. It didn't sound injured, but didn't touch the topic either, "Just all these hands grabbing me! And then black!"

Acacia would find the old trunk did open, but it would take a bit of a jostle. With a little elbow grease the lid was shaken and yanked until it opened with a satisfying creak. It seemed lighter than expected and as the lid was worked open the trunk slid and rocked a few centimeters across the floor, no weight holding it fast, as if it were nearly empty.

The only thing the trunk contained were a couple of mismatched old costumes in the style of the 1920's, a flapper dress and shoes, and a men's summer suit.

Al grumbled to himself, fists clenched firmly to his sides. He gazed around the stage, then over towards the woman called Temperance. She seemed to know a bit about talking to people in distress. Was she a doctor?

He walked to the edge of the stage, just in time to catch Acacia opening the trunk of costumes. The suit inside looked like something he wore to a wedding at some point. He frowned at it, frowned at Acacia, then approached.

He touched the chest, then tried to move it. "Maybe there's somethin beneath it?" Everything else seemed to have led only to dead ends and disappointment, but he figured it was worth a shot.