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Shun looked at one of the girls who questioned their situation. He had been about to say something when a creature of sorts caught his attention. He couldn't tell what it was exactly. It had run off too quickly. Then, before he really knew it, the one girl had run off after it.

"Wait. Stop--"

Too late.

With a sigh, he moved off after her. The creature had vanished, but now there were faint glowing... things in the air.

"Do not touch--"

Again, he was too late. He actually didn't know what those were, but he didn't really trust them. The detective kept his distance from the wisps, not wanting to come in contact. They might not be actively malicious, but that wasn't to say they couldn't be harmful in some other way.

The murmur brushes Temperance's cheek, bursting this time like a floating wish, enveloping her senses suddenly with a flood of feeling and images that begin calmly enough..

It's a calm day, a nice day, you sit to enjoy a break, a rest. The respite is warm and comfortable.
But it comes. It always comes.
And you're too slow, body heavy and sluggish, and you know better than to try and run.. never fast enough.

You are left with a lingering sadness and futility as the murmur disperses.

The murmurs still float on the street in clusters, closing in on them and leaving no path backwards. They're being herded, it seems, towards the theatre now.

It's marquee glows faintly but whatever is playing cannot be made out. The theatre doors look like a normal business, nothing fancy about them (plain glass waiting to be opened) but - should anyone try them - they do not open.

The shock of energy would have been enough to make Juniper fling her hand to dislodge the strange jellyfish thing. Unfortunately for Juniper, the energy jolt brought along with it a very vivid sensation. A memory of sort, that felt like it was her own, overtook her senses.

It wasn't long. In fact, time wise, it probably was only mere seconds before the girl was shaking her hand in an attempt to free herself from the already disspated object. Her face pale. "What the hell! What was that!?" The feeling of trepidation and fear still echoed from the memory.

In fact, Dawson yelling for assistance as he pushed on the doors was what snapped Juniper into realizing that more of the strange puffs were headed towards them. She certainly did not want to be touched by another one. Fending off a shiver from her little experience, Juniper hurried over to help Dawson. "If they won't open, can we just break the glass? Wait no. Then they can get in too."

She glanced behind her to see the wisps growing closer around all of them. "What is going on? I have to be dreaming!"

Shun stepped back, trying to keep his distance from the strange floating things. It looked like they had managed to touch a few, though he wasn't noticing any immediate adverse effects. He couldn't really tell if they were doing anything to them, really.

Still, he was wary.

One man wanted to try and get the theater doors open. And it certainly seemed like these wisps were pushing them towards it. He didn't assist. Not yet.

"I do not think it would be wise of us to go in," he muttered. Something in this place wanted them to enter. At least it seemed so. That much made him want to do more of the opposite.

"This is not a dream," he said to the girl that had exclaimed.

As much as he tried to avoid the things, he couldn't keep track of all of them around him. One of the murmurs brushed against his back.

The murmur floats upwards, part of it sliding against the back of Shun's neck. Sensation prickles at his skin as he finds himself in a memory as well.

He is small, he is caught. They close in around him, pushing in and blacking out the sky. So many hands touching him, holding him, and he tries to lash out but-

Nothing.

The memory fades.

Light suddenly flashes down the street, a crack of thunder. It is startling, out of place, and when the light fades - when people can see again - there is someone standing at the theatre doors.

Dressed as a movie usher from the 1920s is what looks to be a dark skinned man. Except that his skin is glossy, reflecting back the limited light. Most startlingly enough is, upon closer inspection, he has no face.

It is a mannequin, frozen in position with a hand around the door handle about to open it. Should they try to budge him, he does not move and the doors still do not open.

Juniper let out a startled yell at the flash of light and crack of lightning. A blush immediately crept across her face at her sudden outburst but as she turned back to the doors which she had just been moving to begin tugging on, she let out another startled yelp at the sight of the...mannequin?

"Alright. This place is creepy. How the hell did that get there?" Her brows furrowed as she leaned in closer to it. After all, working retail meant she wasn't particular off put by the human forms. What bothered her more was the fact that it had just...appeared. Still, she made a point not to touch it considering her experience with the white jellyfish things.

The man beside her, whom had come to help try to tug open the doors mentioned about leaving. She was on the same page as him at this point. "I'd be quite happy to just go back to my apartment right now." Though, she was getting the feeling that going home wasn't as easy as turning around, dodging the weird....things, and walking back.

"Unfortunately, I do not know of any fast exits nearby."

Even so, getting away from the theater may be a start. When the mannequin moved, his attention turned towards it. The way it moved was incredibly uncanny.

"Something wants to show us something."

It was the only explanation he could think of as to why everything was so centered around this theater right now. Shun wasn't so certain he wanted to see whatever it was, though. He looked back towards the sea of wisps, trying to see if there might be a way to get through and away.