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Continuing his streak of being no earlier than the second person to try anything around here, Theo handed in his ticket, then gave the posters a cursory glance. He had no idea what Dark Forest might have referred to, but of course Blackfriars was depicted. Of course. Crowning achievement right there. He knew that mess hadn't been caused by some addict. Much as he had with the mannequin's slashed up face, he turned away, not wanting to look too closely.

All this talk of finding a way out. Weren't they meant to just... wake up? He supposed he'd try to keep vigilant anyway, even if he wasn't interested in attracting attention by being too curious. Shifting his weight and sliding his hands back in his pockets, he gave his companions a once over. Wisp Wader was back. The overly curious ferret chaser had a box of candy as well.

"How's that taste?" he asked her. Not that he was going to steal hers, but he might ask for a box of his own if she didn't die.

Temperance let out a tiny breath of relief as the mannequins turned to stare at Juniper instead of her. She patted Charlie on the head and took her torn ticket. It seemed that, for now, the mannequins were only observing.

For a moment, she just blinked at Lily before coloring slightly. Even as groggy as she was, she blushed easily over anything... and everything. "Better friends than enemies. Besides, Charlie is doing his best, here." She spoke lightly. Everything here reeked of creepy and she shivered again. Temperance jerked her thumb at the posters. "See anything good coming out?"

Shun raised his brow at the girl. That was a bit of a naive statement if he's heard one before.

"Yes. The keyword is 'looks'. That does not mean it is the same."

And from the sounds of it, the candy really wasn't. He supposed the food tasting like cardboard was fairly tame compared to what it could have been.

When the music started up, he looked over towards the entrance to the actual theater room. Narrowing his eyes, he glanced at the mannequin that 'looked' at them expectantly. Hesitantly, he went to pass his ticket over.

There was still a sense of being trapped or helpless here. He didn't like it. There were a number of people here, and he couldn't help but feel that they were more or less his responsibility as well. Great.

How was one meant to react to a situation like this? A full blown freak out of wibbling meltdown proportions might have been appropriate, given the incredibly ******** up, mind bending circumstances that led Connor straight from his living room and into what appeared to be a theatre entrance with one creepy looking mannequin standing nearby at a ticket machine. The last thing he remembered was that he'd been heading towards his kitchen, with full intentions towards pouring himself a drink. Just as he'd stepped over the threshold of one room and into the next, however, P.J. had let out such a whine like that he'd never heard before, and Connor had blinked...

That howling whine still rang in his ears, and Connor's body indeed did jolt backwards in surprise at the sudden change in his surroundings, though that, combined with an uttered "What the s**t??" Was as far as any visibly "panicked" reaction went.

Wibbling meltdowns were for pussies, after all.

The initial moment of surprise passed with several long, steady breaths as Connor turned a slow circle on, luckily, booted heels. How the ******** had he gotten here? His gaze slid over everything as his brain whirred through the possibilities, though none made any acceptable amount of sense.

Well, he wasn't going to figure anything out by just standing there. And besides, he heard voices further inside the building.

Another glance to the ticket machine was given, where this time he noticed that there were actually tickets printed off for the taking. Warily, he reached forward to take one, side eyeing the mannequin before making his way further inside, towards the sound of people and the smell of (ugh) popcorn.

Straight away he honed in on the group, who for the most part appeared gathered around yet another mannequin...or at least, one among what appeared to be many. There were some people he recognized, even if just in passing, and even one that he knew relatively well.

Striding forward, he spoke up as he approached.

"Assuming I didn't just get black out ******** drunk, which would be quite a ******** thing considering how sober I feel, can anybody explain what the ******** I'm doing here?" A pointed look was given to Temp, in particular.

And because it seemed like the thing to do, he handed his ticket over when he was free to do so, because what the ********, why not.

The popcorn smelled delicious and the moment that Juniper took a bite, she would discover that it was perfect. It was not bland or tasteless or even cardboard. Instead it tasted buttery popcorn perfection.

Music continued to play and, once the final ticket was handed in, the mannequin was unhooking the velvet rope. Passage to the theatre proper was allowed now.

They would come into a large theatre that was illuminated. The music seemed to come from the stage where a screen was rolling down slowly from the ceiling.

There were mannequins in the seats, even more in the upper balcony, and all of them facing forward. Their attention was on the stage, on the flickering shadowy images that were now appearing on the screen.

Juniper had been expecting the cardboard taste or even something worse, instead, she was completely, and pleasantly surprised by the salty, buttery popcorn flavor that tickled her tongue. With a relieved smile she grabbed a few more pieces and popped them into her mouth.

As the doors opened, Juniper was completely amazed to find not just a movie theatre, but a legit theatre. Her heart swelled at the sight of it. This here, was what she dreamed of performing in one day. The theatre was grandiose and Juniper felt like she was home again.

Taking in a deep breath, the smell of the theatre made her grin. The strong aroma of popcorn couldn't mask the that welcoming, woody, theatre scent. "This is amazing." She marveled.

Again though, there were creepy mannequins scattered about in the seats. Alright. It was near perfection. A girl couldn't be too picky, right?

Absently she plucked a few more pieces of popcorn to eat as she walked down into the orchestra seats to find a place to sit. Normally she preferred mezzanine but she had no clue how to get up there, and she didn't want to leave the group. Plus, it looked like the movie was beginning. "What is it?" IT was hard to tell.

"Oh! Guys!" She said over a few pieces of popcorn. "This is actually legit! The popcorn is so good!"

He didn't want the candy after witnessing her disappointment, and he was about to tell the woman so when another guy showed up, demanding answers he didn't have. Thankfully, some hidden signal alerted the mannequins that it was time to enter, and Theo didn't have a chance to roll his eyes before curiosity pulled him forward.

The theater was beautiful, someplace he wouldn't have minded bringing the girls if it hadn't been in a creepy hell dimension. He would have preferred a row without their faceless friends, but if these were anything like the ones in the lobby, they probably wouldn't agree to be moved simply because he wanted to be alone. Choosing a mannequin at the end of an aisle, he tapped it lightly on the shoulder, just to see if these were the moving kind. They hadn't wiggled around yet, but that didn't really mean anything here.

"Hello."