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Still munching away on her popcorn, and taking great care not to drop any, she paused in her search for a chair when she found the roped off area. "What the..." She stepped towards the rope barrier and peered along the row.

She glanced back at the mannequins that wer ein the row behind the one with broken seats. Biting her lip she she looked back at the broken seats before deciding on taking a closer look. Carefully she stepped up and over the rope that was blocking off entry into the aisle and she slid across the seats to the ones that were nonexistent.

"The hell happened here?" She questioned as she wiped her hand off on her jeans and knelt down to pick up a piece of seating fluff while looking around for anything else. She glanced upwards to see if maybe some freak accident happened and something might have fallen like a light or something.

Well, they weren't like the ones outside, but the mannequins here still weren't normal either. Theo stood straight again and swallowed in response to both the disquieting sensation and the glow, then took a step back. Maybe he'd just watch from the aisle.

Temperance shook her head at Lily's quip. Her eyes moved over to the new guy at the sudden outburst and she was surprised to see a familiar face.

"Connor! I, uh, I didn't know you could come here." Though, really, Temperance hadn't been here all that often herself. Who knew what the rules of this place were? "Long story short think... of it as a pocket town within our town. It's weird s**t and we all got pulled in. It's not a dream, though." She rocked back on her heels and wished she had pockets to stick her hands in. Instead they plucked at the edge of her lacy shorts. Maybe she wasn't the best for explaining things.

She ducked into the theater and gave a cursory glance around. More mannequins, of course. But, if there were a projector, there had to be someone running it... Ignoring the 'movie' for now, Temperance poked around looking for stairs.

"Connor, I'm going to try to find the projector room."

Shun furrowed his brow as he watched the shadows for a little longer, turning back when he heard the doors closing behind. He looked around, trying to spot signs of potential incoming danger. So far there hadn't been anything particularly malicious, but everything about this was still rather unsettling. He didn't trust it.

Glancing between the screen and the mural above, he paused and listened to hear some woodland sounds.

Was this about Heliodora's foot?

While that was all going on, he went to check the various mannequins, to see if they had sustained similar damage to some of the ones outside.

This was a bit disconcerting. Something had certainly come ravaging through the theater at some point. Though he couldn't say for certain why the mannequins would be attacked of all things. Of course, if the cause was just going completely batshit, that might be reason enough.

Shun tilted his head as he examined the one with a broken neck. Whatever had caused this damage had claws. And was rather strong. If this had been Ashdown, he might have thought it was a moonwalker. But from what he knew based on what Lucas had told him, they were actual animals in this realm. That, and the madness seemed like it was only a thing if they shifted in regular Ashdown.

He was also reminded that Jeremiah was fairly certain that something had managed to rip Michael from this realm to theirs. Was it possible that they could make them go rabid here as well? He couldn't dismiss the possibility.

The detective moved over to the mannequin that had its back slashed deeply. Cautiously, he reached to try and touch the ichor within the wounds, to examine the substance. It wasn't spreading, so it was possible that whatever it was had dried.

If it were still wet... then there was a very distinct chance that whatever had done this was still lurking somewhere nearby.

A deadpan look was given to each person who answered his question, because that's all their ridiculous explanations deserved. Alternate reality? Called here to see something? Brought here? A ******** pocket universe inside the city he lived in?

"Christ" He muttered, running a hand through long, sandy hair before rubbing at his face. "Well ********. And what do you mean didn't know you could come here, sweetheart? This some kind of exclusive club member deal?" He half mocked, while following the others into the theater proper once it was opened.

Temperance was given a nod, but he left her to it, as he walked down the aisle, glancing at the screen before shaking his head and looking away. Eventually, he came to find an empty seat, plunked his a** down in it, lifted his feet up to put on the back of the seat in front of him, and kicked the mannequin seated there in the back of the head.

"Okay, I'm ready for whatever the ******** it is I'm here to be shown." He sassed, crossing arms over his chest.

Mostly dry. As he pulled his hand back to get a better look at the ichor, he felt something breathing down his neck. Shun quickly spun around, ready to defend himself. A hand had just been reaching for a weapon of sorts, but he paused as there was nothing there.

He remained still, tense as his eyes darted around to try and find whatever had been behind him moments ago.

"Something else is here," he muttered under his breath. Something aside from these mannequins that sometimes moved on their own. He went ahead and palmed a pocket knife as the feeling of danger skyrocketed for him. He also took inventory of anything in the area that was small but effective enough that he could possibly fling if need be.

It took him some time before he marginally relaxed, finally glancing down at his fingertips. After awhile, he tried to wipe them off onto the seats. It didn't come off. The detective furrowed his brow and tried again, but it seemed his hands were stained for now.