GM Notes: Sorry about yesterday's update. I forgot to stick to Taka's theatre, so I added in a little bit in the jailing to try to get it to work. But now that I know, I'll stick to it. And Yes, I know I accidentally put this in the D first.<3
- - - - - - - -He'd had it. The last straw had been broken. (Not rope, yet.) The theatre had apparently lost his reservation to the play and would not let him in. Not to mention the roulette in the lobby was cheating him. He swore that girl's makeshift wheel was defective. So Phro stormed out of the Opera house to his car.
As he went for his keys, he realized he had left his wonderful red leather coat inside the building, along with his keys, and stormed back in to yell harsly at the coat keeper.
"I'm sorry, sir, you didn't come with a coat," the man said.
"...Excuse me? YES I DID. Here's the ticket they gave me..." Phro said, digging through his pocket.
"Sir, that's a parking ticket."
"No, it's a coat ticket. ... Dammit, I'll get it myself."
Phro walked into the closet and looked around for his coat. He found it quite quickly, what with that bright red dot on it. ...His coat didn't always have that dot. Infact, it vanished when he walked infront of the coat. Guess it was a laser pointer.
Oops. "AGH GOD! MY BACK!" Phro lurched over and slowly fell to the ground, clutching the area where his heart had just been shot. He really wasn't having a good day.
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Kataraa knew she was suspicious. Just not this suspicous. She had hurriedly been shoved into the room which had become a makeshift jail. Merriweather had been joyfully shouting about her winnings off this one man who came in and called her table a fraud, and there was lots of "ONE MORE LAYER!" shouts from the dark corner of the room where Ismaru resided.
As she sat down at the minbar in disgust, she sighed and placed an order with A Dragonflys Sin.
"What'll it be?" Sin asked.
"...A cola. I don't like alcohol. But I have a question."
"Shoot."
"NO, DON'T HURT ME!"
She wasn't adjusting well.
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iPocky` was wandering through the dark rafters of the opera house, kicking up dust as she walked through the stale air. A walk was all they needed, and she might find a good place to hide while strolling. She remembered one important thing that was said to her before she went up... "Don't look down, it's more fun that way." Besides, she'd only be hanging some 200 feet in the air. And the bars were pretty sturdy. Were.
A SNAP! noise was heard as she stepped to the area that was roped to the ceiling."Hrm? Anyone there?" she called out. Pocky assumed it was a twig. Big mistake. Twigs fall from trees. Trees do not grow in Opera houses, do they?
SNAP! CRACKLE! POP! Pocky suddenly said "... Breakfast cereal?".
Wrong again. Blowtorch to metal bars. The rafter suddenly shifted, and Pocky was thrown to the ground. She began sliding to one side, panicing. SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! french fries CREEEEK! The platform began to free fall. Pocky got to feel what zero gravity is like for the first time as she and the rafter switched places, rafter on top, and smashed into the stage.
Time for maintnence.
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A Wii had suspiciously been left on the Lost and Found counter, and was immediatly taken away by the staff, claiming it was a suspicious package and needed to be check for bombs. Instead, they played Wii Sports, which for some odd reason, ran smoother and looked better than a regular Wii. Mod chips. But on the inside of the bullet hole printed cover of the Wii read the text from the sniper, "I am not a Mod". No mod chips?
Phro has been sniped.
Kataraa has problems with the Sniper.
iPocky` has been crazily confused.
