[ Hopping over a box holding more props (a wind-up monkey, how quaint), Gus whisks Iona over to a rather ornate door to the side of the stage. He doesn't knock, nor bother asking for permission before flinging the entrance open and gesturing theatrically into the space. ]
—Ta-da!
[ It's... a dressing room, though it seems to have been abandoned for a while: there's a thin layer of dust over the mirrors lining the wall, a feeling of antiquity and silence that comes into stark contrast with the business of the rest of the place. The costumes still hanging from their racks have also collected a film of dirt, easily restored to their previous splendor with a bit of sunny air. ]
—The old dressing room! I forgot why they made a new one... something to do with this one being too hard to go in and out from? Kind of weird that they just left it the way it was instead of clearing it out, but— hey, it's interesting, right?
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[ Hopping over a box holding more props (a wind-up monkey, how quaint), Gus whisks Iona over to a rather ornate door to the side of the stage. He doesn't knock, nor bother asking for permission before flinging the entrance open and gesturing theatrically into the space. ]
—Ta-da!
[ It's... a dressing room, though it seems to have been abandoned for a while: there's a thin layer of dust over the mirrors lining the wall, a feeling of antiquity and silence that comes into stark contrast with the business of the rest of the place. The costumes still hanging from their racks have also collected a film of dirt, easily restored to their previous splendor with a bit of sunny air. ]
—The old dressing room! I forgot why they made a new one... something to do with this one being too hard to go in and out from? Kind of weird that they just left it the way it was instead of clearing it out, but— hey, it's interesting, right?