[The crowd gasps as he smashes it against the floor, brittle frame smashing into wooden splinters and the liquid, shifting mirror splashing everywhere all over the floor and seeping into the carpet.]
[The shadows are stunned. They don't know what to say. You can hear the whole room holding its breath at once.]
[He jumps down onto the floor, chest heaving - lifts a shaking hand to point at the crowd]
That mirror was fucking lying, and so are you.
You don't know him. You don't know anything about him. He's kind and he's brave and he's about a thousand times better than any fucking one of you. He's about a thousand times better than me.
He's the best person I know, and gods fucking help me, if a single one of you opens your mouth and says one more bad thing about him, I'm planting my fist right in your fucking face.
[They're honestly kind of paralyzed, hands clapped over their mouths and eyes wide. They really don't have anything to say to that, not with the fear of Lumen in them now.]
[Facing the audience like this, you can see the door, and the yellow cable that creeps along the wall behind the chairs and into the shadows of the theater.]
[You follow it over to the wall, where you can see it's actually already plugged into something? A red cable. You follow it with your eyes as it leads up the wall to a spotlight that's pointing at the stage.]
[On the floor next to it is a black cable, and you can't really tell what this is connected to. But you can see that someone unplugged it so they could plug in the spotlight, instead.]
[He yanks out the spotlight and the room goes black, your hands barely visible in the dim emergency lighting.]
[Then you plug in the flood light and the room gets bright again, like house lights coming on, except warm and clear as sunlight. It feels refreshing, like suddenly you can think a little more clearly.]
[The chairs are empty, the ghostly figures gone without a trace.]
[There aren't even any strings, even! This wooden mannequin is similar to one of these bad boys, with poseable joints, kind of like what you might see used in a department store for displaying clothes for sale. Making it sit in a chair is a pretty simple matter.]
[Quick recap of the state of the room since I fell asleep on my face for two days since this run: The theater is brightly lit, almost cheerfully so. It is also empty, now that all the shadows have been flushed away by the light, and quiet. There's a broken frame on the ground, and what used to be a funhouse mirror made of liquid is now a big wet stain on the carpet. A mannequin wearing a blue tanktop and black jeans is sitting in a chair on the stage in front of a rack full of clothes.]
[There isn't anything else of particular interest around here. What else will you do, if anything?]
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[The shadows are stunned. They don't know what to say. You can hear the whole room holding its breath at once.]
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That mirror was fucking lying, and so are you.
You don't know him. You don't know anything about him. He's kind and he's brave and he's about a thousand times better than any fucking one of you. He's about a thousand times better than me.
He's the best person I know, and gods fucking help me, if a single one of you opens your mouth and says one more bad thing about him, I'm planting my fist right in your fucking face.
You understand me?
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[Facing the audience like this, you can see the door, and the yellow cable that creeps along the wall behind the chairs and into the shadows of the theater.]
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[On the floor next to it is a black cable, and you can't really tell what this is connected to. But you can see that someone unplugged it so they could plug in the spotlight, instead.]
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[Then you plug in the flood light and the room gets bright again, like house lights coming on, except warm and clear as sunlight. It feels refreshing, like suddenly you can think a little more clearly.]
[The chairs are empty, the ghostly figures gone without a trace.]
[The light has been restored to this room.]
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[He sits puppet-Cobalt down in it, and then he cuts the strings on the mannequin]
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[Quick recap of the state of the room
since I fell asleep on my face for two days since this run: The theater is brightly lit, almost cheerfully so. It is also empty, now that all the shadows have been flushed away by the light, and quiet. There's a broken frame on the ground, and what used to be a funhouse mirror made of liquid is now a big wet stain on the carpet. A mannequin wearing a blue tanktop and black jeans is sitting in a chair on the stage in front of a rack full of clothes.][There isn't anything else of particular interest around here. What else will you do, if anything?]
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[Then he looks around the room again, nods, and heads out to go deal with some daemons]
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