[Hhhhhuh. She walks down the side aisle (or just down the middle if that's the only one; what'd shadowy silhouettes ever do to anybody? also do not answer that) right down to the front. From there can she get a glimpse behind the curtain? Since she is trying.
She'll keep an ear open in case the audience(?) has anything useful to say or just watermelon watermelon watermelon]
[It's just a bunch of indistinct chattering, yeah.]
[ The stage is extremely small, and you could touch both curtains at the same time if you stretched out your arms, and it's barely waist high above the floor ]
[ From here, you can see behind the curtain. The mannequin turned toward a full length mirror that's hidden from the audience’s view. ]
[ You can see that the surface isn't quite flat ... and it’s not quite solid, either. Rather, it undulates like rippling liquid, or like quicksilver in slow motion, the reflection shifting and changing like a living funhouse mirror. ]
[ When you look into it, you can see the reflection of the mannequin. But in the reflection, it's not a mannequin at all — It's Cobalt, flesh and blood instead of wood. He looks placid and relaxed, and seemingly unaware of your presence, even though you’re standing right there. ]
[ As you look, the surface of the mirror shifts and the reflection distorts. Suddenly mirror!Cobalt's scars are enormous and dark, slicing across his face and down his arms. His face looks frightful and ominous. ]
[ You can barely make it out, but you can hear hushed whispers from the audience:
[She glares at the crowd before--fuck it--climbing up to the stage to stand next to the mannequin(?). ...Is it a mannequin? She'll touch him to find out]
You don't gotta listen to these turkeys; the fuck do they know?
[She glances up at the mirror, too, in case what she sees there is still different]
What if she just...takes the mannequin? Fireman carries it with her; wood doesn't conduct electricity so it's not even slowing down the main quest. Also fuck this entire audience sideways, his antlers are almost as badass as the scars.
Which, she might be speaking aloud by now, but whatever. Time to move a body]
[The shadows make some shocked pikachu faces and murmur to themselves.]
[Standing on the stage like this, facing the audience, you're looking back toward the door. You can see that bright yellow cable where it enters the room, and next to it, an unplugged black cable. Something else is using the yellow cable, though. You follow it with your eyes and see it's powering the spotlight that's shining on the stage. It seems someone has unplugged the flood light so they could use the power for this stage, instead.]
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She'll keep an ear open in case the audience(?) has anything useful to say or just watermelon watermelon watermelon]
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[ The stage is extremely small, and you could touch both curtains at the same time if you stretched out your arms, and it's barely waist high above the floor ]
[ From here, you can see behind the curtain. The mannequin turned toward a full length mirror that's hidden from the audience’s view. ]
[ There's something off about the mirror. ]
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[Well--doesn't seem as though the performance is starting yet. Can she just get a little closer, to try and pin down what's so odd about the mirror?
...She does try to keep her head on a swivel; preferably no falling into mirrors today,]
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[ When you look into it, you can see the reflection of the mannequin. But in the reflection, it's not a mannequin at all — It's Cobalt, flesh and blood instead of wood. He looks placid and relaxed, and seemingly unaware of your presence, even though you’re standing right there. ]
[ As you look, the surface of the mirror shifts and the reflection distorts. Suddenly mirror!Cobalt's scars are enormous and dark, slicing across his face and down his arms. His face looks frightful and ominous. ]
[ You can barely make it out, but you can hear hushed whispers from the audience:
"Right on his face," says someone. "Unfortunate."
"Why hasn’t he removed them already?"
"—Tall, dark, and scary—"
"If I saw him at night I’d probably scream."
"Shh—what if he hears you?" ]
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You don't gotta listen to these turkeys; the fuck do they know?
[She glances up at the mirror, too, in case what she sees there is still different]
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[ The surface of the mirror shifts and the antlers in the reflection grow huge and twisted. ]
[ You can hear the whispers.
"They're so weird."
"I wish he'd cut them off."
"I hate looking at them."
"Do you think he's looking for attention?"
"I sure wouldn't, if that's what I looked like." ]
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What if she just...takes the mannequin? Fireman carries it with her; wood doesn't conduct electricity so it's not even slowing down the main quest. Also fuck this entire audience sideways, his antlers are almost as badass as the scars.
Which, she might be speaking aloud by now, but whatever. Time to move a body]
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[The shadows titter and whisper a little, but don't seem to know what to say about this.]
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Don't you got nothing better to do than sit here and gawk at shit that ain't your business? Go get a life, you shallow bastards.
[She attempts to scare them off just with the power of her glare, since. Mannequin large? It is a pretty impressive glare, at least]
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[Standing on the stage like this, facing the audience, you're looking back toward the door. You can see that bright yellow cable where it enters the room, and next to it, an unplugged black cable. Something else is using the yellow cable, though. You follow it with your eyes and see it's powering the spotlight that's shining on the stage. It seems someone has unplugged the flood light so they could use the power for this stage, instead.]