FYOP/Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0000
Darkness greets you as the door swishes open, and you walk in hesitantly, your eyes fixed on a slit of light shining some distance away. As your eyes adjust to the minimal light, you can see boxes of dusted covered, but vibrantly coloured props; the complex net of ropes, counterweights, pulleys of a fly system; a labyrinth of catwalks suspended silently above; a number of frozen figures dressed in various costumes,– a pied harlequin; a lady dressed in the high fashion of the 1750s; a feathered bird-catcher; a marble state of a stern noble of the 18th century; a haughty Chinese empress; a young geisha clad in dusty silk.
As you near the slit of light,- which you now can perceive as a slight gap between two enormous velvet curtains,– the sounds of an orchestra begins from the other side. Suddenly, a feminine voice hisses down at you from the catwalk somewhere in the darkness behind you and a fair ways up. It is accompanied by a slightly worried whirring sound and the rustle of clothes falling to the floor next to you.
“What are you doing? Put those on quick!– we’ve only got seven minutes till the overture finishes and the curtains come up!”