FYOP/Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0216
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Before you have a chance to gather any cores, a small and severe yet undeniably attractive woman dressed all in black strides on to the stage, her leggings and sweater conforming to her curves. Her dark hair is wound into a tight bun, her eyes flaring behind the simple, square frames of her glasses.
“What the fuck was that?” the woman demands, snapping a pen against a clipboard. “Was that how we did things in rehearsal? Was that what the audience came to see? In all my years of managing this production, this has got to be…” she stops abruptly, staring in disbelief at the smoking, robotic remains littering the stage. “She was… they were… robots?”
She looks up at you. “Just what is going on here?!”