ticketmaster

[the ticketmaster is currently always at her ticketmaster booth near the limelight stage.

Some days she might not be in but it doesn't hurt to check.]

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[ Gray takes a moment to drop Sus off at his place and dry off and change.

but then. oh then. he is heading to that old, dilapidated stage that the ticketmaster directed him to. ]

[The stage . . . it is funny how old and rotten it looks now, it still looks eerily similar to the stage that is on the ship. You can see the curtains, the color of the original wood, the familiar model of lights (which you might just now recognize that these seem sort of antique?), but it is there.

And you have the feeling that searching through this mess, you'll find what it is that you're looking for. You'll know it once you see it.]

[ well, the first thing he does is take some pictures on his phone.

But then, he starts picking through the debris, trying to find . . . something. ]

[You see something shiny that fell down through a hole in the stage, something glistening when the light hits it just right.

If you reach down, sorry for any scrapes and bruises, you do eventually find . . . a pair of really sparkly dice, green in color. However these dice are odd.

Five of the sides are just "1" and then one of the sides is a "6". It's like a set meant to achieve snake eyes only.]

[ he is thankfully wearing gloves, although that won't help with the bruises.

squinting, he picks up the dice, blowing on them as if to blow away any of the dust and grime. ]

The hell . . . ?

[You can kind of feel like there's a fairly powerful energy in here.

A blessing of someone's perhaps...?

Why can't you be my dice, fuck.

[ steps back, wiping them down, and looks around to see if there's anything else. ??? ]

[...Nothing in particular...

or perhaps.

Maybe there's one thing.

From the stage, you can look at the benches. Benches where an audience could sit and watch.]

[ with a frown, he steps over towards the benches to get a better look. ]

[There's nothing in particular that you can notice about the benches except they certainly look cleaner, and certainly has less "staining" on them.

What's it like to have a performance where people are actually watching?]

[ . . . snaps a picture of them. ]

Fuckin' voyeurs.

[ if there's nothing else, he's going to pocket those dice and start making his way back to port. ]