Sypha needs better sandals, that was the lesson there. And none of you complained at the evening, so your harping upon this incident is pointless, Trevor.
[Alucard hangs back as measurements are taken. Considered. Dismissed. Perhaps that's for the better. There'd be naught but bones and dried blood in there, Alucard suspects. They're happier in speculating than being certain.]
He backs up carefully so that Trevor still has light, and then begins to move towards the storage room. It isn't far, and it remains unlocked.
Within are the props that were anticipated backstage. Some expected, like lanterns or faux flowers, the rest at home in the way only a vampire would consider the things comforts of home. Nasty looking halberds with blood long dried to them. A noose with terrible nails set into it. A stockade which probably had a sinister purpose. Beyond them, scrims. Painted scenery. Actual pieces any theatre might employ.]
no subject
[Alucard hangs back as measurements are taken. Considered. Dismissed. Perhaps that's for the better. There'd be naught but bones and dried blood in there, Alucard suspects. They're happier in speculating than being certain.]
He backs up carefully so that Trevor still has light, and then begins to move towards the storage room. It isn't far, and it remains unlocked.
Within are the props that were anticipated backstage. Some expected, like lanterns or faux flowers, the rest at home in the way only a vampire would consider the things comforts of home. Nasty looking halberds with blood long dried to them. A noose with terrible nails set into it. A stockade which probably had a sinister purpose. Beyond them, scrims. Painted scenery. Actual pieces any theatre might employ.]