Nocturnum - Chapter I

[ae1vart0n]

"Must be from the roof then. I'll check that with Sara."

Roger decended from the platform.

"Thank you for allowing me to place that microphone. Hopefully it'll record something useful."

He turned toward Vincent, and noticed he was focusing on spot.

"If you want to keep a picture of the artwork I'll send you a copy. It looks like you've found something you're interested in."

He paused for a moment, and then decided to ask.

"May I see?"

 

[Insight]

"Must be from the roof then. I'll check that with Sara."

Roger decended from the platform.

"Thank you for allowing me to place that microphone. Hopefully it'll record something useful."

He turned toward Vincent, and noticed he was focusing on spot.

"If you want to keep a picture of the artwork I'll send you a copy. It looks like you've found something you're interested in."

He paused for a moment, and then decided to ask.

"May I see?"

Vincent hands back the camera. "Yeah, I saw something," he says, indicating the spot with the switch. "See that? I thought it might be a secret lever or something. Is that what you are trying to find here?"

 

[Watus]

Typical, Pete thinks ruefully, staring at the slice of tomato and bits of shredded lettuce scattered across in his lap. That's just typical. He leans over the passenger seat of the parked car and sullenly grabs the paper fast food bag, tossing the remains of his burger into it. He gingerly peels the tomato off his thigh and grimaces at the spectacle of the perfect circle of yellow mustard now gracing his pantleg. He wets the corner of a paper napkin with his tongue, and attempts to daub some of it up, succeeding primarily in smearing it around and permanently embedding it into the fabric. That's great, he sighs. There goes thirty bucks.

He wavers for a moment, briefly considering a trip back to his apartment for a fresh pair of pants before it dawns on him that he is wearing the last clean pair. With a shrug, he resigns himself to his fate and climbs out of the car. Jogging across the late afternoon traffic, he tosses the paper bag into a trash can outside the theater and pushes open the doors to the lobby. He pauses to take in the grand old space and all of that plush red carpet. It smells different in here: like a combination of dust, old cabbage, and furniture polish. It reminds of him of his grandmother. A moment later and it finally registers that there are people in the room - presumably volunteers - reupholstering the couches.

"Uh," he says, taking a few steps into the room. "Excuse me. I, uh... I don't mean to interrupt, but I need to talk to a... uh..." he pauses and pulls a notebook of out a pocket inside his winbreaker. He flips a few pages. "A, uh... Sara Landry." He looks up, flashing a nervous grin. "I don't suppose she's around?"

 

[ae1vart0n]

Accepting the camera from Vincent, Roger went to look for the door. After a couple seconds he found it.

"Yeh, that's probably where the sounds are coming from. Good work."

Vincent had showed interest, followed instructions and found something useful. Roger was considering offering him the same sort of haunting hunting internship he had had back in college.

Roger took a picture, then bit his lip and scowled at the ceiling, as if to think.

"So now we need to figure out how to get up there. Oh wait. Can't forget to update my notes."

The type of both was auditory, and the nature was a breathing noise coming from a ceiling [Recording #1]. Additionally he noted a door in the ceiling indicating a possible attic, and the artwork that had probably contributed to the fantasy.

"Its important to keep good notes when you need to write an article later. Not good to leave out details, now back to getting up there. If there's a door there must be a way." He glanced at Kris, but then realized she hadn't known there was an attic in the first place. "Maybe Sara knows. Lets go find her."

This was becoming fun for Roger, so he was getting a little more energetic than he probably should have been.

 

[Insight]

Before Roger leaves to find Sara, Vincent suggests, "Should I go up and have a closer look at the switch... or whatever it is?"

He starts halfway up the scaffolding before Roger can answer.

 

[hippocrachus]

Gabriel didn't really think much about the haunting, so he just shrugged his shoulders at Steven's question. A place like this, rich in history, was bound to have a few creaky floor boards and skeletons in the closet.

 

[ae1vart0n]

"If that's ok with Kris. I don't know how much more you're going to see though, I didn't even notice it when I was up there. I'm going to look for another way up in the meantime."

Roger continues to look and think about ways to get closer to the switch. Maybe there's a way to get up there from the stage, or the lobby. He decides to check the stage first, since it's closer.

 

[Dhes]

Turning off his camera, Dunstand notes the dorky old guy and some kid talking. The teenager seemed to have found something of interest on the seiling. Scrolling through the pictures on his camera, Dunstand finds the picture showing the restoration work on the mural, but can't find anything of interest.

Walking up to the scaffolding, as the older guy walks off, "Hi... I'm Dunstand, I'm taking some pictures for a college paper. Did you find any thing interesting up there?"

 

[Majin]

Monday, May 15 2006 - 5:20 PM

~Pete~

The volunteer points to the door that Sara went through earlier, giving the nervous man a smile for good measure.

~Roger~

Roger turns up nothing in the way of alternate entrances to the above the ceiling. It appears that the hinged door is the only way...

 

[ae1vart0n]

Turning to address Dunstand. "A door in the ceiling." He looked up to find the spot, but couldn't see it from the ground, so he decided pointing in the general direction would be good enough.

"I'm going to go join Vincent up there and see if we can't get it open. I'd invite you up but I'm not sure how much weight that thing will support."

He looked up nervously as he began to climb the scaffolding. He muttered under his breath, "Hopefully it's at least two."