The Boards, Sunday Afternoon
There was a NPC cleaning crew working on clearing away the mess of a few months inside. Nothing particularly dreadful but months of dust and general grim were not something he was going to permit to simply stay put.
Not when he planned to put the building to use. What point was there in an empty theatre? None.
As for himself, Genesis leaned against the outside of the building, reading the paperwork he'd found lying about the place, mostly in the apartment above the theatre itself. As he read, he absently answered the questions of the cleaning crew as they came up about where to put things.
And what to put on? Well, there was time to decide that yet. This Geoffrey had seemed to have a certain taste in plays which meant either it would be best for him to conform and pick something similar…
Or pick something utterly different. Hm.
He smiled faintly. It wasn't really much of a choice, no.
[Open, of course, for anyone who might want to know what's going on at The Boards.]
Not when he planned to put the building to use. What point was there in an empty theatre? None.
As for himself, Genesis leaned against the outside of the building, reading the paperwork he'd found lying about the place, mostly in the apartment above the theatre itself. As he read, he absently answered the questions of the cleaning crew as they came up about where to put things.
And what to put on? Well, there was time to decide that yet. This Geoffrey had seemed to have a certain taste in plays which meant either it would be best for him to conform and pick something similar…
Or pick something utterly different. Hm.
He smiled faintly. It wasn't really much of a choice, no.
[Open, of course, for anyone who might want to know what's going on at The Boards.]