Another Day Another Dollar

Oct 24, 2010 12:35

The break room for Terror Tram is in a warehouse. We're confined to a small section of it by police tape and have access to the kitchen as well as the bathrooms.  We also have free range of the outside but I hardly go out there because it's cold and filled with smokers.  This story happens in the break room and is smoke free.

There are two girls who are face-peel galls.  They have a prosthetic with magnets in it and a connecting "over face" that another character then fake peels off with a fake knife in a truly creepy way.  I don't know why or how, but Thomas got his hands onto the over-face and was wearing it around in the break room.  So I come in off one of my shifts and see him snarling about hunched over in  a generally terrifying demeanor.  He then proceeds to grab me as his victim and proclaim "Phaedra Now we can be together in prosthetic glory"  or something of the like because I have a prosthetic and he's got a mask normally. I escape and he chases me into the girls restroom.  The ordeal being over I go about my restroom business.

However when I exit the bathroom everyone in the warehouse is quite and looking at me.  This can only be a bad sign.  Their eyes follow me as I get around the fire extinguisher and by then I can just feel something behind me.   There's Thomas with his plastic face hunting me down again.  He ends up throwing me into a dip, much to the enjoyment of the audience, and when he stands me up I throw my vale over his head for a fake-make out session.  And then the show was really over.

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