Once the meeting had adjourned, the cast and crew flocked to various areas of the theater, eager to begin their own personal preparations for tonight's festivities. Lucian took to himself, set about making his plan a reality. Disappearing into the rafters, he knew that there would be no way to alter anything on the ground floor, but if he rigged some of the things above, he could cause quite enough catastrophe.
Though what would he do, looking up at the lights, he noticed that their axis was kind of close to some of the hanging ropes that were attached to the heavy sandbags for the curtains among some of the other things for the show. Thinking quickly, Lucian took to climbing higher, grabbing onto the ropes, he tied them to the axis of the lights, as they would try to raise the lights it be pulled down by the weight of the bags and prevent them from coming up. And if they raised the curtains they would pull the lights too far up and wouldn't be able to let them down without closing the curtain, though childish in nature the damage would be enough to make them have to focus on fixing it. Leaving him with enough time to do what was necessary to finish everything else.
As the play began everyone got into their designated position, Alice came forward and introduced herself as the producer, main patron and the lead for tonight play, giving a rousing speech of welcome, she ducked behind the curtain and signaled for things to commence. Lucian sat in the back of the stage and went about the various rooms, doing a quick check on everyone. The play started out with a simple monologue with a spotlight, as expected a struggled whirling could be heard from the light above as it tried to go into focus. The pulling it off course, the actor on stage tried his hardest to maintain his focus but the audience's attention was already drawn away. The back of the house went mad as the various workers clamored to see the issue, as the stagehands in charge of the lights disappeared, from his station, Lucian quickly maneuvered to the control station of the lacrima crystals.
Flooding them with his mana, he brought down all the lights of the theater, turning it a cold pitch black. The room was swept up in a loud chatter as many tried to figure out the meaning of all this. Some still believing this to be apart of the show, taking the opportunity for someone to return back to the lights to bring them up, he quickly slinked out of the station and towards the backstage. Disappearing towards the dressing area, feeling his nails elongate with a struggle, he ripped into the costumes, tearing at the various pieces and turning them into ribbons.
Ducking back out Lucian could see the director on stage try to save face but he knew it was over, some of the audience had already started to file out of the room and were no longer trying to enjoy the show. Slowly the room became empty, joining the exodus, Lucian could hear the mumbles among the crowd, they definitely would remember this for time to come and their precious Alice was losing face among the masses. Just as she deserved.
558/300
1555/1500 Grand total