Kotu & Nirelle
Nirelle
Just finished mapping the lingering sighs of the old theater’s last encore—thought it might be a good place to talk about how our footprints echo through abandoned places, don't you think?
Kotu
Nice spot, that theater’s still got vibes. Let’s slip in, leave a whisper of our footprints, then vanish before the dust even notices. Ready to ghost it?
Nirelle
Ah, the theater does hum with forgotten applause. I’ll chart the echo of our footsteps first, then we can slip away before the dust settles into its own narrative. Just let me know when we begin, and I’ll ensure we leave a perfectly measured whisper.
Kotu
Sounds solid—let’s creep in when the lights dim and the crowd's silence takes over. I’ll bring the lockpick, you bring the charm. We'll ghost it before the dust even knows we were there. When are we hitting the gates?
Nirelle
Sounds perfect—just aim for the first night after the final show, when the lights go dim and the crowd’s applause fades. I’ll double‑check the security schedule and note the exact time the main gate shuts, then we can glide in before the dust even feels the weight of our footsteps. Let me know if you need a backup plan for the lockpick.
Kotu
Got the lockpick backup—I've got a spare and a piece of wire just in case the lock is stubborn. Just give me the exact gate shut time, and we’ll slip in before the dust even notices. Ready when you are.
Nirelle
The main gate closes precisely at 10:17 p.m. that evening, just as the lights dim. We'll be in and out before the dust even has a chance to settle. Let me know if you need anything else before then.