<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a3/89/93/a389936d4a2684385b18ced02236e7a6.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Zantanna<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Monarch theater<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Blouse, Slacks, heels and jacket.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><hr/><br/>There was, Zantanna decided, definitely something here that needed cultivating. She walked across the stage and looked around the old theater, too many years as a movie house had left the stage neglected and in need of attention. Not repair or rebuilding but a little TLC.  She smiled as she pulled her father’s wand out and waved it around the stage.<br/><br/>“dexif dna deretnecer sthgil , gnuher sniatruc, dexawer dna dednas, deppirts roolF”  She intoned and the years of dirt and grip literally vanished as the stage was stripped of its finish and the refinished, then a layer of wax appeared, the elegant black curtains that divided so many of her lights dropped silently into place, replacing the grey projection screen that has been there. The stage lighting came up and she smiled as the spotlight settled on her.<br/><br/>Where it belonged.<br/><br/>She waved the wand again, in a circular motion.<br/><br/>“latrop emoH”  A portal to the old estate, Shadowcrest, opened and she stepped thru. Moving quickly, she brought several cartloads of gear thru setting them on the stage. Have to have stuff for the stage crew to work with tomorrow, she thought impishly as she closed the portal<br/><br/>”Hopefully, the wards I laid outside will discourage anyone doing any violence for a block or two.” she said as she sat on her steamer case of costumes. She knew what happened just outside the North fire exit and didn’t want it to happen again.  ”what are you doing here Z?” she asked herself as her thoughts went to the past in this very theater, her father, herself and HIM.