Who: OPEN to Phantom peeps and their Las Vegas counterparts What: Trying to stay alive? Where: The Venetian When: Las Vegas Plot Warnings/Rating: Oh probably. It's the Phantom kids.
Meg had finally managed to place enough gentle pressure on the strange gentleman in whose mind she found herself for him to make his way to the hotel address than had been included with the key and the book. She wasn't entirely certain what to expect upon arrival, but it wasn't the evidence of the door - the one that called to her - being so abused at some point in the recent past. there were still traces of the welded metal in the hallway, and when the man stopped in front of the door, it shifted into something resembled the doors in the ballet dormitory, but darkened and smelling of old woodsmoke. He'd stepped through though, and Meg had just a moment to look around a vacant, smoke-stained dormitory room before a sharp tug landed her back in Las Vegas, the door locked in front of her. She didn't know what was supposed to happen at the hotel, but she was certain this wasn't it.
At first, she simply made her way around the hotel, wondering if something or someone there might help, but as she moved through the dim hallways in her white costume, ballet shoes thunking dully on the floors, she realized that there was no one left in the hotel that would be able to help her, everyone sunk into their own problems.
So she ventured outside.
The sights and sounds were overwhelming, even after seeing them through Zee's eyes, and she found herself wishing for Paris with all her heart. She moved along unfamiliar streets, trying to avoid the people, and then (confusingly) the ice that fell. The dragon that moved past at one point was the final horror that she could handle, and she took refuge in one of the buildings nearby. Inside, she found (among lights and colors that were still nearly too much to handle) signs that said 'theater' and signs that said 'Phantom' and 'Opera'. She followed their direction and finally pushed through a door that revealed a dark theater. Onstage was a set that struck chords of familiarity within her, and she rushed forward to search for a place to hide that might feel at least a little bit like home.