Junk.

The Suicide Machines.

At work today, we spent time in the scene shop and the prop room (pictured above). Basically, the whole time was spent hauling props back from the stage to the basement. The prop room is long. Short (my head almost touched the ceiling). Hot. And creepy. This is only half of the props--the other half was in a louder, creepier, warmer section of the basement. Despite the unwanted conditions, it was pretty cool looking around to see what stuff the theater still had...