Vandal sighed in disappointment at his sister’s response, but his expression still held a hint of curiosity as he looked over to her. “I suppose you’re right,” he admitted, grinning at her as he started walking over to the double metal doors at the front of the building. He mentally promised himself that he would redeem himself for his previous failure at some point in the future. [i]I’ll get the chance here, no doubt. I’ve never met another city person who can climb like me,[/i] he thought, walking up to the door.

As he turned the handle on the door, he frowned and sighed. “Looks like we’re out of luck,” he commented, backing away from the door and looking up at the banner, “a real great welcoming this is.”

Vandal paused after saying this, thinking about the words on the banner for the first time. “Welcome back? Maybe they’re welcoming the other people who come here each year,” he said, thinking aloud, “I doubt it is directed at us.”

After waiting for a few moments, Vandal turned back towards the street. “Well, we’ve seen the building. Clearly they don’t want anyone getting in, so we should go back and finish settling into the theater.” He resented the locks on the big double-doors, and mentally added, “buy a lockpicking tutorial book” to his checklist as he looked over to Vi. He paused, then asked, “or do you [i]really[/i] want to get into the building?”