Find Keith

You hazily remember where Keith told you he'd be holding down the fort. Shouldering past giddy people making their way between the exhibits, you navigate the hallways until you find the door marked "EMPLOYEES ONLY." Walking up to it, you rap your knuckles on the door.

"For the last time," comes a muffled voice from inside, "if you can't be bothered to answer your walkie talkies, I don't have time for this!"

"You didn't give me a walkie talkie, you dork." You chuckle as you let yourself in.

The room is lit by a fluorescent fixture in the ceiling, casting a harsh glare over your brother as he hunches in a desk chair. He has frizzy red hair like yours, and he's staring intently at a laptop that's displaying what look to be security feeds, though several of them look to have gone dark. Next to him is a handset to call the other walkie talkies. Around him are shelves that hold what look to be spare costume pieces for the performers.

"Oh, it's just you," he says with a sigh as he looks up at you with bleary eyes.

"Rough night?" You ask with a bit of kindness.

"You have no idea, Sis. Communications problems. The cams have been going out, starting in the basement and now some on the second floor are on the fritz."

"Second floor, huh?" You say with some concern. "Do you still have the feed to the Werewolf Den up?"

"...huh, no. Looks like it's down. How'd you know?"

"I was just there. Had a run-in with..." You hesitate. How do you tell him what just happened? Maybe leave out that you were making out with Lilith. "...a performer who was taking her role a little too far."

"That's the girls. Lemme see if I can reach 'em."

He picks up the handset, thumbing through a couple channels before he gets the right one. "You girls there? Got a customer complaint. Hello? Lil? Anyone?"

As he's trying to get an answer, the lights flicker in the room. For a split second, everything looks different. Your brother is in strange robes, hunched over a small basin of rippling water. Arcane symbols cover the walls, and the shelves hold a lot less savory things than costume parts.

Then, the lights come back on and everything is normal again.

"Sorry Sis, they're not answering." Keith says, as if nothing had happened.

"You uh... you don't need to make a big deal out of it," you say, blinking back confusion.

"Well you're my sister, I take it kinda personally if the performers hassled you."

"It's probably nothing," you hedge. "Just got carried away. I'll let you get back to work. Sounds like you have your hands full."

"Don't I know it," he grumbles as you back out of the room.