No joke, The Piece Manor is a literal Chekov's ARMORY. So many things that will come in handy in very specific situations. The result of inheriting a three floor mansion from Heroines who fought serious baddies for centuries.
   FlĂĄvia takes the steps two at a time as she ascends to the first floor of the mansion. Eugene is right behind her, Lisa remains in the dining room to examine the watches left behind. Dan and Shelly have gone out to Danâs truck to bring in the food he brought with him.
   âNice of Dan to bring dinner.â Eugene breaks the silence in the hall. FlĂĄvia nods and lets her eyes adjust to the dark, âLight switch.â He points in front of her to a square on the wall. The face of it was brass with heavy black buttons in pairs.
   FlĂĄvia thanks Eugene and presses in the button nearest to her. A light behind her illuminates the stairwell Eugene looks up the next flight of stairs. He sees a pair of double doors and scratches his chin. âI wonder.â He goes and opens them, and laughs. FlĂĄvia joins him and sees the rub. The doors lead to a walk way that overlooks the ballroom.
   âVery nice.â She agrees and they move down the walkway and Eugene peeks in at the four rooms that line the other side. Each contains a comfortable, if rouge, interior. âLooks like theyâre meant for entertaining.â She elbows Eugene and his grin matches hers.
   They reach the end and open another set of double doors, to another dark hallway that T-junctions in front of them. Eugene presses all the buttons, and light floods the hall. âOw.â FlĂĄvia cringes at the sudden burst of light. Eugene walks ahead and starts to open doors.
   To the right of the junction there are just two doors, and a window at the end of the hall. FlĂĄvia opens on, to the right, and sees a strange sort of contraption. âEugene?â He walks up to her and examines the arrangement.
   âWhoa.â He moves in to examine the device. It is very much a conjoined combination of stringed instruments. The fret board of an acoustic guitar is present as well as what might be a bass, and a long narrow neck with only three strings. The crest of harp arcs like a wing over the arrangement and the many arms of the device sit idle. Thereâs chairs around the plinth it sits on, but also horns that wait, wide, for some sound.
   âWonder whatâs next?â FlĂĄvia asks rhetorical. She leaves Eugene to gaze at the machine and opens the door across from it.