Stiles had lingered in the room after the cafeteria had stopped serving evening meals, having seen the group of people who had come in to put up the makeshift stage, the tables pulled aside, while those still there had been asked to assist in rearranging the chairs into rows. He'd been hoping to slip away afterwards, nothing being sold as 'too boring' sparked any interest for him at all, but he hadn't had much luck when one of the drama club members had stood by the doors ambushing people to fill the seats.

Which meant he's stuck. Waiting around the seats furthest from the stage, while other crew members finished setting up. There are other people there, some who were asked to stay, while a few are genuinely interested in the show, theater geeks exist everywhere, all finding seats around the room before the lights are dimmed. With his seat though, he could get away with spacing out, and nobody would care.

There's a curtained off area serving as backstage, and from where he's sitting, he notices something about the props laid out for the show... is that a muppet? He really should have left when he'd had the chance.