As you sit in the tiny performance space inside the Casa del Pueblo Methodist Church – which the Rorschach Theatre Company always manages to make look like an entirely new space from its previous production – you’re hot. The sweat’s dripping down your face. You’re trying to avoid any bodily contact with those sitting next to you. You’re starting to feel a little faint. Impressively enough, Rorschach’s lack of air conditioning only serves to place…