now let's skip the tears and start on the whole-

[stagemanagers]

[You remember dying. Maybe the memory is clear and bright and your body still aches from the cause. Maybe it was fast enough that you didn't feel it and don't remember what you went through. But no matter how you went out you're still trapped here.

When you open your eyes it might take you a minute to recognize your surroundings. For the executed, it's your dressing room. For the victims, you startle awake in the place your body was discovered. But no matter where you are nothing is where you remember it. It's like everything has been picked up and moved to the other side of the room. The entire room has been perfectly mirrored from what it used to be and, upon leaving, it seems the rest of the opera house is just the same. If you remember one room being in the east wing, it's now in the west. If it was in the west, it's now in the east.


Welcome back to the Opera House, friends. Even in death you're still in the woods.]


WEEK 1 | WEEK 2 | WEEK 3 | WEEK 4 | WEEK 5


[ooc: Welcome to deadland, darlings! It's a perfectly mirrored version of the Opera House and each week, as new people die after new floors have been revealed, the stairwell doors will unlock and allow you to reach them. For example, week 3 victims will unlock floor 2 and so on and so forth. Also, all dead characters will wake up at their actual canon point.

Have fun because we have some fun things planned for you.]

Comments

[reassuranceandrevolution]

A stab for a stab, I think we're even on that front.

[Her voice is a deep growl]

So what? You fake your death, kill me in revenge, then we end up in some kind of limbo?

[redjoker]

[That's enough to knock the bitter grin off his face for a moment.]

Fake my-? What are you even talking about? Last thing I remember is you shoving a knife in me and bleeding out surrounded by ballgowns.

[reassuranceandrevolution]

[Of all the emotions she's feeling, confusion now comes to the forefront]

Wait, what? You were the one who executed me. I [She shudders, pressing a hand to her chest as the memory of the pain echos again] I saw you, right in front of me with that needle in your hand. You drove it into my chest.

[The pain was more intense than she'd anticipated, as Jonny forced the giant hollow needle straight through bone into her heart. She watched in mute horror as the blood filled the tube with the remaining few beats of her heart.]

[redjoker]

[He opens his arms wide and shrugs.] I don't know what to tell you. I've been awake for half a minute and all I've seen so far is that everything is fucking backwards, I'm doubly dead and you're yelling at me.

[He pauses, tilting his head curiously.]

Hold on- you were executed? [He snorts.] Knew there was some kind of catch.

[reassuranceandrevolution]

Yes, and if I hadn't been everyone else would have been killed in my place.

[She frowns]

Hold on, you said you bled out next to the ballgowns. They found you in the supply closet.

[redjoker]

Figures. Fucker just keeps finding ways to take all the fun out of murder. [He pats his pockets, briefly forgetting with the flood of new memories that no, he doesn't have any cigarettes on him anymore.]

Unless my corpse got up, walked all the way from the costume shop to the supply closet, locked itself in and waited for someone to open the door. [...] Actually, hearing it out loud that sounds hilarious and absolutely like something I'd do.

But I didn't.

[reassuranceandrevolution]

Someone moved your body...

[This revelation is much more important than that little comment about murder being fun]

It seems a bit too hands on for the Phantom.

[redjoker]

Yeah, no. He's a flash bastard but I can't see him getting his hands dirty like that. [He shrugs his shoulders.] Not that it really matters now, both of us still stuck here for...whatever reason.

Speaking of, dying didn't completely rot my brain, right? I'm not hallucinating that everything is in the wrong place?

[reassuranceandrevolution]

[Sigyn's frown deepens as she looks around]

I had noticed that as well, like everything's flipped.

[She rubs her hip where she banged into the dresser earlier]

I wonder if there's a way to contact the people still in the opera house.

[redjoker]

Certainly worth a try. [He looks up the the ceiling and shouts,]

HEY! Any of you fucks hear us?! [No answer.] Think anything'd happen if I start tearing out light fixtures?

[reassuranceandrevolution]

[Normally Sigyn would try to curtail Jonny's more destructive tendencies.

But she finds that all of her fucks died with her]

Only one way to find out.