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stagemanagers) wrote in
curtainsdown2020-07-11 07:39 pm
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now let's skip the tears and start on the whole-
[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.]
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.]
[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.]

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evil teenwallflower life, riley!Which is to say, Evan is up in the big oak tree by the wall. He doesn't seem to have entirely noticed Riley up there when he started climbing, but it's obvious when he notices her - he jerks and nearly falls backwards out of the tree.
He doesn't, though. Evan's good at not accidentally falling from trees! It's a little loud, though, his scramble for purchase.]
Oh - crap, uh, sorry.
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Riley shrieks turns, and almost falls! Again! But she catches herself. ]
Wha- who the hell are you, oh my- GOD, don't sneak up on people!!
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[QUICKLY ATTEMPTING TO FLEE THE SCENE but not actually getting away that fast because he is up a tree]
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[ Riley flails her hands and grabs at him, to make sure he doesn't tumble out of the tree. ]
cw: vague suicide stuff
I - it...
[.....]
It'd be okay. If I did. It, um, it...
[...............no that's it he's done, you broke him]
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Oh my god, just- don't. Okay? No falling out of anywhere.
[ She really has had enough of falling. ]
What were you thinking?
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[Oh but he can get THAT out, great job Evan, A+ social interaction there]
I mean, um, I'm. I'm good at climbing. Trees. And it's not like I'm gonna die twice, I mean that would be impossible. Plus, if I could've, I totally would've by now. Beetlejuice is, he's um, a lot? Just to be around all the time? Not that I, I mean, it's better than being alone.
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[ Holy shit. Holy shit is this how Jeremy feels around her? Is this her karma? ]
Who. Are. You.
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Evan? Hansen? I'm not, I'm not anybody really, I'm just kinda......here!
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[Wake up in a weird hell state with fucking Beetlejuice, you draw some conclusions.]
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[ She struggles, desperate, to get her knife at anything. His throat? If the stomach won't work, maybe that? And she digs it into his shoulder, but loses her grip as he grabs her arms. She wants to spit in his face, to be defiant to the end, to...!
She's falling. She's too terrified to even close her eyes. Out of the corner of one, she thinks she can see-- ]
...That's not. Something you just forget.
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[Look, he knows? It's weird? Evan is fully aware that this is a problem! There's just not really anything he can do about it.]
I, I wasn't...driving, or anything. I didn't go to sleep, I wasn't sick...I was just.
[......]
Upset.
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[ Great. He has dead amnesia. But— ]
We all had...memory problems, before. But, you’re having them here. Just- when did you get here? Before Jonny, and Sigyn?
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[ SIGH. ]
Yeah, that's all I got.
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[...]
Bad. They were bad. Back home. But it wasn't, um, magic and ghosts bad??? That stuff's not real. Except it is now, I guess.
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[ ...She makes a face at that last one, and. Well, she looks away, back out onto the forest. ]
One of the others... He thinks we're stuck in a...wormhole thing. An event horizon. Every time I tried going over, I couldn't get farther than a stupid door.
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But, uh. Yeah. It's pretty much the same thing here.
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[ She kicks the wall with her heel. Stupid wall. ]
...At least I don't have to waste time looking through the forest again.
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[..........]
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