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

[etincelledefierte]

S-sorry! Sorry. Are you -

[She starts to ask “are you okay”, but stops mid-sentence.]

- who are you?

[expertreese]

I'm Evan?

[He is, he's just full of anxiety]

Who - you're, you're new here. That. Sucks. [nailed it]

[etincelledefierte]

Claudine.

[She has to laugh, something that’s bitter.]

Understatement of the decade. But... you weren’t here before, no? Not - with us.

[expertreese]

Sorry. [He winces a little.] Uh, no. I was - I'm pretty sure I was here before you, actually? Here-here, though, not there-here.

[etincelledefierte]

What the actual -

[She doesn’t finish the thought, but the word she wants to use is clear.]

- how long has it been?

[expertreese]

Maaa-aybe a couple months? I don't know, there's no clocks, and it's, uh. It's night. All the time. And I don't even sleep because I'm dead, and Beetlejuice just says, he's, um, he's confusing?

[bj told him about jeremy bearimy]

[etincelledefierte]

...what did you just say?

[SHE SWEARS TO GOD if she is stuck with him she’s going to scream.]

[expertreese]

..............there's no clocks and I'm dead????

[etincelledefierte]

No, not that part! The last part, with the name you don’t say three times in a row. Did I hear that right?

[expertreese]

Who, Beetlejuice?

[.....]

I mean, the name thing works here too, but not doing it isn't gonna make him......not.

[etincelledefierte]

...that’s it, I have officially literally died - murdered, no less! - and gone straight to hell.

[expertreese]

...................I mean.

[he wasn't gonna SAY IT]

[etincelledefierte]

Am I wrong?

[expertreese]

No. I don't think so, anyway, I just.

[.......]

I don't know, some of your friends seem like good people. Not that you're not a good person! I just, uh, I don't know anything about you, I'm sure you don't deserve to go to Hell, though, that's...

[...]

I was a lot more sure it was Hell before all this stuff with you guys started happening???