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

[isawallflower]

[ Faintly, the spines in front of her blurring together: ] And why's that? Because of the...other dimension magic thing?

[mcfife]

That obviously. But even in my home universe, the Hammer can only be wielded by the Good. [pfeh.] That is the balance between the Knife and the Hammer: one destroys Good, the other destroys Evil. Both which can only be wielded by the true...or the wicked.

[And that's not accounting for the third ancient starlord relic which, as everybody knows, is the Vorpal Laserblaster of Pittenweem. Gloryhammer is a real band.]

[isawallflower]

[ Oh, of course! Of course, the Vorpal Laserblaster of Pittenweem! ]

...So. Is it worth it? The Knife. If you can't use the Hammer anymore.

[mcfife]

I have neither now. [Which is great for everyone.] And it's simply an ancient knife without its magic. So I can't say how useful it will be.

[But he does.....miss the Hammer. It was so cool when he swung it around and it made noises. Now he'll need some dumb normal weapon and the prospect is a bit upsetting.]

I'll find something out. It's not the first time I worked without a plan.

[isawallflower]

Like on the stage?

[ She doesn't mean to ask that question. But, it slips out nevertheless. ]

[mcfife]

Like-

[He meant to say something along the lines of "fight Zargothrax the moment I sees him and figure out a strategy later". He goes in knowing the goal, not how to reach it. What happened on stage was...that's different.]

It was a relapse. I wasn't paying attention.

[isawallflower]

You have to be paying attention, to be evil?

[ She's still more murmuring than anything. Her finger runs down a book's spine. ]

[mcfife]

No, it comes naturally.

[But he wasn't paying attention. That's what was wrong. No, something was wrong.]

It had only been one day since it finally took effect and was working slower than it should. But it doesn't matter if the infection was incomplete; I killed Spinel and now I'm stuck here.

[isawallflower]

[ ... ]

It just looked like...someone I recognized. For a moment. Like someone I could trust.

[ Someone who had her back. ]

[mcfife]

Well you shouldn't. [He doesn't like where this conversation is going.] You're thinking of the old Angus. He's dead now.

[He doesn't have to be here anymore! Angus pulls up his cape and turns away from Riley to the door.]

And don't think of following me! [He says, going to the graveyard - the only place left he can think of.]

[isawallflower]

[ He's gone before she can even get another word out. Just storming away, and she tears her eyes from the books just in time to watch him leave. ]

Ang- uughhh. [ Riley's shoulders slump and she rubs her forehead. ] Damn it.