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

[superbeliever]

[The grass is short and well-tended around the graves, and he has to kind of grind his feet a little to leave an impression - frankly it would have been moderately tiring even if he were alive. But he stops to catch his breath, and waits for her to notice.

He grins, invigorated, when she guesses that it's him.]

Oh, good! She remembers me!

[He reaches out with intent, and ruffles her hair.]

[isawallflower]

[ She smallest of laughs, half-scornful but- half-amused. ]

Of course she remembers you. We didn't...just forget, after all.

[superbeliever]

[Richard turns to look back at Riley.]

Well, it's just-

[...He's used to people being glad to be rid of him.

But before he can articulate that, Mephisto swipes his hand through Richard's ankle, and Richard lifts his foot.]

-Hey!

[isawallflower]

[ Now Riley just laughs lightly, a smile slipping onto her face. ]

You felt that?

[superbeliever]

He went through me!

[Rude.

RUDE! He jumps back out of the heart a split second after Mephisto jumps into his body.]

[isawallflower]

[ WHOA why....does Riley find that equal parts creepy and cool. ]

What'd it feel like?

[superbeliever]

[Richard is distracted from scowling at Mephisto by Riley's question. He furrows his brow, thinking about how to describe it.]

It felt like... You know- Eeeuugh! [At the sound effect, he demonstrates a full-body shudder.]

[isawallflower]

[ She gives the two of them - Mephisto, and Christine - a wistful look as her awareness of the physical world fades. ]

I wanna try it again. As soon as I can.

[superbeliever]

[Richard, tired but not fatigued, leans against the crypt next to Riley.]

You did good. For your first try.

[isawallflower]

They were...so excited to see me. Or...to hear from me.

[ She on the other hand is just. Fucking drained. ]

[superbeliever]

[He smiles at her.]

Well of course they were! They're your friends.

[He gives her a very light nudge with his elbow.]

Come on, let's go inside. Sigyn taught me how to make a real bangin' cup of cocoa. I'll make us some!

[isawallflower]

[ For the first time, Riley’s not hung up on how they shouldn’t have been so kind to her, or forgiven her so quick, because...well, this is something she can still do, isn’t it?

She can help, or...at least try to.

Almost dizzy with preemptive plans, she somehow finds her footing and nods. ] Yeah. Okay, cocoa sounds...wonderful, right about now.