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]

[Sigyn cringes a bit]

'Back on track' may be a bit optimistic, but I think we may have distracted them enough to get them to talk?

[She comes over and leans against the wardrobe next to the bed.]

I'm worried about them. They were all acting...weird.

[superbeliever]

[Richard frowns, a little.]

It did seem a little off, didn't it.

I mean, the last party we had while I was alive we just drank wine and Angus braided my hair...

[He carefully stands from the bed and moves closer so he can keep his voice lower.]

They'll be alright. I know they will be.

[reassuranceandrevolution]

I hope so. If another one turns up here... [She thinks about the snippets of conversation between Christine, Stephen, and Jeremy. Something was happening. Something bad.]

There has to be something else we can do to help them get out.

[superbeliever]

[Richard glances back at Riley.]

It's awful she had to push herself so hard, but this is the most relaxed I've ever seen her.

[reassuranceandrevolution]

[Sigyn follows his gaze to Riley's sleeping form. Somehow she looks even younger like this.]

I don't think I've ever saw her sit for longer than a few minutes at a time.

[superbeliever]

I think I'll stay in here with her. At least until she wakes up.

[When he was her age, he was still learning to sleep by himself without Gareth sleeping in a cot on the floor.

He'd also already been king for about three or four years.]

[reassuranceandrevolution]

Want some company or some time to yourself?

[isawallflower]

[ In her sleep, Riley giggles. Rolls over. ]

Cai, come on, slow down...

[ Mumbled and soft, and painfully honest. ]

[superbeliever]

[Richard freezes for a second, as if he can keep still enough not to wake her.

But then she just goes back to sleep, and he can't help but grin.]

Aww, that was adorable.

[reassuranceandrevolution]

[For just a moment Sigyn's expression turns soft]

I'll come back in a bit so you can take a break, okay? Unless you want some company.

[superbeliever]

[He nods.]

Thanks.