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curtainsdown2020-07-11 07:39 pm
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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It's hard to tell. [What even is time in deadland, anyway?]
Several hours? I thought... You know, since you passed out, you wouldn't want to wake up alone.
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...I really passed out. [ Everything's settling in. Her memory solidifies itself, the last remnants of dreams fading. ] It, uh, it wouldn't have been... [ No, she trails off. ] ...Thank you.
[ Hazily, Riley realizes her hair's down. She was properly tucked in. Really, in those last moments of consciousness, when she recognized she'd finally overtaxed herself, she had enough thought to assume she'd just wake up in the roller rink. That wasn't even a bad thought, it was just the natural conclusion. So stuck on this, she is, that she murmurs: ]
Sorry. I mean- this place is a mess. [ Cracked mirrors, things all strewn about, remnants of letters and stuffing... ]
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[He watches the way she reaches up and touches her hair, and then glances at the ribbon he'd left on the corner of her vanity, then at the room when she draws attention to it.]
No, I totally get it. I mean, when I was about your age, I threw just a huge tantrum because I didn't want to sit and listen to grievances. I was a teenage boy, I wanted to go riding and watch the big joust. I trashed everything in my room. Threw my favorite crown through my mirror, ripped up all my letters, tore open my favorite pillow and threw feathers all over the place.
[He kind of half-chuckles, glancing at her cracked mirror.]
...Huh. I'd nearly forgotten about that, until now.
Anyway, your mess is a lot more justifiable than mine was. [What was her reason? Doesn't matter!] My point is just... Even kings whose bloodline is descended from a mermaid and a god aren't perfect. You don't have to be, either.
[...Oh, he's talking about more than her room. Cool.]
cw: riley's mental state
So. It's easy to forget, that all that crying, screaming mess was laid bare for not just the ten other people in that room (eleven, with the fucking Phantom, whoever else he kept answering to--), but Richard and Sigyn and Red and Jonny too.
A practiced, prepackaged smile won't cover anything up, this time. She carries the chaos with her. ]
U-um. [ ...It's funny, all that in her head, and she still can't get out words to say. Some things never change. She pulls the bear close and tucks her chin against it. ] I...think it's pretty clear by now that...I'm not going to be perfect.
[ She says it like an admission of defeat. Riley's failed, and there's not really anything she can do about that. ]
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That doesn't matter to the people who care about you.
They- we, if I may - don't need you to be perfect. And we don't want you to hurt yourself trying to do everything on your own.
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[ And maybe if she had more fire in her right now, that could sound scornful, frustrated, angry—but all she sounds is sad. ]
I already- [ Her dreams were so nice. She wishes she could just go back to them. ] It’s only...right...that I do everything I can, to...to make up for it all.
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[Well technically she didn't KILL Spinel but she left her vulnerable to Angus McSmashy.]
Have you talked to them?
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[ But. She squeezes her eyes shut. ]
B-but it's not just-- it's not just them. How... How everyone reacted, and- I don't- I don't think any of you realize... It's- I ruined a lot of lives.
[ "I won't help you anymore." ]
Not just here.
my Curtains kink is taking solos and turning them into duets
[He doesn't say it flippantly, but matter of factly.]
Probably dozens, if not hundreds more than you have. Including my own!
[He was not a good person.]
But I didn't get better by looking back and trying to fix what I'd done wrong. Knowing my luck if I'd tried that I would have just f-... screwed that up, too.
I felt a change in me,
Like op'ning up a door,
The King I used to be-
I'm not him anymore.
For now I realize,
That good can come from bad-
That may not make me wise
But oh, it makes me glad
oh this is a different song than i expected
But I-- I never thought I’d leave behind
My childhood love,
'Cause I was blind!
For now I know who I could be.
No change of heart, a change in me.
For in my dark despair,
I've slowly understood-
My perfect world out there
Had disappeared for good.
[ She gently shakes her head. She wants it back. The world she screwed up, that-- ]
But in my heart I feel
A worse and painful end.
That world was never real,
But still I had my friend...
...I can't even tell her I'm sorry.
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...She knows.
[That you're sorry. That you love her. Take your pick.
Richard gets up and goes to sit on the bed next to the huddled little ball of Riley, and puts his arm around her. He's old, the idea of freeing themselves from here and to...wherever they're supposed to go is a comfort to him, the idea that he'll see Roberta there someday is only natural.
But it would be less comforting to hear if he was a teenager.]
Love is the best thing we can leave behind,
The best of us,
Lives in their mind...
Forever in their hearts we'll be...
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But, god, it all hurts, so much...!
Her mouth opens to sing back, but she can't manage it. She wants to be running out in the rain with Cairo like a little kid again. She wants to be dragged off for a weekend in New York City, have her workout schedule interrupted. She wants to hide a smile at one of her scathing take-downs, or- or grab her hand after practice with a sweet smile, and actually-
She wants...to go back in time. Before she destroyed it all.
She can't finish the line, instead trembling as tears leak from her eyes. Again. A brief, horrible sob and- oh, no, she's going to get Mephisto's bear all covered in snot. ]
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But at least he has something he can do with this.
He turns so that he can pull her in against him in a tight hug, one hand rubbing her shoulder and the other carefully pulling back her long, straight hair and petting it in long, soothing strokes. He's more used to, well, doing the crying in these situations, but that just means he knows what's the most soothing.]
Shh... Shhh... You're alright. Let it out, that's it.
cw: parental neglect
Opened her eyes.
How many people's arms has she cried in? Before, it was only Cairo. She'd give all this...validation, all this comfort up, if she could do that just one more time, but it—god, Riley leans into the hug. She relishes the feeling of someone's strong arms, holding her. Later she'll wonder just how fucked up it is that she had to be kidnapped to an Opera House of Hell to even feel a little of this. To die to keep feeling it.
Riley...will kind of seriously wonder, for the first time, if she really deserved that.
But, that's for later. For now, she sniffles and wails, loud and ugly, Cairo's name caught on her tongue. ]
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But, well, when she leans into him, all that goes out the window. He keeps his breathing deep and even, starting with a sympathetic sigh as he presses his beardy cheek to the top of her head.
All he can do to help her is to keep holding her, keep breathing. When he runs out of nothings to murmur, he starts to hum, slow and rumbling, the same old lullaby that brings him so much comfort. Maybe later he'll ask her to tell happy stories about this "Cairo." Maybe he'll start by telling his own stories about growing up with Bobby.
But for now, all he can do is hold her like an anchor, while she rides out the worst of the storm.]
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It's...nice to have someone here with her, though. She wishes-- ]
I was alone. Wh-whole time, when I wrote the Phantom. H-he said I was alone. When he found me. I didn't- didn't remember that.
[ It spills out in huffy breaths. She doesn't mean for it to. ]
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He- or maybe someone else- tampered with our memories. It's not your fault you didn't know.
[You're not alone now, he tries to say without needing to say it, by being there and holding her now.]
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[ One of her hands tentatively wraps around his wrist. To keep herself in place, maybe. ]
I don't. I don't- know what I'm s-saying, anymore.
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That's alright. You're okay now. Just take a deep breath, my dear.
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I... I can't screw up like that again. [ Murmurs, while breathing slowly. ] I can't... I have to be better.
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He's not sure what he's supposed to say. Because, yeah, he agrees with what she's saying, like- she can't kill somebody again. That is a bar she has to meet.
But the way that she says it strikes him wrong, like the wrong lesson learned from the right words.]
It doesn't work like... one of those "switches."
Sometimes you vow you're not going to do anything evil anymore, and then you burn down a rec center because it was built with the bricks from your old castle and if you can't have it, they can't either.
[...That is. A very specific example, Richard. Anyway, moving on!]
My point is, you don't have to get better overnight, my dear. You just have to keep trying. And remember that you're not alone. You have people who care about you, and who are going to keep caring no matter what.
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My girl. He'd called her that, and yet. It sinks a pit into her stomach. ]
...They probably shouldn't. [ Cai doesn't. ] What if I hurt them?