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

[expertreese]

[Evan is...here. He's usually here. Kinda nowhere to go, right?

He's generally been reclusive, for several reasons - it sort of feels like there's this whole thing going on, and then there's just sort of him, off to the side? Here for some reason???

But people have been nice, and they're a lot easier to talk to generally speaking than Beetlejuice. Like, so...so much easier. So Evan will be out and about, chilling in the kitchen in the...morning? The vague period of time? He'll be there, poking around like he's thinking about maybe, possibly, now that he's actually dead, learning how to make himself some food.

Later on, you can find him hanging out in the garden. By himself, just kinda chillin. He likes...trees?]

kitchen

[mcfife]

[And another person who doesn't know how to make food here here.

No, actually, he knows how to crack eggs and boil potatoes and turnips. Those three ingredients (plus a sprig of parsley) are laid out on the table before him. He stares at the table as he recalls how the hell he's supposed to combine them into a decent meal.]

Then the eggs can be a separate dish.

[Move over, Evan, you're block his way to the cabinet.]

[expertreese]

[skittering out of the way!]

Wh-um. What are you making?

[mcfife]

Eggs. [Just...eggs.] And my own version of neeps and tatties.

[He grabs the biggest boiling pot they got and turns on the sink. Everything can fit in here.]

[expertreese]

...........neeps and......tatties?

[mcfife]

[He gestures at the pile of potatoes and turnips on the table.]

That, mashed with other things. [Scottish food sure is a thing.] If you're not helping, give me space to work.