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]

[ Two things swim through her head first! ]

Do not call m- [ Wait. The kitten? They- did-

And then he keeps going and she just. Stammers? Except it's not even words it's just sounds, because she's so caught up in being sad and angry and frustrated and just the smallest bit happy.

After a moment, in a strangled shriek: ]

Whh- what's even the point of this?!

[beejfq]

[Beetlejuice looks from Riley, frustrated and angry, and then out at the theatre at large. He's surprisingly quiet for a moment, his brow furrowing before he answers.]

The point is it's not for you guys.

[isawallflower]

[ ... ]

Then who? Who's it for? Because...it's not for...them, either. Right? [ She glances at the horrorshow that's the voting. Everyone screaming, upset. ]

[beejfq]

No, it's not for them. [He nods toward the orchestra pit and her screaming friends.] It's for them.

[And he makes a wide, sweeping arm gesture toward the empty and abandoned seats of the theatre.]

[isawallflower]

[ .................. ]

There's. There's no one. There?

[beejfq]

[An odd, foreign expression crosses his face and he takes off his 3-D glasses to look down at the empty seats. He almost looks sad.]

Maybe not to you.

[isawallflower]

[ Him? Sad? That's...weird! And something she wants to ask him about but-

Well. Jeremy's about to get executed. And the Phantom turned the SQUIP off and everything.

So she's stuck in her seat, watching. Horrified. ]

[beejfq]

...Huh.. That seems excessive. [His attention moves from the scene unfolding in front of them back to Riley.] He, uh, he's probably gonna be popping up here in a few. You might wanna go check on him.

[Once someone remembers to invite him at least.]

[isawallflower]

[ After a long few moments, she rises. ]

I swear. Whatever I have to do-

[ Her hands are clenched. She's trembling. But not with fear, or with sadness. With rage. ]

I'm going to make him regret this.

[beejfq]

Give it like 2 weeks and you'll get your chance.

[And suddenly his massive soda is in his hand again and he's back to slurping it.]

[isawallflower]

[ She's kinda in her own head right now?

But, she'll remember that. For later! ]