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

[recessives]

You said... it takes effort to see people, right? So I don't have to worry about watching people be sad about me?

[ That would be....... Unfortunate. ]

[reassuranceandrevolution]

[That is by far the saddest thing anyone has asked her since she woke up here]

Yeah, it takes a lot of effort and practice. It's easiest in the graveyard, but still leaves you pretty worn afterwards.

[recessives]

[ She is.... in mourning herself, it's just super not what she needs. ]

Then... inside or outside, I'm fine. I... don't have to worry about being sick anymore, so either is good.

[reassuranceandrevolution]

That is one of the perks of being dead, I guess.

[recessives]

[ A breath. Oh boy. ]

Well... apparently it's not entirely a. Being dead thing. I remembered that I... wasn't actually sick.

[reassuranceandrevolution]

[Sigyn looks confused.]

Well that's...good? Were you cured? [Listen, she thought her wife was dead then remembered finding her alive. Remembering a cure to a life-long disease doesn't seem out of the question.]

[recessives]

It's... kind of a long story. Maybe later.

[ She hasn't seen Sigyn in weeks this doesn't seem like the ideal time for the Nathan Wallace Callout Post Hour. ]

But long story short, yeah, I was cured.

[reassuranceandrevolution]

[Whatever it is sounds like A Lot(tm), but they'll have time for it later if Shiloh wants to talk about it.]

Well, in any case I'm glad you're feeling better.

[recessives]

[ She nods. ]

Yeah. I feel pretty good, you know, physically.