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

[inside_yourmind]

[This time, with a longer message, the Phantom seems to try to interfere with the message as it's being written; he reaches out as if to intercept whatever tool may be writing it. But, as Riley has discovered, Claudine simply phases right through him with no trouble.]

...the afterlife.

[etincelledefierte]

[Claudine can’t even pretend that she doesn’t find the phasing thing weird. She takes a couple of deep breaths before sweeping the message away. ]

Oui, the afterlife.

[inside_yourmind]

[He seems to be getting used to the dirt sweeping, at least. This time he just sits and watches it all happen.]

...and what...exactly is that?

[etincelledefierte]

[She starts to gesture, something a little frustrated, but stops.]

Please don’t use this against us. Or everyone else. Nana doesn’t deserve to be hurt, and neither does anyone else:

[She leaves that up as she continues, still being a little bit vague:]

Think of it like a mirror of the real world. There are a few quirks, but that’s the gist of it. We have to concentrate really hard to be able to communicate at all.

[inside_yourmind]

[He brings a hand to his chin as she writes, leaning in a bit of a thoughtful way.]

Why would it look like that? Not that any of this makes much sense... [...] Oh - is Spinel present there?

[etincelledefierte]

I wish I knew.

[A beat, then - ]

She’s not here with me right this second, but I can go find her.

[inside_yourmind]

That would be helpful. I would like to ask her a question.