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]

[ well she's tried all manner of violent communication idk what else works


Okay. No. Fine. Riley's going to take a moment, breathe, and try tracing something out in the dirt, like Claudine: ]

GO AWAY

[ nailed it? ]

[inside_yourmind]

[It takes him a moment to notice that there's a second message thread happening now, but he does take note!]

Ah - no.

[isawallflower]

[ Claudine certainly is having a more productive conversation. ]

Why are you here?

[inside_yourmind]

I am curious about this...phenomenon.

[isawallflower]

Trying to get rid of us?

[inside_yourmind]

[He just...sort of shrugs.]

I don't even know what it is. Even if I were concerned, I hardly see how I would go about affecting something I do not understand.

[isawallflower]

Isn't this supposed to be your opera house?
Weren't you supposed to be a ghost?
Or was that something else only in the story?

[inside_yourmind]

I am obviously not literally a ghost. Ghosts don't exist. It has only ever been figurative language.

[isawallflower]

Surprise, we do

[ Riley’s...not very keen on answering his questions. In fact— ]

What the hell are you then?
How did you not die?

[inside_yourmind]

Something is clearly happening here. But I do not believe it is what people traditionally mean by "ghosts". Some sort of lingering effect of the power used to bring everyone here, perhaps...

[isawallflower]

[ Out loud, with a groan: ] Yay! Just as cryptically unhelpful!

[ ...She wipes this message out with her foot particularly harshly, and then writes: ]

You wanted to know what was going on and that’s our answer
If you’re not going to listen to what we tell you or answer a single question, why are you even here?
We’re dead
What more do you want?

[inside_yourmind]

I am listening to what you have to say. I simply do not take it as absolute fact. If that bothers you, you do not have to be here.

[isawallflower]

We DO have to be here
In case you forgot, you kidnapped us and now we're trapped here
And this is the best place to communicate with our friends

Why don't you already know anyway?
Can't you ask your patron if you don't understand something?

[inside_yourmind]

Your friends are not present here right now. You could go to the garden, perhaps.

[Also, sure, he kidnapped the cast, but also ghosts aren't real so...what? He kidnapped this weird freaky temporal phenomenon?]

I have asked him. But he was unable to explain to my satisfaction.

[isawallflower]

[ Riley stabs the ground with her stick, repeatedly. It seems productive!!! ]

I wish you'd died when I stabbed you

[inside_yourmind]

Oh, Riley. Yes, that was quite clear when you stabbed me.

[isawallflower]

Why didn't you

[inside_yourmind]

I'm not going to tell you. So there's little point arguing about it...

[but he can feel one a-comin]

[isawallflower]

Fuck you

[ Riley almost turns away and just. Leaves. But. ]

We're ghosts
That's it
If you want anything else, tell me something I want to know

[inside_yourmind]

That's exactly what my patron said, more or less. That you were ghosts, not the obscenities.

[isawallflower]

[ She does not wipe away the f-bomb! She underlines it. ]

And for some reason this isn't enough for you?
Magic and interdimensional travel and bringing back the dead is fine, but ghosts is too much?

[inside_yourmind]

[He doesn't seem that bothered by the fuck, really, he's just observing that it's there.]

Yes. I understand the rest of that to my satisfaction. This was unexpected.

[isawallflower]

Thought I'd be going to hell, so same
Why do you even care?
You aren't concerned, you said so yourself

[inside_yourmind]

I would imagine most people would be intrigued by unexplained phenomena such as this.

[HEY GHOSTS IT'S ME YA BOY]

[isawallflower]

That's all it is?
Just a passing interest between poisoning our friends and killing us?