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]

Thaaaat's pretty much it! Just. Haunting and thinking about...things!

[ Regrets. But, like, that's kind of Riley-exclusive, or. At least murderer-exclusive? ]

[recessives]

Do we pass through everything? Except each other, I mean.

[isawallflower]

No? No, we can still...touch things. Eat if we want. Just...not on that side, without like...ghostly intent.

[recessives]

Right. [ Huh. ] So... stupid question, but it's been a big day: are we eating the ghost of the food on the other side?

[isawallflower]

What, no, we're n--

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


Oh my God, are we?

[recessives]

[ shrug??? ]

I guess it doesn't matter, but... [ ????? ]

[isawallflower]

Doesn't it???

[ Congratulations This Is Stupid ]

[recessives]

I mean... I guess?

[ she has thought about this for more than a few seconds, and she hates it. ]

We don't exactly have anyone to explain-

[ ... ]

Hm.

[isawallflower]

[ Their minds go to the same place. ]

Oh.

...Yeah. Yeah, there's that guy.

[recessives]

I get the feeling he would just make fun of us if we asked.

[isawallflower]

He, uh. ...I mean. ...Sometimes he's straightforward?

[recessives]

That's... better than he could be?

[ He Could Be Any Of The Other Adults Shilo Knows ]

[isawallflower]

Yeah! Yeah, it's...better.

[ At Least He's Not Nathan Wallace ]