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

[superbeliever]

[Richard isn't really focusing on his footwork, and so he ends up kicking over an urn. It rings out with a loud clatter, as ceramic-against-stone tends to do.]

Oh crap- no one saw that, it's fine.

[He sheathes his sword and bends down to pick the urn up.]

[inside_yourmind]

[The Phantom startles and turns to look at the urn.]

Oh, those. I really do not see why those are here. [it's not like there's ashes in them or anything?]

[superbeliever]

[Richard stops when he sees the Phantom looking (technically) right at him.

Then he remembers stamping down the ground in front of Christine to make her smile, and an idea occurs to him.]

So you are mortal after all, aren't you?

[He says, as he finds a stick and scrapes into the dirt:]

Out for a stroll?

[inside_yourmind]

No. I do not make a habit of wandering the grounds.

[superbeliever]

Then you've seen the others coming out here.

[inside_yourmind]

Yes. I have told them all several times that I can see their activities, but they remain very unsubtle. That meeting last week was right out in the middle of everything.

[superbeliever]

[...Was it just him, or did the Phantom sound almost irritated by that?

Couldn't be. Who would be irritated that someone was giving them information.]

Is there anywhere you can't see them?

[inside_yourmind]

I do not spy on people in the bathroom. That would just be distasteful. [oh yay, a line...?] I would have told any of them that, had they asked.

[superbeliever]

...Oh, that never occurred to me.

I'm glad you have some decency.
You could have told them without them asking.

[inside_yourmind]

They did not seem concerned about it.

[superbeliever]

Anything else we didn't seem particularly concerned about?

[I mean if he's going to volunteer information...]

[inside_yourmind]

Oh, very many things.

[is it roast time]

[superbeliever]

Hit me.

[There's two ways this could go, and either one might contain more information about the Phantom's loyalties, than it does helpful information. Either the Phantom says "no," because he's loyal to or afraid of his master, or it gives him an opening to pass on information that might possibly be helpful under the guise of venting.]

[inside_yourmind]

Survival seems the primary one. You all insist on voting incorrectly, or refusing to vote, when that will obviously end poorly.

[nah this is just a roast]

[superbeliever]

Sometimes it's the responsibility of the few to protect the integrity of the many.

["I do it, so you don't have to" -many kings and politicians throughout history, justifying why their office should still exist.
...And also some dick on YouTube, but we don't talk about him.]

There's always enough of them willing to cast votes for the others. It hasn't failed them yet.

[inside_yourmind]

An interesting perspective.

[superbeliever]

Do you think so? It makes sense to me.

[There's a short pause, and then he erases his last line with his boot and writes:]

I have a question that's been on my nerves lately. How do you make the actors playing us during your 'poetic' executions look so much like us?

[inside_yourmind]

The magic of the theatre.

[superbeliever]

Well. Hm. Suppose I can't argue with that.

All right.

Have you gotten what you came out here for?

[inside_yourmind]

I believe I have, thank you. At least, as much as I expected I might - there are still many unanswered questions.