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]

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?

[inside_yourmind]

Poisoning?

[isawallflower]

Or whatever you did that made them sick
Did you have fun watching them suffer?
Did you laugh at them?

[inside_yourmind]

Oh, that. My patron did that.

[As for the rest...he pauses for a second.]

No, I don't believe so.

[isawallflower]

[ ...Wait- ]

Your patron chooses those things?
You didn't?

[inside_yourmind]

The motives? Yes. I believe he wanted to try something different with that one - a threat, rather than a bribe.

[isawallflower]

[ There's a significant pause. ]

Was it like that every time?

[inside_yourmind]

The second one was my idea.

[The wish motive, for the record.]

The concept, at least.

[isawallflower]

[ She stabs the stick into the ground again, and then takes a deep breath. ]

The third one
Was that your idea too?

[inside_yourmind]

No.

[isawallflower]

[ She wants to ask if...it was just a fucked up coincidence. But, she's kneeling in front of the Phantom, tapping at the ground with her stick and trying to compose herself.

After a moment: ]



Is all of this worth it?
Whatever you want to do, is it worth all of their lives?
Maybe some of us deserve this. I know I do.
But do the rest of them?

[inside_yourmind]

[He tilts his head slightly.]

It will not cost their lives. This will simply become another matter to resolve.