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

[reassuranceandrevolution]

What doesn't matter? [She considers one of the fabrics, not turning back to look at him]

[mcfife]

[He punches the mannequin in the shoulder.] Many things. [Another single punch.] We're dead. We can't go back to our old lives.

[reassuranceandrevolution]

But we're not gone.

[She plucks a different fabric - a durable black denim - from the wall and takes it over to the large cutting table]

Death's only really a tragedy when you think there's nothing after it.

[Not that she has much to loose by dying here. Turns out she's dead back home too]

[mcfife]

[Angus would be dead anyway considering he had another person to point out that he was stabbed. Shame that he's dead regardless of his choice to accept or destroy the corruption.]

You got an idea of what we can do?

[He jabs at the mannequin's face a few times.]

[reassuranceandrevolution]

Well, haunting the Phantom was my main idea, but I think we figured out last night something is protecting him from that.

[She rolls out and cuts off about a yard of fabric]

I wish we could get to more places in the Opera House. It seems like we can only get to areas we remember.

[mcfife]

It's all memories. Nothing new that we can create.

[A strong kick to the gut.]

We depend on the living and newly dead to do anything.

[reassuranceandrevolution]

In that case we support them where we can.

[She wishes there was something else they could do, something active, but it seems like it might be up to their living friends]

And hope that no more of them wind up here.

[mcfife]

[He knocks the mannequin to the ground.]

I hate being this helpless. [He kicks it on the side, just as he did weeks ago.]

[reassuranceandrevolution]

So do I.

[For a second it's almost like the old Angus is back.]

Just sitting here, waiting for that damn door to open so we can figure out which of our friends killed another of our friends this time. Nothing to do but watch as they fall apart...

[mcfife]

It's some entertainment. [To the Phantom, yes. A little for Angus. The truly Evil revel in others' anguish.] And now The Phantom knows that we dead are here without much ability to affect things. He may be laughing at us after Sunday's talk.

[reassuranceandrevolution]

[The 'entertainment' comment sets her teeth on edge. She focuses on the fabric, pinning a small pattern to the sheet carefully]

There is a certain advantage to it. He didn't know we were here in the first place, which means either he and his partner don't know everything about this place, or they don't work together as well as the Phantom puts on.

[mcfife]

If this were based on his opera house and not the real one. It definitely is. No planet loops around on itself then it would make sense they do not know how the dead work. It may be the property of warped spacetime.

[reassuranceandrevolution]

Would be nice if we could use it to our advantage. Suppose if we can figure out how to haunt again we can go back to the old plan of annoying him to death.

[mcfife]

That's not good enough. People with the will to do this won't give up because of a few annoying peasants.

[reassuranceandrevolution]

Oh? So you're one of us lowly peasants now?

[mcfife]

I am no peasant! [He swishes his cape around dramatically.] I am a prince, one that refuses to die without a legacy, like a start so small it only becomes gaseous dust!

...And it was a metaphor. What do peasants mean to an evil ruler?

[reassuranceandrevolution]

[SSigyn raises an eyebrow. The display was surly meant to be intimidating, and perhaps to others it would have been. Right now it just makes her sad]

Legacy. What is a legacy?
It's planting seeds in a garden you never get to see.

[mcfife]

[Being remembered. That's what it is.]

To become a new star, a black hole, a constant fixture in the sky when your life is over. That was my destiny from birth

I wrote some notes at the beginning of a song someone will sing for me
Dundee, you great unfinished symphony, you sent for me

[reassuranceandrevolution]

Being remembered means nothing if you did nothing useful.

I believed I could make a difference
Make Midgard a place where orphans and immigrants
Could leave their fingerprints and rise up

[mcfife]

I could have done something more than defeat a wizard a disappear if I returned home!

I'm running out of time, I'm running, and my time's up
Wise up, eyes up
I catch a glimpse of the other side
Proletius leads a knights' chorus on the other side
My dad is on the other side
He's with my mother on the other side

[reassuranceandrevolution]

Well at lease your villain is dead!

[If she couldn't save Midgard, she'll risk her eternity to help her friends]

We are watching them from the other side

We'll teach them how to say goodbye and

Rise up, rise up, rise up

[mcfife]

Arise...-

[Angus catches himself and locks his throat from singing anymore of the anthem that lead a resistance army what seems to be years ago. His hand jerks away from Sigyn, behind his back, and he takes a step away from her without breaking eye contact.]

What are you doing?

[reassuranceandrevolution]

Right now? Cutting out a pocket and having a nice discussion about legacies.

[She stares right back.]

[mcfife]

No, this- [He gestures at the dead mannequin on the floor.] You're trying to do something to me.

[reassuranceandrevolution]

Honestly, Angus, I have no idea what I'm doing. But if it's starting to make you feel like your old self, I'll take it.