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

regrettably, i must request the beetle juice man

[recessives]

[ Okay, so... there's a lot going on here, but Shilo does eventually settle in! She spends some time in the roller rink, trying to... learn how to roller skate? It's going... Well, Friends, It's Going. At least the bumps and bruises heal quickly! ]

People make this look so easy...

[ Later on, she's in the movie room, looking through the movies. ]

Does this even work on this side?

[ And much later, in the movie room, she holds a letter that was left at her grave and... ]

I guess I just... Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice?

[beejfq]

Shiiiiilooooo!

[No sooner have the words left her her lips when his voice comes from behind her, laid out on top of three different seats.] Sup, kiddo?

[recessives]

[ She jumps a little, but! Really, she's not sure why she wasn't expecting that. ]

I have a... weird question, and you're the only person who I think could answer.

[beejfq]

Hit me. I'm an open book, ready to be tossed into a fireplace.

[...there's probably a story behind that sentence. But that's a later problem.]

[recessives]

[ Hm. ]

When we met, you knew a bunch of stuff about me. And... she didn't say why in this letter, but Christine said she knew stuff about me, too.

[ It's... oh, it's a question she doesn't want to ask, she wouldn't even really be considering it if everything weren't already happening so much here, but. ]

Am I... fictional, in other worlds?

[beejfq]

[A h.]

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeell...nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnoooooooooyeah. But! Good news! It's not just you! [:D]

[recessives]

I guess that makes the whole Devil's Carnival thing make more sense...

[ Wait. ]

It's not?

[beejfq]

Yeah! I am too! Like three times over!

[recessives]

How does that... work? I don't feel fictional.

[beejfq]

You wouldn't. Not unless you get to look behind the curtain. Doesn't mean you're not still you though. You're still Shilo with the crazy dad, dead mom and hot badass...gooooodmom?

[recessives]

[ She nods. ]

I would have had to get used to it anyway, after what happened at the Genetic Opera.

[ But. Right, Mag. ]

I... guess she was, yeah. Before whatever all happened to her.