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

[beejfq]

Whoo, handle it, Phisty!

[mcfife]

Please stop this.

[beejfq]

Absolutely not.

[Have you seen Mephisto?]

[mcfife]

Go find your own boyfriend.

[beejfq]

Oh believe me, I've tried. I met this guy named Sam once but he was so hung up on his ex and then he had the nerve to move on once he got emotional closure! What a dick.

[mcfife]

Perhaps he was repulsed by your behavior.

[beejfq]

It's like he didn't even know I existed.

[ba dum tish]

[isawallflower]

Do not—

[ that's her dad please ]

[isawallflower]

[ no actually there's a real thing to talk about. ]

Diiid you know this? Did you know it was him? That guy? [ that motherfucker- ]

[beejfq]

I knew it wasn't the Phantom. That's where I started thinking there was another Narrator involved.

[isawallflower]

Don't suppose you have any ideas, theories?

[beejfq]

Uhhhhhhhhh......nope, not really. Even if I did I literally wouldn't be able to tell you guys.

[isawallflower]

[ O...kay, that's- ]

What? Why?

[beejfq]

Because I can't. Watch-

[He clears his throat and speaks up loudly.]

I think the- [Before he can even finish his sentence a heavy metal plate appears across his mouth, silencing him. He looks at Riley across the boxes and gestures to it.]

[isawallflower]

[ Oh! Well! ]

What the...? Is- is this a Narrator thing?

[beejfq]

[He half-shrugs, half-nods, raising his hand to tip it back and forth in a so-so motion.]

[isawallflower]

[ Riley groans. ]

I hate this. We have one source of actual information and it's you, and even if you want to tell us something, you literally can't.

[ The deck is stacked against them in so many ways. Face scrunched up in consternation, Riley turns away from the trial, walking in a small, small circle. ]

Has anyone tried- I don't know, haunting or...or whatever it is we do, today? To see if it's working again?

[etincelledefierte]

...it’s worth a shot. I hadn’t thought to try it, but if we focus hard enough...

[reassuranceandrevolution]

We could try. We know it's hard here, but not totally impossible.

[isawallflower]

To do- just something. To... Oh, to let them know we didn't do anything- [ A pause, as Riley looks around at the rest of them. ] No one did anything. Right?

[reassuranceandrevolution]

[Shakes her head]

No. I've been trying all week, but all I can do is see them.

[isawallflower]

...Me too.

[ All she wanted to do was get something, one word across-- ]

S-so we...concentrate on something, on- maybe trying to make those lights brighten. [ she's talking about the ghost lights, fittingly ]

[etincelledefierte]

Do not even start with that.

[If looks could kill...]