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[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.]

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He couldn’t- I couldn’t tell tell him not to whatever I did, because- have. Have we lived this before? Or- seen- is it all just catching up with us now?

Um, I mean. It's. I don't really know how it works, but if. We're in one dimension and they're in another? But we're, like. Seeing through the veil, right? If. If he kept looping through it would. There would be an infinite number of timelines and, uh. That would make our. Our connection to their dimension, um. Unstable.

[That was almost coherent, for Jeremy.]

[ You know? She could understand that. Maybe she's getting better at speaking Jeremy. ]

Okay. O...kay, so... Time's catching up. Does that mean we can do something now?

Possibly? I don't - [He looks over at the SQUIP, who's just been hovering just inside their box, looking down.] Yes? No?

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I can't say I recommend it, but you could try.

I don't like listening to what you recommend, anyway.

[ Riley raises her voice again- ]

Hey! I'm gonna try and let them know we're here. Who's joining me?

What. What are we trying to do?

[ Bold of you to think she’s— ]

I’m still...figuring that out. Apparently just trying a little in here is...hard. So something small, but- but meaningful?

For what? How will it fix things? [Running his fingers through his hair.]

It won't.

But—

We'll give them something to hold on to,
When they think their time is up.
We'll give them just the song they want to,
Hear when they're out of luck.

That's all we can do. But I'm still going to do it.

[...Last week he held her back from doing just this. But this week?]

I'm with you. Let's do it.

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Flying again?

[He looks up at the Phantom's box. Down to the orchestra pit.]

isawallflower - 2020-08-08 20:48 (UTC) - Expand

Maybe. Maybe someone who needs help voting?

Oooh! Me! Me, me, me!

I’m in. For Nana’s sake.

[She’s steadier now, and determined.]

I’m fine with messing with the podiums.

What about the... not-candles. They seem fragile, and it's not like heat can hurt us.

We'll show the Phantom and his master that we're not messing around, the same way he flexed his power on us in the beginning.

...Oh. Oh, I like the sound of that.

[ A nice little...fuck you to the higher ups. ]

[Richard's earlier fury has left him - not because he's not mad, heaven's to betsy no, but because now he's fucking confused.

He sits back down, his elbows akimbo on the arms of the chair, cheek propped on one curled fist, and angrily picking at his cuticles with the other.]

I hate to say it but... God, we could use some help from Xanax right now.