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

[itsfromjapan]

Hello. Are you stable?

[That's a garbage blue ball floating in front of you, Stephen. Unfortunately, the SQUIP gives no shits beyond the fact that Jeremy's safe so it's not ghost tired.]

The others are angry with you, for understandable reasons.

[37773972]

[What the fuck is this]

Who- what are you?

[itsfromjapan]

I'm Jeremy's Super Quantum Unit Intel Processor. [A beat.] Was. Was his SQUIP.

[The SQUIP has learned personhood and it's awful.]

[37773972]

[...

Pokes the ball, the barest flicker of a smile on his face]

Look at you. With your own body.

[itsfromjapan]

I do not enjoy it.

[Like at all. The SQUIP hates this cute form and would like to be a technically formless computer program again.]

Jeremy would like to speak with you. Are you capable of doing it sensibly?

[37773972]

[And Stephen's smile fades.]

...he can come by in a half hour. I'll have...cleaned myself up by then.

[itsfromjapan]

It might be closer to an hour. He's trashed right now, thanks to the stunt with the lights.

[That was almost correct usage of slang!]

[37773972]

[...]

SQUIP...you all were the lights?

[itsfromjapan]

The others decided it would be a way to show we were still around. Your loop restructured the flow of time and they were unable to haunt for the rest of the week.

[It pauses, aware that the others will proooooooobably not want it to say any of this. Too late, motherfuckers!]

I doubt we'd be able to pull such a trick again. You have, as they say, fucked it up for everyone.

[The SQUIP still hasn't learned empathy, unfortunately.]

[37773972]

Then- you all don't remember either? The lights popped, when...

[...aaaand he slumps]

...figures. Go let Jeremy know he can come see me.

[itsfromjapan]

Ah. No, time slipped several times during your trial. I suspect it was the easiest way for our dimension to sync up with yours.

[The SQUIP would shrug, if it could shrug. As it is, it kind of sways from side to side.]

I will inform Jeremy.

[Bye. The SQUIP's gonna leave you alone to get beat up by Sigyn or something, probably.]

[37773972]

[It's cool, he's just...gonna clean himself up. Or see if he can. Wow, this thing being mirrored sure isn't helping his disorientation any!

But by the time Jeremy arrives, he'll be more-or-less composed.]