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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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Time wizardry and memory magic, of course. [He nods to himself as if this is incredibly obvious.] A dangerous foe, indeed. But now we know that you can meet him.

Grab a trombone. We have to plan an attack.

No. 'We' can't do anything - we're dead. I made sure to ask that.

[He looks back up towards the ceiling]

It's up to them, now. Since I can't break it from the beginning.

[Well now you have to ruin his one moment of happiness. Angus' lack of thinking bites him again, and he hits the wall with a fist.]

Good-for-nothing...Why are we still helpless?

Power.

Of course.

What else would an evil wizard want? [He just. Wants to break something so badly. Use that rage.

Angus turns away and storms to his room.]

[And returns with the Hammer of Glory, storming around to find something to smash. Maybe. Maybe.

He heads outside to see if he can at least tear down the garden walls.]

[Stephen'll join him later, funnily enough. When he finally leaves his room, outside is the first place he goes, looking up at the sky and seeing if it's fucked up, too]

[It's a familiar sight from the second week - Angus throwing his hammer at the walls of their prison to no avail. This time, he'll be strong. This time, he won't fail.

This time, he can't let another force trap him into a grim fate.]

[For a few minutes - after studying the sky - he just watches the man. Eventually, though, he clears his throat]

...Angus. You got a few minutes?

[Angus swings his hammer to the side and lets it drop with a audible thud. He glares at the wall.]

What is it?

I have some questions about this place and I don't want to ask Sigyn.

[Boy, his eyes are red. We're not going to talk about how much he's broken down today, but at least he's pretty sure he won't do it with this guy]

[A sigh.]

There isn't much I understand about this realm, but you may ask.

[He leans on the handle of the hammer.]

You're still probably the best source for what I need to know. Other than...that other guy. [He makes a face, rubbing his cheek] Putting aside everything being backwards, is this pretty much the same place as the Opera House?

That's right. It's based on our memories, so we can't exactly take charge in exploration. [He hates this lack of routes to finally defeating the Wizard.] But messed up, of course.

That answers one question. [He takes a few steps forwards, making to touch a wall] The Wizard confirmed we're dead, instead of...some VR. I thought, maybe, he was collecting souls for something, but...

[He shakes his head, curling his fingers]

...how do we reach out to the others? I need to make sure they got my notes.

We can focus to see them. But not now, destroying those lamps took too much energy. [Shakes his head.] But before Tuesday, we could also focus to move things around like dirt.

...the SQUIP said I fucked it up for everyone. [Hnh.] Guess I'll add that to my list.

Our...memories don't allow us to go any further, do they?

No.

[This is pretty much the main reason he hates you, Stephen.]

Did the Phantom reveal anything new to you?

[...]

That the Wizard was upset. That he'd never seen him like that before. Who knows?...maybe the guy does have a conscience after all, twisted as it is. Maybe they can use that, or...

[...he trails off, something occurring to him- and then he turns on his heel and heads back to the Opera House]

What? What is it?

[Angus follows him, Hammer in hand.]

Memories. I remember winning. Maybe- maybe there's something we can do with that. It all happened in the trial room, we didn't go anywhere, but...

[It's the only thought he has right now, and god damn it, let him do something right today!]