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stagemanagers) wrote in
curtainsdown2020-07-11 07:39 pm
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now let's skip the tears and start on the whole-
[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.]
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.]
[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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She weighed the choices over and over in her mind. And for once, a little hurting to help...maybe seems like a good idea.
She inches closer, leaning her head against his shoulder. A little, small nod. ]
You...were trying to...save us, but- [ He threw them away. She can't say it. But, it's what he told her, and it's true, even now.
And yet, she stays right there. The closer hand reaches up and rests itself on his arm. ] ...We sh-should've. Trusted them.
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He pulls away from her touch, getting to his feet and- not leaving, just. Going over to the dresser and putting his hands on it, shuddering as he tries to regain control of himself]
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And a small whimper escapes her, as she lifts her head and watches and...no. No, he's just... Shame floods her. This isn't about her right now. She stays sitting there, waiting. ]
...Sorry. I'm sorry.
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H-hey— [ Scrambling towards him. ] Don't- careful, it still- it still hurts.
cw; tentatively warning for self-harm mood?
[Like Mephisto said. But a moment later he seems to re-realize where he is, who he's talking to, and he looks stricken]
Riley, I- I'm sorry. I need a minute.
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...It's okay. [ How can she say that? But- ] It's- ...I understand. I- ...I know.
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betray
someone you
love.
She's probably the only person who understands. What it's like to deliberately go through this, hating every moment of it, but thinking, if only for a moment, that you can fix things.
Stephen doesn't collapse or fall, but he sort of...slumps against the vanity, head down. There's a shaky little nod of acknowledgement - acceptance? - of her words, but for the moment, he's just trying to focus on his breathing.]
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I...did I ever tell you about Cairo? I...know I- in my letter. She- ...we were best friends... She was the only person who-
[ ...This hurts. This. Really hurts. And she can't- put it to words, she-
Ah. Like clockwork, there's a beat.
Okay. Riley gives herself over to it. ]
She was-
she was-
Everything I'm not, my whole universe.
And I was a footnote, a slim second verse.
But she was the chorus, the hook and the groove,
And without her there pushing, somehow I can't... move.
[ Abruptly, she turns away, breath quickening. She's- furious, but not at Stephen. He should be familiar with that, shouldn't he? She places a hand against the large mirror on the wall, to right herself. ]
So I sit in this place that I'm stuck inside,
Sinking down in this void like a crater!
Getting lost in a world that I can't rewind-
It's too late and it's just getting later!
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Not touching her shoulders this time, just...support in presence. But...voice does come, before too long;]
We were mad to reach
Mad to try
[And he looks up from her, to the mirror, imagining, just for a moment, it's someone else he's standing behind]
They're still alive
The space we left
We left them there
Still we reach...
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[ She sucks in a breath and...gives him a look. It's haunted. She's been haunted for weeks and weeks, by her own actions. Pain, and shame, and hatred, and regret. ]
And time expands,
The beat goes on,
We were mad, mad-
And now we're...
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He was...
[Stephen hasn't had...quite as much time to get used to this as Riley has. But the haunted look in his own face- he's spent the last few days holding back the trauma of watching the others die. Die, knowing he was at fault. The fact he erased it doesn't change it in his memories, nor, apparently, enough of anything to have prevented him from trying again.
His face is a mirror of hers.]
Over and over
His words to me echo
Over and over
As if I did not know...
[I hope that you burn. Oh, Mephisto, he already knows he will. If he ever gets out of this purgatory, he knows exactly where he's going, and if he doesn't? He's tried to force it, because it's only what he deserves.]
There's a black hole
A vacuum, it's deep in this place
It swallows what matters
And it leaves no trace
Where hope is suspended
In physics and time
Every word we say
Hangs like an unfinished...rhyme.
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So we stay in the vacuum we're stuck inside,
And I sift through each day for an ember!
For a spark that will light,
'Cause I can't rewind.
I unravel until I remember...!
[ For a moment. For a moment, she can look at her own reflection and imagine...a different place. Two much younger girls. Cairo braiding her hair, chatting away about something and Riley just...serene.
Why couldn't she be satisfied, just with that? ]
Sitting on your bed,
'Fore I went too far.
[ The fist uncurls, and she reaches for the girls that aren't there. ]
When I was your orbit,
And you were my star.
[ She blinks. The moment's gone. ]
But now here's the black hole,
And I am left numb...
[ And. She keeps singing, but her eyes focus on Stephen, and she's almost confused, to still be here. ]
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Purging, almost. This- this is how it feels like it's supposed to be. There's pain, but it's the sort he's brought upon himself. Themselves. And voicing it somehow...
It doesn't lessen the pain. But it makes it more bearable, somehow.]
From the loop of these memories
[He couldn't have done another loop, he realizes. He'd have shattered. Maybe he was already broken, but watching them die again, watching their faces...]
The loop of the...
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Even if Claudine, Spinel, everyone she left behind- even if they forgive her, it can't erase what she did.
If she'd let herself be satisfied with...one person. The most important person. Would it have kept her from tearing all of them apart in her madness? ]
The loop of the...
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[And...he kneels down, now. Much as he had with Christine, bringing himself closer to her level- even lower than it. So that he's looking up at her, just a bit, when the spell breaks and he speaks;]
I'm sorry, Riley. For...everything.
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I don't...have any right to be mad at you.
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[So softly. More to grab her attention than anything]
You confessed. The first time- the only time before- I didn't. I let them die.
[And oh, that is raw pain in his voice, as much as he tries to keep it steady]
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I c-c-couldn't- [ It shakes her, clearly. ] ...I couldn't...remember it? But I knew I- I already made a mistake...like that, before.
[ And her eyes drop. Away, to the side, somewhere she doesn't have to look at another person, telling her- ]
I couldn't...do it again.
[ As if feeling out his admission, she murmurs: ] They're all I have...left.
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Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got til its gone
I shunned paradise-
All for a desperate shot.
[He gets up, then, and starts to move away]
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Stay. Stay? ...They're my family. But you are too.
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Stephen swallows, and looks back]
...even after everything, Riley?
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...I told you. I would've done it too. [ ... ] I...am mad. That you didn't stay with them. B-but- but I'm so- s-so glad to s-s-see--!
[ That's it. She cracks, straight in two, tears flowing freely now, as she grabs for him. ]
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cw: parental neglect mentions
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cw: riley's mental state, self-loathing
you know what let's just continue that CW for the entire thread, shall we?
generally a good idea!!
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cw: ableist language
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cw; suicidal ideation - ish
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cw: choking, death mention
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cw; continued 'fuck living', just assume it happens more-or-less the rest of the thread
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