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

[37773972]

I barely had any. Nowhere near enough to stop this from happening again. [He seems more frustrated than anything] I should've pressed him more, damn it.

[reassuranceandrevolution]

If you had he could have realized what you were doing and refused to send you back to where you wanted. Which, I will remind you, he probably would have done even if you'd gotten away with it the second time.

[37773972]

[The pained look on Stephen's expression suggests that he hadn't quite processed that second part. That the wizard would outright refuse- making everything for nothing. He swallows, then, looking down and grimacing]

God damn it. God damn it! [Don't mind him while he punches his headstone, it's fine]

[reassuranceandrevolution]

[Sigyn doesn't stop him, it's not like they can permanently hurt themselves here.

She'll wait until he's wound down a little, however long that takes.]