and I know things now, many valuable things

[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. It's your dressing room, that much is certain, but 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, you're not out of the woods yet.]





[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

[solomonjihad]

...Its me, D-ne. Not the other me.

[She's come back to the media room at some point, just to see if she can find more clues.]

I don't know where other me went...I don't feel them in my head anymore.

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

I suppose, that would be a small blessing, wouldn't it? [Her smile seems less artificial than the ones Astarte received before. Not a bit happy, though.] I can't imagine you liked existing with something like that. The antithesis to you as a person- ah-

[And it turns apologetic.]

Which, I am positive you, ah, already know.

[solomonjihad]

...Everyone thought it was me, at first.

[It sucked.]

Then the other me...killed Javert. That's all I know. And knowing that...

[There's no way she'd let them get away with it. The next part is probably easily guessed.]

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

...That is very admirable, Astarte-san.

That Impostor of you was a poor substitute. Thought itself better at solving mysteries than it really was. If you had to die, at least it's gone too, hopefully painfully. [yikes-] Well. You'll do good to know that isn't the end of it. Wherever here is, we are still here. And you all find that comforting, right?

[solomonjihad]

I can't say I know how I died. Just that I died.

The thing that comforts me more, is that everyone else is still alive. I'm sure they'll figure out how to get out and stop the showrunner.

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

A positive outlook, Astarte-san. ...One that I can't say I'd be displeased with, if it comes to pass.

With that out of the way, welcome to the Reverse Opera House. I must say, your slow but charming personality is something I almost missed.