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

[irreprochable]

Someone managed it. The other day, in the bar.

[breakingbread]

[.........oh. Valjean somehow does not seem at all surprised, just like he's made a realization]

The bar? What did you see?

[irreprochable]

There were footsteps, and then cold. My glass was knocked over.

[and he took that secret to his grave sucks to your asmar rest of the cast]

[breakingbread]

Ah. That...may have been Mr. Iscariot and myself.

[btw surprise Judas Iscariot is here]

[irreprochable]

I thought it was you. How...?

[breakingbread]

He's been teaching us how to try and make contact with the living. It's hard to tell from here if any of it has worked...I hope we didn't startle you.

[irreprochable]

A little, I admit.

[but it was...not comforting, but not bad either.]

[breakingbread]

[He's actually a little surprised you admitted that.]

My apologies, then. We had just met Monsieur Iscariot at the time - he's been trying to teach us how to make contact with the living.