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

[heavenontheirminds]

What've you been finding out about us?

...they got you from behind or something?

[robitussin]

Not much, I just know we realized there were people in the rooms before us.

[She nods.]

It was, um, I think it was a crew member, but I don't know who.

[heavenontheirminds]

...weird. They never did anything to any of us. 'Course, I'm pretty sure the crew's a lot bigger now.

[robitussin]

Yeah, well, they're assholes. I didn't even do anything, I was just...

[Wait.]

A lot bigger? What do you mean?

[heavenontheirminds]

I mean that half my cast were assholes. The only reason I'm here is because they wanted to keep on playing the Showrunner's game.

Wouldn't be surprised if they stuck around back there.

[robitussin]

So... The crew members are people from the last time they ran this kind of show? Jesus. Uh, no offense.

[A pause.]

And when you said you got killed by the Showrunner... Why?

[heavenontheirminds]

...none taken.

[yes let's take that pause to not talk about jesus hoo boy that's still a sore spot]

The last vote was supposed to be unanimous, and those idiots couldn't get over admirin' the Showrunner long enough to let us all get out. Not even to save all our lives.

[He glances away. Apparently this is also a sore spot]

I gave her what she wanted so she'd let the others go.

[robitussin]

But... Not all of them decided to go?

[heavenontheirminds]

I can't see 'em going after all that. Not after falling that hard for the show.

Burr would've gotten everyone out who wanted - he was lawyerin' like crazy in there. But he never would've risked everyone's necks tryin' to drag out people who didn't want to go.

[robitussin]

Damn... They sound like assholes.

But - you said you're stuck here because they stayed? I don't get it.

[heavenontheirminds]

I'm dead because they wanted to stay. I don't know why I'm here. Seems like if anyone was goin' to hell, I'd be first on the list.

[robitussin]

But if you're here even after your show ended... Does that mean we're all stuck here indefinitely?

[heavenontheirminds]

I don't know. No one else from my group's here. I always figured it was just because...I don't know, a lotta things. Me.

But then you all started showing up.

[robitussin]

Well... That's fucked up. I didn't think this is what it would be like.

[Actually—]

...Can I ask you something?

[heavenontheirminds]

What is it?

[robitussin]

In your cast... Was there anyone who had a pistol?

[heavenontheirminds]

...that's a gun, right?

[this man is from BIBLICAL TIMES NATALIE]

Yeah, that crazy woman Squeaky had a gun she was always wavin' around. Guess Burr had one too, but...

[robitussin]

Yeah. It's a gun.

[A small pause.]

...I got killed by someone named Squeaky. Typical.

[heavenontheirminds]

She was insane. Just like some of those people that used to follow Jesus around.

...no offense if you're part of that whole thing. [Christianity is weird]

[robitussin]

Ohhhh, no. Definitely not me.

...Weren't you one of the people that used to follow him around, though?

[heavenontheirminds]

Yeah, before all the God talk started! We used to be about helping the poor, doing some good, and then...

[He makes a frustrated noise, turning away.]

I don't know. I don't know if even he had it all under control. Guess I'll never really know now.

[robitussin]

Didn't you help people even after that started?

[heavenontheirminds]

Sure, some, but it quit being about that. It was about him, not what he was saying, and...

...you don't understand. A group of people that big, talkin' about how some guy's gonna be King of the Jews? That kind of thing gets Roman attention. And that's a good way to get everyone involved killed. All we needed to do was keep our heads down and cut it out with the whole cult of personality, and maybe -

[.......]

- heh. Whatever, you know how that went.

[robitussin]

Sure, I get that, but in the end, wasn't it...

[You?]

[heavenontheirminds]

[..........he turns on his heel.]

Let's go find the rest of your people. They'll be missing you. What's your name anyway, kid?

[Sorry, you must be at least a Level Five Friend to unlock that particular Tragic Backstory]