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 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]

[robitussin]

[She follows along for a few moments before stalling.]

Um, it's Natalie, but - maybe we can wait on that a few minutes? I mean, I can get the whole missing me thing, but I'm pretty sure none of them want to see me here.

[Also—]

I'm not a kid.

[heavenontheirminds]

[Fine, okay, he stops again.]

Sure. What's with your group all being so young? Most of you are still older than Oliver, but god.

[robitussin]

I don't know, you'll have to ask the assholes who brought us here.

...What were they like? Your cast.

[heavenontheirminds]

Crazy people. For the most part.

...some of 'em were okay. Of course, half of them died before I did, but I had a few friends back there. [He grins, a not at all pleasant expression.] Not too easy with a name like mine.

[robitussin]

And none of them are here? That... sucks. I'm sorry.

[heavenontheirminds]

Never expected any of them to go to the same place as me.

...not that I'd expect most of you people to, either. Maybe the old man.

[robitussin]

Well, yeah, but I'm going to take a wild guess and say this isn't the place you expected to end up, either.

...Wait, which old man? Valjean seemed really cool.

[heavenontheirminds]

Him? God, no. The senile captain, the one that killed that little girl and Eliza.

[things have been happening with hook here]

[robitussin]

Senile... Oh, right, the weird bullshit that went down during the execution! He's here?

[heavenontheirminds]

Just wanders around makin' noises for the most part. Valjean's been lookin' after him.

[because literally nobody else will]

What went down during his execution?

[robitussin]

He wasn't old, and then he got really old really fast. It was fucked up, man.

[heavenontheirminds]

...yeah, that's fucked up. Can't say he didn't probably deserve it, from what I've heard.

[robitussin]

Nah, my concern is more that nobody here deserved to see it. Yikes.

[heavenontheirminds]

Fair enough. Showrunner never did anything like that to any of us...she did crush a guy, though.