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[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.]

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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.

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

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.

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.

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

[things have been happening with hook here]

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

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?

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

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

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

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

Gross. Who did she crush?

This guy called Jafar. Stuffed him right in this little...lamp thing. The guy had it coming, but god.

A lamp? What the hell, what did he do?

Strangled an ogre.

...Okay, question time on this one is over.

So. Anything else I should know?

...I think your people might be better off. If you all never met her...she hasn't had time to get her claws into anybody.

What was she like? I am, apart from completely awful.

[a short pause]

From what you've told me about your round, mine will also be better off because most of them aren't huge assholes.

She...always seemed like she was enjoyin' herself. Like she was in control. She was, sure, but it never seemed like anything caught her off-guard. Not like she could've known everything before it happened, right?

...only time I ever saw her look irritated was when Mag cheated her outta an execution.

She sounds like a huge bitch. Excuse my language, but actually, don't.

...Who was Mag? What did they do?

Nah, she's a bitch.

Mag was an opera singer. She was from some kinda crazy future - her eyes were machines, they could make little pictures out of light. I liked her. Most everyone did. [.....] She and Mark were in love, and the Music Meister loved her. So he killed Mark. She found them, and killed him. Then, at the trial...she confessed to it and killed herself, so the Showrunner couldn't.

Ours is a pretty decent guy... Why do you think they picked a new host if the old one was doing pretty good at being an asshole, which is kind of their job?

[she frowns]

...That's fucked up. I'm sorry.

See, that's what I don't get. A woman like her, letting someone else take charge? [He shakes his head.] I'm sure she's still back there somewhere pullin' the strings, but even just lettin' this other guy do the day-to-day stuff...I never would've thought it.

Maybe she thought it would be more entertaining for the audience if the host was having a huge moral quandary about this whole thing?

Was he?

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