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]

...I'm sure they'll do the right thing. Everyone alive is smart. I'm certain they won't fall for it, whatever the showrunner tries to do.

[robitussin]

Yeah, except - it's literally impossible for them to make the right choice, since the right choice in this case has never been an option for them to vote for.

[solomonjihad]

I guess we'll find out soon enough.

[Then they can all haunt the ever-loving hell out of the showrunner if they all end up in this place, too.]

Ah...do you want me to show you how to 'haunt' something, in the meantime?

[robitussin]

...I guess so. Can we talk to them? I mean, I know we obviously can't see them, but...

[solomonjihad]

Not directly. But, we can manipulate objects. You have to concentrate while you move something.

[To demonstrate how she does it, she goes and gets a chair in the lobby, and starts dragging it across to the hallway. Her look of concentration is such that she is dragging this as hard as she can in her brain.]

Like that. That's...that's a simple exercise.

[robitussin]

And then they'll be able to see it? If that's the case, can't we leave them messages somehow?