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It's Curtains Mods ([personal profile] stagemanagers) wrote in [community profile] curtainsdown2016-10-26 10:43 am
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and I know things now, many valuable things

[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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[personal profile] bestof 2016-11-22 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
[Eliza isn't keen on letting go anytime soon. She couldn't care less about her wet sleeve and just holds Natalie as tightly as she can for as long as she'll allow. She presses her face into the top of her head and strokes her hair, keeping her voice low and soft.]

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay
It's okay, it's okay
I'm here
I'm here
I'm here


[She's missed you, Natalie.]
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[personal profile] robitussin 2016-11-22 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
It's not, i-it's not...

[She wants to take comfort in her presence, and she does to some extent, but the reason they're both here... She can't say this is okay, not when everything is too real and near. The pain from the bullet, the numbness, the cold—

Stop thinking about it, stop thinking about it.]


I-I want to go home...