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

[rockthistown]

[After the success of the mural, Hime can be found in the art studio again. She's making more abstract paintings, apparently.]

Look at this one! It's supposed to symbolize all of us! Even if the living don't see this, I'm still going to put it on the wall.

[Good luck with that.

Later, she'll be in the chapel, sitting not in the pews but on the steps near the altar. She looks up at the ceiling and sighs.]

I feel light, even in my darkest hour,
That's probably why they act as
If I'm not grounded by a heavy heart
And by the deeds we have done.

Maybe I really am too young.
Will darkness complete me?
But I still don't think that's the case
As I feel the rain of silent pain
That burns endlessly.

Opera House, prison of all who live here,
The stage of this show we have departed,
As long as we're kept from our eternal sleep,
I'll smile and spread hope inside.

So let the light show me the way,
The darkness already here,
Though they think that it's gone away
As I gift my friends who've met their ends
Hope for everything

I feel light, even in my darkest hour
I feel light...

art studio

[robitussin]

[Squints at the painting.]

...That's supposed to be us?

[rockthistown]

It's abstract art. It's symbolic.

[robitussin]

But it looks like there are actual people in there?

[rockthistown]

Right, but they're stick people! In a blob of colours.

[robitussin]

...I don't get it.

[rockthistown]

They each mean something. Like the green one over there means we feel alive because we're here. The sad-face one means we're sad because we're dead.

[robitussin]

...Maybe take the sad one out? We don't want to depress them, jesus.

[rockthistown]

Aww. Okay...

[She drops a big blob of pink paint over the sad face.]

I wonder if they'll see these.

[robitussin]

Why wouldn't they?

[rockthistown]

I don't know. I'm not good at the haunting thing. I tried going around with a bedsheet and just ran into walls.

art studio

[solomonjihad]

...

Is that me?

[Who is she pointing to? Who knows?]

[rockthistown]

It's more like an abstract thing. That one with the sad face means we're sad because we're dead! The happy face one means we're together! The little one in the corner... I think that one just says "Hook-san is still old and weird, help."

[solomonjihad]

Oh. What does that one split in half mean?

[rockthistown]

Um... [Hime shuffles her feet.] I. Wanted to leave it up to interpretation?

[She forgot to draw the torso.]

chapel

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[It feels like she's intruding on this place. D-ne's never entered the chapel, not once, because it is not hers. She is not a being who is allowed there. But...

Still, Hime's voice gives her pause at the door. She listens until the end, and then claps softly. It echoes.]

[rockthistown]

Gyah!

[Hime jolts up and flails. She notices D-ne and deflates.]

Sorry... Do you want to come in?

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[She giggles, lightly.]

I think...this is the sort of place I shouldn't be? [Smile.] Your song's sweet.

[rockthistown]

Huh? Why not?

[Still, Hime gets up and walks toward the door.]

I don't think God would get mad at you if you came in. I think he's learned his lesson about burning his bridges when something goes wrong.

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

Considering that my murder attempt began when Valjean-san was praying, it's likely not the best place for me either way, Hime-san.

[rockthistown]

[Hime looks dejected at that. She looks back, gives a small bow to the altar, and steps out of the room to see D-ne.]

Are you doing anything?

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[aw don't leave on her account hime!! a little sigh]

Besides this? No, not right now. I just heard your enlightening melody, that's all.

[rockthistown]

I guess I'm just worried. You always told me I trusted too much, and maybe... even if you were right, I don't want to change that. I don't think it would do any good to.

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

After all this, still...? [After a moment, she smiles.] If that works for you, then I won't persuade you to stop, Hime-san. Your words even came in handy, I think.

[rockthistown]

Do you really think so?