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

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.

[robitussin]

...Let it be known that I didn't start laughing at this moment, and I totally could have.

[rockthistown]

Natalie-saaaaaaaan... [pout] What else do you think should go on it?

[robitussin]

Just Natalie is fine.

I don't know, abstract has never been my style. I like it when things actually make sense.

[rockthistown]

I thought it meant you were deep and thoughtful and it was true art. Isn't that why that one painting that's just three stripes sold for a bunch of money?

...You can just call me Hime. My full name is too long, anyway.

[robitussin]

No, it just means you're full of shit. It doesn't take any talent to paint three stripes.

I was doing that already.

[rockthistown]

I guess so. Um. I-it's okay, then. [She idly dabs the canvas where she put the blob of paint over the sad face.] You're a really good musician, right? Have you tried haunting the music room or something?

[robitussin]

I'm pretty good, I guess. I could try it.

[rockthistown]

Yeah! Don't ghosts play the violin anyway? Or did I just make that up...

[robitussin]

I'm not really a ghost expert, you know. Also, I don't play the violin.

[rockthistown]

But the piano's still an instrument.

[robitussin]

I am aware that a piano is an instrument, yes.

[rockthistown]

[pouts] Don't make fun of me.

[robitussin]

It's not my fault if you make it really tempting.

[rockthistown]

It kind of still is.

[robitussin]

I'm calling it a 70/30 split.