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

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[If what Judas said was true, soon will be their "finale." Whatever happens, it will soon be over.

Despite what she's told Natalie, or Hime, D-ne doesn't hold any foolishly preconceived notion that even a "victory" involving achieving story-melding powers will lead anywhere good for her. Maybe the others, yes. The ones with lives to go back to that are less...narrative than her own. Ah, a narrator... How she wishes she could have with this knowledge talked to the Balladeer. She wonders if he's keeping a semblance of order, at least.

If this is to be her last few days of this larger limbo (would even death free her, would it be freeing if she could be without--?) then she will make the most of it. She will play the piano in the music room, usually looping back around to her ever-familiar melody.

She tries her hand at some creativity in the art studio! ...Yeah that won't last long honestly, she is a horrible artist, if that little gift they left for the living isn't enough of an indicator. Anything she draws or paints (more cats?) is quickly going to be crumpled up. ...Or thrown in the kiln, she'll see if it can burn.

And...she'll be seated in the costume shop, going through...a box of ribbons. Like weeks ago. Before her...all colors of the rainbow, arranged methodically, are the ribbons from the box. Obviously, she's not looking for anything. No, she just sits there. The red ribbon is now out of her hair, and she holds it lovingly.

A little song makes its way past her lips.]

Easily playing, never bat an eye.
Smiling and posing, another "perfect" alibi.
Every day lonely, I’d rather play a game,
Like a slow running stream of honey I crave.

Looking at you now, yes, and even you
Was I unneeded? Was I just in the way, too?
Call me a phantom, never meant to be.
Wouldn’t it be more fun to party and scream?

Now
My, oh my, oh make your way to me.
Clap your hands and walk, oh ra-tta-tta.
Why, oh why, oh hurry up and leave,
And again I come to see, I’ve been a very bad girl.

music room

[robitussin]

You know, I bet you could even learn to play something different if you tried.

[at least say hello before being this way natalie]

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[naw this is how d-ne knows how to interact with people- she falters in her melody, because another conversation WOW limbo's being kind to her!!!]

Ah... Yes, I actually have been able to, in the last few weeks this one is just...familiar! [same melody for her breakdown at the trial and everything, just slow...]

[robitussin]

I guess repetition isn't the worst thing ever. What do you like so much about it?

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

...Well, I guess just that it's mine.

[robitussin]

...Wait. You mean you wrote it?

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

Nothing like that, um... I told you my life's like a story? That...is related to this.

[robitussin]

...But you were being metaphorical when you said that, right?

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

Not at all!

[robitussin]

What.

[why!!]

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[because vocaloid hates everyone]

My friends and I are stuck in an endless retelling of urban legends! That's why my name is so strange, and that's why I couldn't tell you where I was from, because that's not how the narrative wants to tell the story. [she's had.....some time to get used to this so lmao she's pretty chill]

[robitussin]

...What the fuck, that's horrible!

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[little...sad shrug...]

Yes, I... It explains a lot but it's very... Ha.

costume room

[rockthistown]

[Hime wanders in and notices D-ne. She hesitates again, but walks closer and gives a sad smile at the ribbon box.]

Dreaming in colour, burned it in my mind
But then we wake up in this mirror, not alive
If we were chosen to burn inside
Couldn’t be more fun to whistle and sing

Now
Crawling, crawling out tonight and see
Everyone up scrambling to the beat
Easy, easy, smiles are all you need
Dancing on without a clue, we're just unfortunate girls

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[Oh, Hime-san... D-ne offers a smile back, running her fingers over her familiar ribbon's fabric. At her side, there's a pair of scissors.

Carefully, she takes them and sets lays B-ko's ribbon down, near one of the same shade, one that only someone intricately familiar with their differences could distinguish.]

Ru-ra-tta.

[She hesitates.]

Ru-ru-ra-tta-tta~

[...But descends down, toward- the other ribbon?]

Ru-ra-tta.

[Rather smoothly, she cuts it in half and then curls its edges. She...begins to do this with each ribbon down the line, excluding B-ko's.]

Ra-ru, ru-ra, ra-ri-ra-tta-tta.

1 and 2, and 3 and 4, and let's play hide-and-seek.
Hime-san, Natalie, you two found me!
Time to pull my curtain down and start the game again,
Who'd imagine I'd feel like this?

[She focuses her gaze on the ribbons, smile not wavering.]

Now
My, oh my, oh walk your way to me.
Clap your hands and walk, say ra-tta-taa.
I'll shiver in silence, raise a foot to leave,
Sing my lonely bye-bye...

[rockthistown]

[Hime blinks. She bends down to watch D-ne work and tilts her head.]

Hey!
We'll still find you yet and yet again
I know hiding, running from the pain
Cutting, curling ribbons on and on
Till the outside sees new dawn...
Have faith the living surely know

What are you making with those? Hair decorations?

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[She continues with the ribbons. How nice it is, to sing and receive such a response. It reminds her of...oh, one of those times. She's lost count.]

They could go in hair, yes. These I was designing more as...if someone wanted to wear them around their wrist. [She demonstrates on herself, with a blue one. It ties in a bow and the curling edges make it stick out, like it's not a haphazardly made decoration.]

It's something to do, yes? For anyone who would accept one.

[rockthistown]

Oh! Like friendship bracelets or something! Because we're all a team, right? That's so cute! I want one, I want one!

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[A small giggle.] Well, I suppose you'll have the first choice, then. Whatever color, whatever ribbon.

[rockthistown]

Blue! Like me! [She goes for a light blue, then pauses.] Wait, is that stealing your colour, since your old ribbon was blue?

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

Oh no. That shade was...hm. [She smiles a little; there's no way Anna could've known, but that color...] Fuller. Darker. This is fine.

[rockthistown]

Ehe. Okay! [Hime goes to tie it on, fumbling and screwing up her face.] Why is it so hard to tie a ribbon with one hand?

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

Here. [She'll help; D-ne takes the ribbon from her and ties it smoothly.]

[rockthistown]

Thank you! [Hime smiles wide and takes D-ne's hand with both of hers.] I'm really glad you're here, D-ne.

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[...] Yes, I... I'm glad to be here.