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]

[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.

[robitussin]

So if you're right and we can get out of here... What are you going to do?

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[She touches the red ribbon in her hair.]

Well... The story can't continue without all the principle characters...can it? And I could never leave them there.

[robitussin]

[A pause.]

I mean, I didn't really expect any different, but... Jesus, D-ne.

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

It's fine. [no it's not] We're not aware of it going on unless the story's been stopped, which is...a blessing. [no it's not] And...there's always a chance we can solve the mystery and break out.

[...]

[robitussin]

None of that sounds like a good thing at all.

...If you normally aren't aware of it, how do you know now?

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[She sighs.] Because, my last memories are of the story pausing. It would do that after we all died, and we could discuss backstage, before we were put back in the story again.

[robitussin]

...Jesus christ.

[what else is there to say, really]

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[You could always do what D-ne does and smile.]

Don't worry about it. Soon...this'll all be over, one way or another.

[robitussin]

That's kind of foreboding. Anyways...

What are you going to say to everyone else if we see them again?

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

Ah... I haven't... There's nothing I really can say, is there? I don't think many of them would believe me, whatever I did.

[robitussin]

That sounds like a pretty shitty reason to not even try to apologize, honestly.

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

...Right as usual. [She sighs.] The truth, then. That on some level I regretted it as soon as I did it.

[robitussin]

Well, it's at least better than not telling them anything, I guess.

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

True, but among them, who would want me to approach them and actually speak? Momentary discomfort, I suppose that's how I'll look at it.

...You know...whatever I tell them, it won't change how they think.