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.]

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week 3

[stagemanagers]

[welcome, darla, eliza and captain hook]

[peterpanhasfoundamother]

[There is a man here who awakens to the sound of cowbells ringing in his ears.

He's by no means a familiar-looking man, though he might remind some of Captain Hook. Perhaps it is, in fact, Captain Hook. After all, nobody would willingly want to dress themselves in a fashion to make them-self look like Captain Hook. Regardless of who he is, he stumbles around the building in a almost whimsical haze, staring vacantly and speaking to himself as he moves about. He taps his hook against a wall and grumbles.]

Oof. [He struggles to find his words for a moment, panting, looking all around for someone to speak to before he raises his voice again.] This was...it was, quite a trip. Yes.

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[......well this is about the last thing expected]

Who... Captain...Hook...-san...? Or- someone wearing his clothes?

[being dead in the opera gets weirder by the week]

[peterpanhasfoundamother]

I am Captain Hook, my...dear. The clothes do, as you know, make...the man and such.

[He strikes a dramatic pose, with his mouth open wide akin to a codfish.]

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[...]

You look hideous! [jesus] What in the name of everything happened to you?

[rockthistown]

[Hime stares from down the hall for an awkwardly long time. She ducks around a corner for a while, then slowly makes herself walk out again.]

...What's going on?

[peterpanhasfoundamother]

Captain Hook is...here. Now, this place, has, you know, finally attained some...class and dignity.

[majestic]

[rockthistown]

............................

How did you turn old?

[breakingbread]

[who the literal fuck]

...monsieur, are you alright? [Obviously he's dead, but this man seems...well, like he's unwell even beyond that.]

[peterpanhasfoundamother]

I am...quite alright, mmyes. The pic-a-ture of good health.

[He carries himself like a lumbering zombie, and sounds it as well.]

[breakingbread]

[...Valjean is going to try to reach out to take this man's arm.]

Come then, sit and talk with me for a while. Has anyone told you where we are yet?

[littlegirl_littlecurl]

[Hells bells and buckets of blood who is this old man?

Wait... waiiiiit... noooooooo....]

[bestof]

[Eliza is freezing cold with a throbbing ache in her head when she opens her eyes. Her first instinct is to grab the blanket and wrap it around herself to try and warm herself. What time is it? She'll need to get up soon, people would be worried if she locked herself in her room again-

Then her head clears and she remembers. Darla, Hook, the struggle, a sudden pain in her head and darkness...and then everything else comes flooding back. She leaps out of bed, nearly falling flat on her face when rush of blood to her head leaves her dizzy and the blankets tangle around her limbs. She stays there for a long time, letting the memories settle into place and become real.

Angelica, her children, the Reynolds Pamphlet, forgiveness (can you imagine?), the election, Alexander-

Best of wives and best of women.

She doesn't cry this time. She's shed her tears for Alexander and though it's all she really wants to do right now, she can't. She knows she can't.

I stop wasting time on tears.

When Eliza finally emerges from her dressing room, she's detangled herself but since there are no extra clothes in her room she's still in the nightgown and black robe she was killed in. She cautiously stands in the hall, looking back and forth at the mirrored area. It's almost like she's waiting for someone.

Oh, I can't wait to see you again
It's only a matter of time]

[rockthistown]

[Hime is humming something as she walks out of her room in the morning. She notices movement to the side and waves.]

Good morning, D--

[That's not D-ne.]

[bestof]

[Oh.

Oh.

She promised herself no matter what or who she found she wouldn't cry but suddenly it's so much harder.]

Miss Hime...?

[rockthistown]

What...

[Hime runs over to Eliza, flailing her arms and yelling.]

What are you doing here? You're not supposed to be dead! Did you touch the book? Was there a motive? Is that why Hook-san turned gross and senile instead of just gross!?

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[D-ne really wishes she could be surprised to see someone else here. At the very least, she seizes up at seeing who this is.]

Hamil- no, Eliza-san? ...Did you just awaken here? [She appears regretful.] It can be a shock, I know.

[peterpanhasfoundamother]

[so there's this guy, dancing down the hall like he owns the place with some sort rhythm (or lack of it) in his steps. he dances down past eliza, not even stopping to look at her as he performs some sort of shoulder shimmy. he addresses her briefly as he dances:]

Ah, yes. Hello there, wo...man.

[...then keeps on dancing right past her.]

[breakingbread]

[The need for sleep hasn't seemed as real here, but Valjean tends to repair to his room in the night nonetheless. It probably does them some good to rest even so. So he's on his way back out when he encounters:]

...Madame Hamilton.

[fuck's sake who keeps doing this]

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[So wow, Opera limbo has a lot more to do than regular limbo- or the Opera House itself. Last week, D-ne'd spent much time checking up on Hime, since there were only four of them. Now, well... She can let herself be alone a little more, so she does that.

There's so much to explore, so throughout the week she looks through the library, the media room, the prop room- nothing really holds her attention for long, but she's trying to distract herself, at least? Most days, she'll be around the tea room, lost in thought and idle, but seeming to enjoy her time there.

Thursday she drifts about until she reaches the ballroom. There's so much swimming in her head, so much that she can barely stand it. The times she's sung have never been to understand something, but...maybe, this time... She sits at the piano, and she lets herself get lost in the thought of the music. Even if she's not the best piano player, with how things work, maybe...

Sure enough, she starts to play, effortlessly.]

Where did I get all these memories?
I feel there's something I should be remembering.
Though I can't seem to recall it,
I have a strange feeling that I just can't forget.

Failed again, I've given up chase
But when I close my eyes I see your nameless face.
There must have been something about you,
But I just can't recall and I don't know what to do.

Let's get a ribbon and measure the world,
Then let's run circles 'round the sun before we char and burn.
But we don't need a map, or road,
We'll chase the blackness of the night that's somehow filled with hope.

Failed again, I've given up chase,
But when I close my eyes I see your nameless face.
As the dew drops settles in my eyes,
I still can't hear your gentle voice piercing through the night.

I don't know, anything,
I just don't know anymore.
You want me to stay here,
Is that too much to ask for?
And it hurts, hurts my head
I can't sleep; restless in bed
But if you knew all this,
You'd laugh, and break my heart in two.

Let's count these simple feeling,
Let's list them all out
And yet I forgot that warm feeling
The one I'd get when you're next to me
Bye-bye my beloved,
We won't meet again.
And yet I'm stuck here in this limbo;
In this state that I can't emote.
I don't know what to do,
And only laughter escapes my throat...

[If approached, she'll keep singing. It seems she's determined to keep going. It seems she's not even aware of anyone.]

You're like a donut with a hole,
So full but empty, and will never quite be whole
And now I'm wondering if you were here,
Or just a fragment of my memory that's now unclear.

Failed again, I've given up chase,
But when I close my eyes I see your nameless face.
Yet another night with restless sleep.
I struggle now without you here, wedged between the sheets.

"No I don't want to die."
Want to know what it feels like?
It won't bring peace or piece together all that you've lost.
Time has passed, we don't last,
My memory turns to glass.
I am the donut hole,
The unwanted, without a soul.

Can't count these complex feeling,
Can't list them all out.
This strange life of mine without hearing
Your voice, forgetting how it sounds.
Bye-bye my beloved,
We won't meet again
And yet I'm stuck here in this limbo;
In this state that I can't emote.
I don't know what to do,
And all my tears flow until I choke.

A gaping hole has opened,
Right up in my chest.
And in this emptiness I'm lonely,
It's my only proof that you were here.
Come back my beloved,
Oh, come back to me...!
My heart in ribbons falls to the floor,
And there's nothing that I can do...

Let's count these simple feeling,
Let's list them all out,
And yet I forgot that warm feeling
The one I'd get when you're next to me!
Bye-bye my beloved,
We won't meet again.

And in the end I start to feel complete,
With a face that I remembered.
I take a deep breath,
And I open my eyes now to confess.
I have opened my eyes,
I have opened my eyes,
That name of yours I realize-

[...D-ne's mouth hangs open, as if she's frozen in place. Her eyes remain shut and after a moment her face skews up in pain and frustration, and she pitches forward on to the keys, hands gripping her head futilely.]

media room

[rockthistown]

Is there anything good on? [Hime sighs and flops into a seat.]

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[D-ne casts her a smile.]

Not that I can find, Hime-san, but I'm not looking intently.

[littlegirl_littlecurl]

[She wakes with her chest heaving and teeth clenching. The taste in her mouth is bitter and sharp, but is it anger or is it poison? That rotten pirate... all she was after was a late night snack and what does she get? Murder. She didn't think they were friends but they at least had some kind of neutral sort of nothing for each other.

But oh, what she remembers. That stupid, stupid, cat, dancing on her stage. The lot of them in her spotlight like they belong there. She finally gets to the top only to be met by a bunch of mangy Animals.

She sits up, running a tongue over her teeth and it takes a moment to realize where she is. This hideous excuse for a dressing room, looking just like it did the first day she came here.

Furious. She settles on being furious.

She kicks off her sheets and climbs from the bed, throwing open the door and stomping into the hallway. She draws in a breath, ready to bellow for Max though it will do her no good, and she stops as the backwards-ness of the room and the hall sinks in.

Absolutely furious.]

[rockthistown]

[Hime was just walking back to her room at the end of the hall, why does this sudden sense of dread approach... She stops and looks down the hall, jaw dropping.]

Someone else is dead!?

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[Blink, oh, well-]

Little Miss Darla, you too? How horrid. [She seems more surprised than anything.]