curtainsdown | and I know things now, many valuable things

[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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[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.

[......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]

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.]

[...]

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

[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?