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

[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]