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

[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.]