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]

How...? H-how can you be so...so kind?

[breakingbread]

[He frowns, patting her shoulder.] I'm no better than anyone else, either. I've been shown mercy myself in the past. How could I deny you the same? No one will ever change for the better if they're not given a chance.

Come, sit down. You'll feel better when you'v eaten.

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[He might...have to help her to that chair, D-ne doesn't seem to be in the state to walk by herself. But, she won't fight him.]

What...are you making, sir?

[breakingbread]

[He will do so!]

Croissants. There's some fruit as well, if you like.

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[She glances at an apple...]

Thank you, ah... wh- where do you...suppose this is...?

[breakingbread]

I couldn't say. There's no one else here...

[It's not anything he could have predicted.]

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

I was sure... I would end up in Hell...

[So she's very confused.]

But instead we're in limbo?

[breakingbread]

That may be it.

[No comment on the hell thing]

I think there must be something left for us to do here.

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

And when we accomplish that, our souls will be put to rest?

[she sounds like she doesn't really believe that but]

...Maybe we're to be here until the show concludes. If management desires our...continued participation.

[breakingbread]

They cannot possibly have such power over our souls. Time travel, travel between worlds, those are other matters entirely.

[god is this theology time b/c honestly]

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

You think our souls are that much different...?

[oh my god are we really]

If they've gained ownership over our bodies, then it only makes sense that they'd have those too, wouldn't it?

[breakingbread]

[I DIDN'T EVEN MAKE IT OUT OF CONFIRMATION CLASSES that's probably not even what they were called]

Not at all. Our bodies may be imprisoned, but no one can truly confine our souls.

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[I NEVER EVEN TOOK CONFIRMATION AT ALL MY DUDE]

Then...what of Hell? You're a religious man. And, ah, with Jezebel-san here... You believe in that, don't you?