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 4

[stagemanagers]

[Welcome, Inspector Javert and Astarte]

[solomonjihad]

[The first thing that she recalls is when the other her took over. The second, when the sailor soldiers told her they didn't trust her. All but Sailor Moon. But, they'd been right not to trust her. She hadn't trusted herself.

And for a moment, she panicked when she realized this was the ceiling of the dressing room she was staring at. Oh. Oh no. They didn't--they didn't--

She immediately popped up in her bed, finding herself in...wait. Is this her room? It looks weird. Opposite. Also, her cheek felt weird. She rubs it, confusingly. Had she slept on it oddly? Or...?

...No, never mind. Its not important. Something strange is happening here. She quietly gets out of her bed, that feeling of apprehension growing as she enters the hallway, finding the room numbers askew from before. She goes towards the kitchen - only to find she's nearing the ballroom. She goes to the lobby, looking up at the chandelier, before saying anything to the seemingly empty Opera House.]

Hey, has time finally disappeared?
I can't feel it anymore...
I can almost hear that distant moment
Of a point many millennium ago
This must be the last change

The last change
I hope the right thing happened...

[She slowly goes up the stairs, finding herself on the second floor. Ah...opposite also. This is...a lot to take in. Still seemingly empty.

...

Maybe she...should just sit down somewhere. She is where the media room is, so she'll just...sit in there. Maybe watch a movie or something if there is one. Anything to try and calm herself down at the possibility that...she...that everyone...

...

She hears nothing in her mind in return, as she settles into one of the chairs, a movie blasting from the speakers as she turns it on.]

[rockthistown]

Ooo... ooo...

[Astarte might hear some ghostly calls outside the media room, or at least what's supposed to sound like ghostly calls. It's more like Hime's voice muffled by a bedsheet. She stumbles around, covered by the sheet, and smacks straight into the doorframe.]

Oww! [The bedsheet "ghost" whines and rubs her nose under the sheet.] D-ne, is that you in there? I don't think this "haunting the living" plan is going to work.

[solomonjihad]

[...u h ??? Wait a minute.

Astarte stands up, walking to the "ghost", and looking it up and down. Hime...its Hime....

...

Astarte goes to take off the sheet.]

I'm not D-ne.

[rockthistown]

[As Astarte lifts the sheet off, Hime's hair goes up in static along with it, and she looks up at her, still rubbing her aching face.]

Oww... I didn't think haunting you was going to hurt this much, Astarte!

[She pauses, rubs her eyes, and looks around. Dread slowly sets in on her face.]

No, it... it didn't work, you're just here, and if you're here, that means...

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[Well, at some point, if Astarte's sticking around the media room (or wherever) D-ne happens upon her, hands folded behind her back and an inquisitive but polite expression on her face.]

You are...Astarte-san? Or Impostor-san? I'd hope the former, if we're going to be stuck here together.

[solomonjihad]

...Its me, D-ne. Not the other me.

[She's come back to the media room at some point, just to see if she can find more clues.]

I don't know where other me went...I don't feel them in my head anymore.

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

I suppose, that would be a small blessing, wouldn't it? [Her smile seems less artificial than the ones Astarte received before. Not a bit happy, though.] I can't imagine you liked existing with something like that. The antithesis to you as a person- ah-

[And it turns apologetic.]

Which, I am positive you, ah, already know.

[irreprochable]

Well, this wasn't what I was expecting.

[dead twice over and still in the opera house, cool. i guess he'll start poking around this mirrored version of hell. although he's going to just kind of look around the opera house and he can be found pretty much anywhere, he's probably mostly looking for valjean and astarte lets be real]

[solomonjihad]

[Its not going to be hard to find Astarte. She's investigating rooms, and is actually about to go into another room when, out of the corner of her eyes, she sees Javert.]

Oh.

[Really, she should have expected him. She is still nervous, just the same, as he approaches.]

[irreprochable]

Hello Astarte.

[javert is the law and the law is not mocked OR KILLED]

[solomonjihad]

[Clearly both of these things happened. Oops.

She takes a deep breath, trying to look at him, but even knowing what she knows now, she can't.]

Inspector, I...I know I can't make excuses for what happened. Even if I truthfully don't know the exact details.

[Her hands clench together.]

...I'm so sorry...you didn't deserve this.

[breakingbread]

...oh.

[Valjean is out and about, but doubtless the two of them will cross paths eventually. He freezes. It's difficult to imagine anyone successfully killing Javert - the man has always seemed almost an implacable force of nature. But it's harder still to think of him murdering an innocent person, so.]

Inspector, I'm...I'm very sorry to see you here.

[irreprochable]

The law can be killed, as it turns out.

[this doesn't feel like what death is supposed to be. and shouldn't valjean be with jesus???]

[breakingbread]

[oh my god did you just]

Are you alright? It can be... [Scary? Painful?] ...disorienting. Waking here.

[Not to mention the new memories - or the old ones, he supposes. Valjean recalls meeting with the other Javert at the barricade now, the agreement they'd made over Marius's body and how the Inspector never followed through. Did the same happen with this one?]

[rockthistown]

[Javert can find Hime in the bakery, trying to roll out a lump of dough. She spots him out of the corner of her eye and jumps.]

J-javert-san! I didn't see you!

[irreprochable]

Princess Hime.

[it's nice to see her, actually. like he's happy that she's still...well, whatever this is.]

How are you doing?

[traumatized? scared? dead]

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[Well there's someone in the tea room who takes note of the new, determined footsteps! D-ne steps out, holding a cup...and she casts a sad smile to Javert when she sees him.]

Inspector. I see the pattern's repeated. I wish it hadn't been so.

[irreprochable]

[ah yes d-ne...hello...]

Maybe if you hadn't contributed to the pattern, I could believe those wishes.

[bestof]

[In Javert's searching he's bound to find Eliza in the main lobby, sewing away on a needlepoint project that will probably never be finished. Or she has eternity to finish, whichever comes first. She lifts her head when she hears someone approach and-

Oh.

Well this is...oh.]

Inspector. I'd hoped not to see you here.

[irreprochable]

[he's quiet for a moment.]

I was your partner. I should've protected you.

[rockthistown]

[Hauntings aside, Hime is bored stiff. At least she's got the kitchen, where she's trying to make pancakes. Possibly too many. Some of them might look gibbled, but she's worked hard enough to make them edible over the one year that she's known how to cook, so they'll at least be good.]

Do you like the banana ones or the peanut butter ones more? I can't pick!

[Later, you can find Hime in the media room, watching the movies... and you'll probably hear her yelling at the TV first.]

This is boring! Who even wrote this one? It's insulting to everything! We should have just mailed this back to the Management and made them watch it!

[Hime, what are you watching. No wonder she's complaining about it.]

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[This week is busy with haunting. ...Boy does D-ne love haunting, she takes to it rather quickly! Maybe surprisingly so? Any time she senses someone about...

Sometime around Wednesday night she notices something strange, though? Various places on each floor but the first, she keeps getting activity. It's always for a flash, an instant, but it was the same the last night... So, she suspiciously starts lurking about, clicking her tongue and lingering around the bar or the media room- or just wandering about the floors in general.]

Hmm... How...odd, how incredibly odd.

[It frustrates her more than anything. This week she's going to be very focused on trying to figure it out- lucky they don't really need to sleep, huh? She murmurs a song to herself as she goes about.]

The lights in town, so bright and yet so colorful,
The chill I feel when ether injects.
It's 2 AM, so tired is my sleepless soul,
All things I see they swiftly change...

[She clicks her tongue.]

Just what do we have to expect for this weekend? They better...

[She continues her farce of a patrol.]

media room

[rockthistown]

[Hime throws the DVD case at the screen when D-ne comes in.]

Why can't I ever find anything good? This one sucks too!

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[Wow don't break their entertainment hime]

...Perhaps you've got a natural affinity for trash. [i mean why else would you want to be friends with her-] Good evening, Hime-san.