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

[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.

[irreprochable]

What happened to your counterpart?

[just gonna stick to the facts]

[solomonjihad]

Executed.

[Of course. She wouldn't be here otherwise.]

I haven't seen anyone who looks like me, here, though.

[irreprochable]

That part I understood. Will you turn like that again?

[he doesnt know how it works. and yes hes being short but he kind of earned that tbh]

[solomonjihad]

[Will she? She frowns, thinking about it. She really doesn't know, on the one hand. On the other hand, in her mind, she feels nothing. She feels like there is an empty space where once there was...something.

She has to hope that that empty space is what she thinks it is. Or once was.]

I don't think so, no.

[Really, she's surprised he's not yelling at her or something to that effect.]

[irreprochable]

See to it you don't.

[not that she actually has any control but it obviously wasn't her so she gets a pass this once and then never again]