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.075 But your soul obeys...
What a delightful curse!!! I don't even think the word "curse" should apply for this day, really ( Read more... ) -
.074 And we can breathe again
I am so glad the strange weather has stopped. The baby was very fussy during that week; I think it confused her, poor dear. We are all doing well, and are very, very pleased to see the Opera House finally opened and restored. I don't think I've ever seen Erik so lively before ( Read more... ) -
.073 I remember there was mist....
......where am I? I don't know where I am. I woke up and suddenly found myself in the company of an odd assortment of people; I don't know where my daughter is...I have to get back to her! What if Erik has been sent someplace strange too? Who will take care of her ( Read more... ) -
.072 You were once a friend and father, you were all that mattered...
She is absolutely beautiful.....
And...in honor of the day...
Happy Father's Day, Erik.
I hope you enjoy it. ♥ -
.071 Let my opera begin!
[Voice Post]
[The sound of someone softly singing can be heard, cut off suddenly by silence]
....oh....Oh dear....
Erik! Erik, my water just broke...it's...
It's time!
[Sound of Christine rushing from the room to find him]
[/End Voice Post]
((ooc; Yes, Christine has gone into labor!!!! Which means, by evening tomorrow, she will be ready to ( Read more... ) -
.070 Whose was that face in the shadows...?
[Voice Post]
Wh-where am I....? This is not Paris......this is.....
Raoul?! Antony??? Where are you????
....why am I pregnant..? I don't believe I was carrying Raoul's child...was I...? Did something happen?
[/End Voice Post]
((ooc; So, yes, she's obviously affected. Kind of funny, given the fact that she's pregnant and doesn't remember doing ( Read more... ) -
.069 Angel of Music, guide and guardian, grant to me your glory!
I've been up for hours trying to go over all of the material....I know I should get some sleep, but I'm so worried I won't do very well. Father would be very displeased if I don't receive good marks ( Read more... ) -
.068 Your face is white...your hands are cold...
F-father....? Is that you...?
I can hear singing......Angel...?
((ooc; Christine is suffering from Typhus. Poor girl. D: Symptoms include chills, fever, delirium, a nasty rash, cough, severe muscle pain, stupor, and sensitivity to light. She's curled up in bed in the Manager's Office, and doesn't want ANY light whatsoever....candles are ( Read more... ) -
.067 What new surprises are in store?
This most recent news has made me awfully nervous. I do not wish to harm myself or anyone else for that matter, and am not liking all of this talk of "sacrifice". I do wish these plagues would stop, though....I miss taking my daily walks in the garden.
.....some Bach would be nice, Erik.... -
.066 So happy together.
Imagine me and you, I do
I think about you day and night, it's only right
To think about the man you love and hold him tight
So happy together
If I should call you up, invest a dime
And you say you belong to me and ease my mind
Imagine how the world could be, so very fine
So happy together
( I can't see me lovin' nobody but you... )
