[Isn't that a lovely song you hear coming from your journal? But isn't it giving you the strangest sense of deja vu? Maybe you have heard it before, maybe you haven't. Either way, just enjoy it c:]

[Erik is forgoing broadcasting his playing this time. It's an attempt to curtail the number of people that would come nosing around. But that doesn't mean Erik is done mourning. Not by a long shot. Not only was Chrissie the woman he loved, but she was also his muse. Without her...well he hasn't be able to write anything and that's just...wrong. ( Read more... )

[Erik has come to a basic understanding of why he is here in the Keep. He spent the first night acquainting himself with his journal contraption before venturing out to find a piano or an organ of some sort. Upon locating one, he seated himself and began to play.

What is that somber song you hear? It is Erik mourning.]

Locked to Christine // 10% Unhackable

Christine, I have left something for you as a thank you outside of your room.

Please inform me when you've received it.

[Outside of the fop's door, Chrissie will find a rose with a black ribbon and some music from Don Juan. Past the Point of No Return. He needs to hear it. Come on Chrissie. Sing it to him.]

[Welp the boat went to hell in a handbag. So what's a Phantom to do? COMPOSE MUSIC OF COURSE! He's actually been working on this for months. And since he's been holed up in his room since escaping deck 17, he's been working on the finishing touches for it ( Read more... )

[It's been too long. Chrissie hasn't come back and Erik has done his best to hunt her down. But the boat is far too big for him to search. There's been no activity on her commline and she hasn't returned to her room. So there's only one conclusion to be made. She's with Raoul. And, well, Erik simply could not have that ( Read more... )

[Ever since his conversation with Anna a few days ago, Erik has holed himself up in his room, working furiously to get the show prepared ( Read more... )

[Erik is a man on a mission. Most people who are not night owls are probably asleep. It's probably 3am when Erik steals out of his room and slips down to Anna's. A single fluid swipe of the keycard and the door opens with a quiet hiss. He casts a cautious glance over his shoulder then slips inside ( Read more... )

Sing for me, Anna.

[Erik has been following this girl who claimed to be his student during his first journey on this ship. A journey that our Opera Ghost doesn't remember taking. She lives an interesting life, for certain. He finds his target once again in the library, and he watches her intently. Maybe it's time he's gotten to know his new student just a little more ( Read more... )