[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.]

[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... )

[There's a dirty boy in the buffet. Look at that, getting his dirty hands all over the food. He's scooping it out with his hands and ducking back behind the buffet to eat it unseen, almost like he doesn't want to be caught. Unfortunately, the food is hot, so one may hear him blowing on it if they're close enough.]

[Erik hadn't meant to bump the comm. But it fell over when he fetched the pillowcase from his bed and slipped it over his head. Then he sat down in the corner with his little monkey and gently clapped the cymbals attached to its hands together.]

[Soooomebody's found a piano. And he's decided to ~*grace*~ the Elegante passengers with his musical genius. The song he is playing sounds so melancholy. Enjoy!]...Then at last a voice in the gloom seemed to cry "I hear you! I hear your fears, your torment, and your tears ( Read more... )