002 - Chrissie is bored [Audio: English] OPEN

[notalkodarkness]

[Christine had been effectively holed up in the Phantom's room for almost a week. She had missed Raoul's outburst the day of her arrival after he found her missing and had not left the room for any extended period of time without the accompanying presence of her Master. She had gotten a rough guided tour of the ship and explanations that the other

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[voice]

[battle_droid]

I can hear you. If you intended for your post to be voice, then you are indeed doing it correctly.

[...Pause. There is something amiss, here.]

What happened to your original keycard?

[voice]

[notalkodarkness]

[Christine jerks slightly as a voice returns with a response and she silently berates herself. She would have to get used to things like this 'communicator' business and not start like a fleeing doe everytime someone spoke to her through it. Her response is relieved at having successfully reached someone out of choice rather than necessity(unlike the last time with Raoul's communicator).]

Yes, that is what I meant. [A brief pause.]

Thank you .. I have not had much practice and I was concerned I would use this device incorrectly.

[Another pause at the latter question when Christine grimaces to herself. She leans in and speaks again, her tone heavy with guilt and embarrassment.]

I .. I left my own communicator and keycard in my room upon arrival .. I .. I did not realize their level of importance. I was a bit out of sorts .. [Way to understate, Christine!] I left my room and it locked behind me and I got rather turned around ..

[A soft sigh and Christine leans back against Erik's door.]I believe I know where it is, but I clearly

[voice]

[battle_droid]

[It probably doesn't help that the voice is very monotonous, though decidedly female.]

It is fairly easy to use - if you need instruction, I am certain myself or any other would have little issue with assisting you.

[As she listens to the explanation, Zee is reminded once again of why droids, and battle droids like herself, were created. Human were virtually helpless sometimes.]

I would offer my assistance in this matter as well, but if you have locked your items in your room then your best chance at retrieving them would be crew. [Another pause.]

You berate yourself far too much. [Zee is blunt.]

[voice]

[notalkodarkness]

[Christine pauses a moment at the lack of inflection in the voice. She is reminded slightly of Ironhide, whom she also met upon her arrival, but only in the rather monotone manner. How can she have any idea how similar the two might actually be? She smiles, though, at the offer of assistance.]

I appreciate your offer, although I think I have the basic functions down at the very least. Although, if I manage to get my own communicator back, I might happily take any such assistance I can get. I have only learned the basics of how to speak and send words messages .. ahh .. texts? I believe there is a function that allows for others to see me as well, but I haven't quite figured that out.

[In truth, Christine really doesn't know how much time she'll be able to practice such as this is Erik's comm and he's likely to miss it soon enough. She can't expect him to leave it with her all the time, can she? Especially when she's safe and sound with no reason to chatter over it! Except that it gets a bit lonesome now and again, and it's only been

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[asoutcastshear]

[OHAI JUST TROLLING.]

Not here either, just sayin'

[notalkodarkness]

[AND HERE SHE IS SINGING PRAISES ABOUT HOW IT WAS ALL A BIG MISUNDERSTANDING! :C ]

Here? Who? Me? Never.

[asoutcastshear]

[CHRISSIE BB YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU. I'M JUST TRYING TO LOOK OUT FOR YOU. RAOUL SMELLS LIKE...LIKE...GIRLY SHAMPOO. DO YOU WANT TO SMELL LIKE GIRLY SHAMPOO? DO YOU?]

Mmmhmmm

[notalkodarkness]

[BUT DARLING, MINE .. I _LIKE_ SMELLING LIKE A GIRL .. NOT A FOP, MIND, BUT A GIRL. :O]

[only_one_raoul]

Christine?

[Hi, remember him? Frantic boyfriend? Been looking for you for a week and somehow kept missing you?]

Where are you?

[voice: English -- French]

[notalkodarkness]

[There is a familiar voice that Christine both hoped she would heat and hoped she would not. She sucks in a soft breath, exhaling in an almost trembling manner as she stares at Erik's comm unit. She finally lifts it again to her lips, unable to help herlself. She might not understand his actions, but she still loved him. That's why it had hurt so badly when he just left her to fend for herself. Her words are soft and nearly tentative.]

Raoul?

[She closes her eyes and begins again.]

I'm safe, Raoul.. My Angel .. he found me and has been keeping me safe. He told me about this place..

[Another pause of silence and the next words that follow are in French and there is no hiding how emotionally laden.]

You left me .. I was so frightened and you left me..

[Audio/French]

[only_one_raoul]

[The sound of his hurried footsteps pauses for a moment.]

I know...

[Before the fear of Christine sets in again, he focuses on his stronger hate for the phantom.]

You're not safe. Tell me where you are and I will find you.

[Audio/French]

[notalkodarkness]

[She hears the sound of footfalls over the communicator line, head tilting slightly as she pauses to glance at the door of her Angel's room. He doesn't try to make any excuse for his behavior before and for that she is grateful. If he'd tried to spin the action off with some excuse, she was prepared to tear into him verbally .. or so she told herself.

In truth, she missed him, even if they had only been apart for a small time. She didn't know yet that they were from different slips of time or that she had been here (on the Elegante) once before, at least.

She steals herself and swallows, shaking her head.]

You don't understand, Raoul .. Monsieur Buguet .. My Angel, the Phantom .. he was not responsible. He did not kill him .. I do not believe everything is as it appears to be.

[She is grappling with either side, uncertain she can ever get him to believe it was all a misunderstanding. Raoul did not know the Phantom the way Christine did (even if he was well on his way, durrhurr).]