Think · of · me · fondly · when · we've · said · goodbye

Erik and I took Musette to the physician yesterday, and it seems she's quite ill. He gave us a prescription, and even though I know these strange invaders are flocking all over the City...I'm not going to let that stop me from getting her medicine. I know I should let Erik do it, but I want to get it myself. Call it a mother's instinct, I suppose.

As far as these invaders are concerned, they don't seem to be dangerous, but can we really be sure? Going home does sound nice, but...I can't leave either way, even if I wanted to.

I'll be going out to get her medicine now. Rue, if anything happens - God forbid - please help Erik take care of Musette.

((ooc; ...and it starts...))

One minute it's terribly hot, and the next it's freezing!!!! Poor Musette has gotten ill, the poor dear, and I think I may need to take her to see a physician.

With Christmas approaching, I wonder if perhaps we ought to think of doing a few selected pieces of "The Nutcracker Prince"? Less than a week is not enough time in order to prepare the whole thing, but just a little something to bring the holiday cheer would be nice. What do the rest of you think?

I...

I didn't mean to do it, it just sort of happened...I mean, I'm dead, there's nothing I can do, and Raoul and Antony have both moved on with their lives...was I supposed to just sit by and watch them live on without me? Why give up happiness when it's right here? Besides...I feel close to him. I can't really explain it, but the connection we share is so much more than anything Raoul and I ever had. I can't really regret my decision, can I? Even though sometimes I have to keep myself from going to the fountain regularly to see them.

Wh-Who's baby is this???

This isn't the Opera House...it looks kind of like it, but this isn't it...where has everyone gone? Meg, Madame Giry...even Carlotta and Piangi and the manager...all gone. What should I do...?

Oh, Papa, if only you were here...please, send the Angel of Music to help me!

((ooc; Christine has reverted to her early/mid-teens, right around the time Carlotta first came to the Opera House and ruled with an iron fist and just before the Phantom, aka Erik, began slowly taking control. As a result, she doesn't remember Raoul or marrying Erik at all, so he'd still be the "Angel of Music" to her.))

...Mon dieu, it's about time the sun went down. The heat was absolutely horrible....and these clothes really aren't suited for such weather conditions. Musette was fussy all day and I had to keep her in the shade for fear of her getting sunburnt, the poor dear. I hope everyone managed to keep out of trouble and away from any of the wild animals.

Mademoiselle Satine, I hope you're doing all right...if there's anything I or my husband can do for you, please let me know. It's comforting to know that someone from Paris is here.

It is a good thing I suppose that I did not stay at the ball as long as I normally would have, since Musette fell asleep quite early, based on what I've been reading. A masquerade ball is all good and fun, but...I suppose the Deities have decided to "trick" instead of "treat".

( Private//Hackable to female friends )

Insomnia is such a chore...perhaps some reading would do me some good. I hope everyone is better from the curse now?

And a most extended night it was! I missed seeing the sun, but I cannot deny that the past few days were beautiful. Musette loved seeing all the lamps and the festivities that were going on, and the cakes that were provided were actually fairly good.

Erik and I are still debating on godparents' - hopefully we can come to a decision soon.

This is absolutely ridiculous....to think that these mere objects are children is just preposterous! I am most grateful that I am not affected today - I would have hated to neglect Musette, even for a day. I hope that Erik isn't affected either...

Since everyone seems to be in a maternal mood today, I was considering choosing who should be Musette's godparents...I suppose she'll need some eventually, especially in this place and as she gets older. Erik, dear, if you're not affected, perhaps we could talk about it? They would need to be someone we can trust, certainly, but perhaps it would be best if we wait 'till all of this madness is over.

What a delightful curse!!! I don't even think the word "curse" should apply for this day, really...

Musette woke up with a kitten next to her today, and she is absolutely delighted by the creature. It can change shapes to any kind of animal, and I don't think I've ever seen her look so happy.

I myself have been followed by a bird who can talk, strangely enough. He calls himself Salveodan, and refuses to leave my side, being just as protective towards Musette and this creature that seems to love her so as I am. I think this is a curse, but I have to say I'm going to miss him and Musette's new friend when the day is over.

Rosette, if there's anything Erik or I can do to help you...please, let us know.

((ooc; Since Musette's only a baby, her daemon is changing shapes like crazy, but Christine's a Superb Fairy Wren who I randomly found on Wikipedia and thought were gorgeous birds.))

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.

Rue, Ahiru, Mytho, and Fakir, you were all wonderful in your performance of The Tempest. I don't even think Madame Giry could have taught a better batch of students. Professor Cat, you are indeed a talented teacher, and your students are just absolutely wonderful.

I hope that, soon, we might be able to perform an opera for the City next time? It has been too long since I have sung much of anything, and singing lullabies is starting to make me miss performing a part in an opera. What do you think, Erik?

...it's strange to think that I have almost been here for one full year. So much has happened...

......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?

The people in this group are a bit strange, but they seem determined to get me back to the City. We have to keep moving though, because the girl with the dark hair, named Dagger, is apparently a princess who ran away. The boy with the tail says there's some bad people looking for them that they have to stop, and that they'll do whatever it takes to get me back home; they want to help.

This place is so strange...like something out of a fairy tale.

((ooc; I couldn't think of any specific good place for Christine to go, but I finally decided on Final Fantasy IX, because that's my favorite game out of all of them. :3 ))

She is absolutely beautiful.....

And...in honor of the day...

Happy Father's Day, Erik.

I hope you enjoy it. ♥

[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 actually give birth to their baby. =^___^= ))

[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 it with the father XDDDDDD But she'll be find come tomorrow.))

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.

For those of you in Monsieur Erik's music theory class: do you have any idea what the answers to the questions about the sheet music he provided is? I only know one, and would like to be more familiar with it just in case it's on the test.

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 probably all she'll be able to tolerate right now. And no, this won't hurt the baby.))

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....