Characters: Meg & hopefully Erik, but open to any/all
Canon: Movie (AU)
Notes: The Opera Populaire is under new management and is in the process of being restored to its former glory.
The scents of soot and sawdust mingled as workmen did their best to repair, or in some cases replace, the blackened rafters, catwalks and parts of the stage. Two years ago, disaster had befallen the Opera Populaire in the form of an enormous fire. What hadn't been destroyed by the fire had been left open to the elements. Mold, pigeons and other vermin had laid claim on the ruins, and looters had taken their toll as well. But just as mysteriously as the fire had gutted the theater, a new manager had taken control and summarily begun work on the restoration.
It was strange to stand upon the stage once more, and Meg's blonde head was tilted back to stare up in wonder at the newly-restored ceiling rafters. In the intervening years, she had gone on countless auditions to other ballet companies around Paris, but regardless of her talents, none would have her. They were simply too superstitious. No one wanted her because of her association with the fallen Opera Populare as they believed the same fate would befall them. Both she and her mother had been at the ends of their combined ropes when word came that the theater they had once called home was being restored.
Bittersweet memories filled her mind as she walked amid the sawhorses and fresh lumber. She remembered her first, and last, performance there, the friends she had gained, and lost. But most of all, Meg remembered him. Perhaps she was too headstrong and willful, but she had never feared him. Respected, surely, but never feared. She admired his talents, and had always been a tinge jealous of his student. Though, that was neither here nor there as she was now married with a life of her own, away from the theater. Thankfully.
Now, however, Meg couldn't help but wonder if perhaps he would return with the restoration of his opera house. She couldn't resist turning her head towards Box Five, hoping to catch a fleeting glimpse of him. Perhaps now, she might finally be noticed.
Notes: A new person arrives in Paris after a long convalescence. What better way to celebrate a new life and good health than to visit the city and its famous opera house?
It was still a marvel to be able to breathe, to be able to move around as she pleased and not be confined to her bed. The quiet and warmth of her villa in the south had been welcome at the beginning of her illness, but it had not been long before she felt she was beginning to languish even further, in her enforced idleness.
Lady Shelly had never been one to enjoy idleness.
The carriage pulled up before the opera house, and she could not help but smile as she accepted the footman's hand down. It had been over a year since her last venture to the opera. She had missed the music terribly.
[ooc: Hi! Litha, here, with fresh meat. I know the group's been quiet for months, but I thought I'd see if anyone felt like playing. Shelly will no doubt want to explore the entire opera house, over the course of the evening, so just let me know the location in your tag and I'll follow suite!]
Notes: A bored Time Lord is wandering around the opera house, poking his nose into everything and probably annoying people.
The Detective did not often attend the opera; to his mind, it was generally a waste of time as the performance was more often than not awful compared to what he could do with a violin in the early hours of the morning.
Not that he was vain, you understand. Perish the thought.
He'd arrived in the Paris opera house mostly be accident, however, and it had been about five minutes before he first heard of the Opera Ghost.
Well, never let it be said that he could not make his own entertainment, even if he had already decided that the 'case' would not be worth his interest in the end.
- @open or @plot
- [character] character name
- [AU] alternate universe
Characters: Erik and Christine
Canon: 2004 movie
Notes: It's a pime taradox!
Erik was still getting accustomed to the sights and sounds and twists and turns of the Populaire. It was becoming easier to navigate, the longer the little sack boy was there. Plans had already been made in his head. If he had the money and the tools, what exciting labyrinths he could build here. Since he had neither, he would be content with simply navigating the halls and becoming intimately familiar with what he now called home.