Raoul Edouard de Chagny
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Post by Raoul Edouard de Chagny on Mar 25, 2012 15:28:52 GMT -5
The Vicomte Raoul de Chagny had come upon hard times of late. Having lost his fortune, and turning to the drink, had not helped his marriage. Having swallowed his pride in letting Christine sing again to make a bit of money to cover the bills, Raoul had taken the family to New York for her to sing at Coney Island of all places. But it was something, and she so wanted to sing again...
The Vicomte awakened this morning after a night of bad dreams. He opened the door to Christine's room and there was no longer a room there...only a dusty corridor. Going back into his own room, he found it transformed into a dusty skeleton of its former glory, looking in an instant like it had not been cleaned in 100 years.
After going back and forth in the dusty corridor and calling out, "Where in hell am I?" the Vicomte leaned against the wall and closed his eyes a moment to try to recapture his thoughts and make some sense of them. Where were Christine and Gustave? He realized how he would miss them if they were separated from him, especially if he did not know what had happened to them. His head hurt so badly this morning he could hardly think straight. He decided to go look for Christine but the corridor was dark, so Raoul went back to the room and found a candle in a holder. He lit it with a match from his waistcoat. He left the room once more.
He made a turn and walked down another long corridor which had gothic type, very tall windows. The only thing that could be seen of the exterior was vines growiing over the windows. It was impossible to see how high up one was. Raoul tried to open one of the windows but the latch handle was rusted shut. The dark wood extended around the entire window and around each pane of glass in the window. Then Raoul noticed with a start that it was dark outside.
He pulled out his pocket watch and saw that it was eight o'clock. He had thought it was eight in the morning...it must be eight at night. Did that make sense? No, of course not. He had had a restless night's sleep, it was true, but certainly he hadn't slept 24 hours...or had he?
Not a man used to fear, he unexpectedly felt a bit of apprehension pull at his heart. He must find his family at all costs and get out of this place. Raoul kept walking. Finally at long last, he came to a double door. He opened one of them and peered in. It was dark, but as soon as he entered, the large chandelier came on, with quite a bit of brilliance. It surprised the Vicomte so much that he almost dropped the candle, but luckily he didn't do so. He set the candle on the end of the table and blew it out and looked up at the chandelier. Just looking up made his head hurt worse.
The room was large and the table seemed made for a big family and it was covered with a white , lacy table cloth. The whole room was clean, not like the corridor or his former room. There was a tall case clock in the corner and its loud ticking was somewhat comforting, expecially when he checked his pocket watch and discovered that they both told the same time. Raoul saw a small writing desk in the corner and a china cabinet filled with cut glass and porcelain pieces. A side-table which undoubtedly held silverware was sitting to the side of another door. There were several paintings on the walls, of light airy garden scenes. A settee in green brocade sat under one of them and matched the green and pink pattern of the large oriental rug which covered the wooden floor. There were gas lights upon the wals in several places with small white tulip shaped globes. There were two floor lamps with matching convex Victorian shades with hanging beaded edges, in shades of green. There was a spinet piano in fine, dark wood, looking in extremely good shape. Several lacy doilies hung over the sides and fancy brass and pewter frames held photographic portraits of someone's family. There was a fireplace too, done in exquisite green marble. Its black iron firescreen contained fancy swirled designs. Before the fireplace were two wingback, overstuffed chairs matching the settee in colour, texture and wood. They both had doilies on the arms and antimacassars over the tops of each chair. The whole room looked oddly like a large sitting room and a dining room combined.
The Vicomte wondered who lived here and he felt somewhat like an intruder. He went through the far door and again, a light went on as he passed through. It rather unnerved him. He recognized the place as a kitchen, with some machines which looked a bit futuristic. Having had servants most of his life to do the cooking and kitchen work, and of late, when they could no longer afford the servants, Christine doing the cooking for the family, Raoul did not wonder much at what was in the kitchen. He only knew he was hungry and also needed a drink.
He opened the door of a silver appliance, which by the cold that emanated fromit, he assumed it must be an ice box. There was some food there,quite a few items, among them, a large pot of something that looked like soup. Well, he wasn't about to warm up any soup. He wished Christine were here, she would know what to do. He found some bread, cheese, meat and an odd container of "spread." Upon opening it and tasting with his finger, he decided it must be butter, although it didn't taste as good. He found some silverware and dishes. He made a sandwich and then opened a cabinet with a door which swung out and contained liquor. Interested, he looked at the bottles, mostly wine and brandy. One of the bottles of wine said that it was a vintage from 1960. He blinked, and looked at it again. That must be a misprint. He selected a bottle of brandy, opened it and found a glass. Finally he was ready and brought the items out to the dining room. The chandeliers came on again as he entered.
Raoul sipped at his drink and started to eat. Then he heard the sound of the door and he glanced over at it, to see who was opening it...
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Meg "Oh! La La" Giry
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Post by Meg "Oh! La La" Giry on Mar 30, 2012 8:59:53 GMT -5
Meg had started to become hungry, after a while... Okay, maybe she was starving, but how the hell was she supposed to know where to find food in this godforsaken place?! She wandered the halls, wishing more and more that there was some sort of map that showed her around this place. She became increasingly paranoid she'd never get out of here, and the thought worried her greatly.
Finally, after seemingly walking in circles for what felt like hours, she found a door that was cracked open, light from some sort of an electric lamp flickering through. She saw the ends of a dining table by peering through. Excited, she entered, but stopped short when she saw who was at the other end of the table. She gasped, and almost immediately rolled her eyes. Was everyone here that she knew, it seemed? Next she'd meet her mother on the roof, dazed and confused!
She knew it was the older Vicomte by the wear on his face and the alcohol in his glass, and his clothes were better suited to 1905 than 1885. "Dear me, if it isn't le Vicomte de Chagny," she hegan, testing his memory. She walked forward. "Now what's the last thing you remember before coming here?"
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Raoul Edouard de Chagny
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Post by Raoul Edouard de Chagny on Mar 30, 2012 19:10:12 GMT -5
"Meg! You're here too?" The Vicomte rose out of his seat in the kitchen and met her half way, extending a hand to her. "At last, someone I know..." Raoul took her hands in his and said, "Won't you sit down, Meg? Are you hungry? There's food in the kitchen..." He paused. "Unfortunately there are no servants here , and Christine isn't about. But, I can show you where everything is..." He went to the table, drained the rest of his glass of brandy and opened the kitchen door for her.
"There's some food in the icebox, that metal monstrosity over there..." The Vicomte pointed to the large modern refrigerator. "And I found some brandy and wine in the cabinet. You're welcome to share my bottle if you'd care to. Otherwise, I saw milk in the ice box too. It's in a carton, not a bottle and it says 'milk' on it, so I assumed..."
He stood in the doorway talking, his back holding open the door. "Meg, it's really very good to see you. When I saw you just the other night at Coney Island, I was surprised. You have matured and grown into a lovely woman. I just wish that Christine were here to see you too, considering you were best friends. ...You haven't seen them, have you? Christine and Gustave? I've been looking for them ever since I arrived...and it's only been a day or so really, although I think that I lost some time somewhere..."
"Where and when did I arrive you ask? After disembarking from the ship at Coney Island, perhaps two days ago, Christine and I went to bed in the hotel in New York. We were to see about Christine's singing the following day. I had a difficult time sleeping, I was having bizarre nightmares." Raoul looked at Meg and decided he didn't want to tell her what the nightmares were about and hoped she wouldn't ask. "I looked in on Christine in her room and she was sleeping peacefully. Then I went back to bed and was able to sleep a bit. But upon arising in the morning, or what I assumed was morning, the door to Christine's room only went out into the corridor and she and Gustave were completely gone! Then, I went back into my room, and it had changed...it looked as if 100 years or dirt, dust and grime had settled upon it. The piano was out of tune and everything was in disrepair."
"I then discovered it was evening instead of morning as I had thought it was and I continued to try to find my family. I met several people along the way, but no one I really knew...although a few of them seemed a bit familiar..."
"Sit down, Meg, and eat something. Have a drink, it will calm your nerves, if they are anything like mine...and tell me please, have you come across Christine or Gustave?"
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Post by Meg "Oh! La La" Giry on Mar 31, 2012 8:50:58 GMT -5
Meg was confused by the Vicomte being so talkative, but she chalked it up to the brandy. She laughed as he led her to the kitchen, though she had to admit she was very hungry! She smiled at the Vicomte, unable to get a word in with his bickering, really, though she did manage to say, "Oh, honey, I've never had anyone serve me before, and I don't think I ever will. I've been taking care of myself for over twenty years, so I think I'll manage getting my own food!" she giggled, though he went right back to talking again. She rolled her eyes and stepped further into the kitchen, ready to find some food.
As she rummaged around the strange icebox that held all kinds of food, she listened to him babble. She chose the soup that was currently chilling in a large pot on the bottom shelf. She pulled it out and walked over to the stove with it, uncovering it and smelling it. It was a little awful smelling, but no more than soup usually did when it was cold, and it didn't look more than a day or two old, and if it had been in an icebox, it must have been alright. She looked through the cabinets and found a pot (though its designs were strange, and, dare she say it... futuristic?) to place on the stove, she scooped part of the soup into the pot with a spoon she found as the Vicomte spoke of her matured beauty. She blushed and wanted to murmur a "thank you," before he rattled off talking again. When he spoke of Christine, he wanted to say that she had seen Christine, but again, he wouldn't let her get a word in. She shrugged, sighing as she figured out how to turn on the stove. It seemed she only had to press a button and the flame from the gas flickered on, so she didn't have to use an matches or lights at all.
She shook her head at this surreal place, and stirred the soup calmly. Finally, the Vicomte was answering her question! It seemed as if the events concerning Mister Y had yet to happen to him, and she felt huge relief at this fact. She had (hopefully) successfully steered his younger self away from hunting down her Master, and as of now the elder Vicomte had no idea Meg even knew who he was, much less was in love with the "Angel." She could talk freely about Christine and the events of Coney Island, how she saw them (or rather lied about them to the younger Raoul) without worrying, hopefully. Though of course this Raoul knew that the Angel and the Phantom were the same person, so she had to be cautious.
She smiled as she found a bowl and poured her soup into it, turning off the odd functioning stove and walking toward the dining hall with her soup, after she put the rest of the soup away. "Sounds to me like you're in a real pickle," she said as he finished explaining about his living arrangements and his meetings with other people. "I've met some other folk too, some I knew, some I didn't know. But you're right, they all seemed familiar."
She sat down, waving off the drink ('Only in private, Meg!') and instead going to get a glass of water as he mentioned Christine again. "Yes, I have seen Christine, in the old Opera House on the other side of this place. She was singing, and she was very excited to see me!" she giggled. "I'm sorry, but I haven't seen Gustave. I know how much you're probably worried about him, as I'm sure Christine is too!" she said as she sat back down and began to eat. "My story's similar to yours, but I think I'm from a little bit farther into the future than you, because I've already met Gustave, whereas I probably haven't in your time, according to your story." She shrugged, blowing on the soup and taking a bite. It was delicious, and she wished she could thank whoever had made it, but she had no idea.
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Raoul Edouard de Chagny
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Post by Raoul Edouard de Chagny on Mar 31, 2012 16:27:17 GMT -5
"You've seen Christine...and she was singing in the Opera House? And she was singing...." He paused. Opera House? There's one here? How long ago was it?" Raoul's words came in a flurry, his wish to see his wife was so strong. "I don't know what it is, perhaps she won't want to see me, and yet, perhaps we will be able to patch things up a bit now that that monster is no longer casting his shadow over us..." Then Raoul went pale, "He's not here, is he?"
"And no Gustave..." The Vicomte drained his glass again. He looked downcast at still not being able to locate his son. "I hope he is not lost to us forever...or worse...perhaps that monster has him!" Here he slammed his fist on the table so hard that his empty glass tipped. He righted it immediately.
Then Raoul sat in silence for a moment. "I've been under the impression that if Christine and I meet here, she will be happy to see me again. But she is singing in the Opera House...she generally never sings unless she's happy..."
"Oh, Meg, you've seen her...do you think she wants to see me? I hadn't thought of that possibility before. " The Vicomte paused for a very long time. He poured another brandy and sipped it thoughtfully. Then he looked at Meg. "Meg, you wouldn't lie to me would you?" He looked her straight in the eyes, with a concentrated look, and repleated: "That monster isn't here, is he?"
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Meg "Oh! La La" Giry
Diamonds never sparkle bright, if they aren't set just right
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Post by Meg "Oh! La La" Giry on May 12, 2012 10:58:24 GMT -5
Meg shrugged, blowing on her soup and sipping a bit more. "Oh, it wasn't that long ago, but I'm sure she's left the place by now, probably for one of the rooms in the dormitories. I think it's strange that there are so many bedrooms in this place that aren't at all made for royalty, 'cause this has to be a palace!" She smiled, but then he started to talk about Mister Y...
"I don't know what it is, perhaps she won't want to see me, and yet, perhaps we will be able to patch things up a bit now that that monster is no longer casting his shadow over us... He's not here, is he?"
Meg kept her smile, but it was tight. She doubted the drunkard would notice. "Of course she wants to patch things up! Whatever it is you two are arguing over, you can't possible dwell on it while in this place! You need to stick together! We all do..." she sighed. "And no... No I haven't seen him."
It wasn't exactly a lie. This Vicomte knew her Master as he was at their point in time, on Coney Island. Or at least she thought he did... But she had seen the old master, so she technically wasn't lying. She was pretty tired of doing it, so a little clever question dodging might be a bit easier.
Meg jumped when the Vicomte's fist pounded the table. She picked up her hot soup bowl so it didn't slosh, but the edges were hot, and she almost yelped. She set it back down quickly and eyed him uneasily, brows furrowed. "Geez, Mister Vicomte!" she said as thickly with an American accent as possible. "Hold your horses, there! Gustave's a pretty smart kid, I think, and brave, at least from what I know of him. We'll find him eventually." She tried to ignore the fact that he accused Gustave's actual father of holding him hostage. The thought made the bile in her stomach want to crawl to her mouth.
Meg sighed at how pathetic he was, thinking his wife was happy as she was singing. If only he knew how scared she'd looked to Meg... She might as well tell him. "She wasn't singing because she was happy, she was singing because she was lonely. When I spoke to her, one of the first things she asked me was where you and Gustave were."
"Oh, Meg, you've seen her...do you think she wants to see me? I hadn't thought of that possibility before. "
Meg rolled her eyes. "Come on now! She's worried sick about her son, and actually cares about you! Of course she wants to see you! You're probably the only thing in this place that can actually comfort her, and whatever bad feelings you have between the two of you is probably gone, though only if you let it." She smiled again, nodding. "Trust me. I'm good with these things. My friends always come to me with relationship problems, and this isn't any different." She looked away from him and ate more of her soup.
"Meg, you wouldn't lie to me would you? That monster isn't here, is he?"
Meg's widened, and she almost groaned. Instead, she rolled her eyes again. "Monsieur le Vicomte, I told you I haven't seen him. I have no idea if he is here, in any case, because this place is so goddamn huge and confusing!" she exclaimed. She rubbed her forehead underneath her drooping locks. She realized she probably hadn't bathed in a long time, not since before her last show. She must have looked a mess.
"I'm sorry, it's just... this place is getting to me. Isn't it getting to you?"
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Raoul Edouard de Chagny
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Post by Raoul Edouard de Chagny on May 13, 2012 18:50:27 GMT -5
"If she's here, I shall find her," said Raoul, pouring another drink. "It does seem like there are too many bedrooms for a mere mansion. You're correct, it must be a palace...made for some long ago king, perhaps...and he must have had a lot of servants..." He laughed. Raoul's thoughts were a bit random as he continued drinking.
"So, you're sure you haven't seen that ugly bastard, Meg?" He looked her in the eye. "Do you remember what he looked like unmasked? Did you get a good look when he was on stage? It was more horrifying down in his...lair...yes, a lair, who else would live in a lair but a dangerous animal?" He spit out the words with disdain.
Then Raoul laughed again. "Christine and I...we won't be fighting any more...no, not at all...if that animal isn't here...we will both be just fine..."
Raoul smiled when Meg spoke in an American accent. "Cute," he said, gesturing toward her with his hand upturned and his index finger extended. "You do it well..." Then he frowned. "Gustave...he must be somewhere...and you haven't seen him either? His mother will be devastated...." Then he added, "as of course, I am..."
"This place, wearing on you? Yes, it is quite wearing on me also. I am wearying of it already..."
"And I shall go after Christine to find her and then I shall find Gustave..... I just need a couple more drinks..."
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Meg "Oh! La La" Giry
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Post by Meg "Oh! La La" Giry on May 15, 2012 17:44:09 GMT -5
Meg shrugged. "Whatever this place is, it's like it's ours, now. There only seems to be people who are familiar to me here, but I swear I don't really know most of them. Is it the same for you?" she asked.
When the Vicomte spoke of her Master again, she wanted to slap him. Hard. An "ugly bastard?" A "dangerous animal?" He was neither of those things! He was nothing like the Vicomte described. If only he'd take the time to get to know him... but that wouldn't do for the proud and ignorant noble. The Master was only... misunderstood, too hated to live in the world that was above the Paris Opera House. "I told you, Monsieur le Vicomte, I haven't seen him," she said with a lovely poker face, straight into his eyes. She was really seething inside.
"Christine and I... we won't be fighting anymore... no, not at all... If that animal isn't here... we will both be just fine..."
"That's wonderful," she smiled sweetly, though more harsh words of her Master was lowering her opinion of the Vicomte.
"If you love her, then you should talk to her, tell her how you feel," she offered. She was nearing the end of her bowl of soup, but she felt the conversation wasn't over yet. It might do some good to slow down, so she took a few sips of water.
Meg shook her head when he mentioned Gustave. "No, I haven't seen him, poor thing..." she narrowed her eyes where he couldn't see under her hair, as she remembered who little Gustave's real father was. "The dear thing looks just like you, Monsieur le Vicomte." She smiled again, and dipped her spoon into the warm broth.
"This place is so huge that I'd be surprised if you found them that easy, but I don't think it's impossible." Meg eyed the Vicomte's nearly empty glass with amusement, but she feigned concern. "Though I don't know how far you'll get while drunk, Monsieur, if you don't mind me saying."
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Raoul Edouard de Chagny
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Post by Raoul Edouard de Chagny on May 19, 2012 23:56:11 GMT -5
"Yes. I agree. This place is ours. All ours." The Vicomte paused. "And yes, there are a lot of people I know, but don't know." He laughed. "That doesn't even make sense, but it's true..."
When Meg stated that she had not seen Lenoir, the Vicomte shrugged. "That's a good thing then. Perhaps he is dead. I certainly hope that murderer got what was coming to him."
"Oh, I have talked to Christine time and time again. She gives me that look...that put-upon look. I hate that look. But I think all will be well now. "
The Vicomte looked sad when Meg said she hadn't seen Gustave. "I wish i knew where he was...I can't bear for him to be alone."
"What? Are you calling me drunk? I've only had...one or two drinks or something like that; I'm not at all drunk, just a bit merry, you might say..." He stood up and nearly took the tablecloth with him. His empty glass tipped and rolled to the floor. He smiled. "Oh that shouldn't happen..." He laughed. He went under the table looking for the glass. "I don't think it's here, Meg, can you help me up?" He was on all fours and lifted a hand up. "Meg? Are you there?"
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Meg "Oh! La La" Giry
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Post by Meg "Oh! La La" Giry on Jun 5, 2012 16:32:05 GMT -5
"That's a good thing then. Perhaps he is dead. I certainly hope that murderer got what was coming to him."
Meg's fingers began to turn white. The spoon she was holding might have snapped had she been a man. She continued to smile. "I try not to speak ill of anyone not present, no matter how unkind they may be..."
"Oh, I have talked to Christine time and time again. She gives me that look...that put-upon look. I hate that look. But I think all will be well now. "
Meg rolled her eyes and smirked. "You forget that she's a person too, not just your wife. I know it's not my place, Monsieur, but if you want her to listen to you, perhaps you might try putting yourself in her shoes?" She smiled. "Christine is my best friend. I know her very well, and I know she loves you. But she wants you to really listen to her as well."
When Raoul started acting like the drunkard he was she about slapped her own face, lest she slap his. She rolled her eyes and stood up, taking her bowl and glass with her. She ignored his silliness and proceeded to wash her dishes in the sink. "What's that, Monsieur? Something about not being drunk?" she mused from the kitchen, chuckling before accidentally scalding herself with the hot water that poured out of the faucet. She held the red spot on her hand and stomped her foot, eyes watering. Who knew that hot water was this readily available? She'd have to draw a bath later and soak her troubles away.
When she calmed down and finished putting away her dishes, she came back to find de Chagny still helpless as ever. She sighed. "Commere, you big lug..." she said as she gripped his hand and yanked him to his feet...
... Unfortunately, she misjudged his weight and the force of her pull, and he tumbled on top of her and dragged them both to the floor.
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Post by Raoul Edouard de Chagny on Jun 9, 2012 19:33:05 GMT -5
Raoul was still under the table, having tried to find the glass that had rolled under there. For some reason, he felt rather uncoordinated and he couldn't, for the life of him, figure out how to get up. Meg seemed to be ignoring him, why, he didn't know. Perhaps his drinking was annoying her. Really! Would a grown woman disparage a man for a few drinks?
Finally he saw the glass and pulled himself over to it. It was difficult on the thick Oriental rug.He touched the glass with his fingertips for he was still too far from it to grasp it. All that did was make the glass roll a bit further away. Raoul tried to sit up under the table, but instead hit his head on the bottom of it. "Damn!" he cursed. "Why the hell is this so difficult?"
He tried to get out the way he had come, this time on his back and he only succeeded in getting his legs tangled up in the legs of the chair he had been occupying.
Meg wasn't coming, and Raoul sat back on his elbows. He thought about what she had said, that Christine was a person, not just his wife. She said she was Christine's best friend and knew her well. She thought that Christine loved him. Ha, that was a laugh. She was always so miserable around Raoul and she was always running off to be with her ugly horror. She must have always loved him. Why then, did she go with Raoul? It couldn't be money. It was said that Lenoir was extremely wealthy. It would have made no difference at the time, as far as that was concerned. Of course now, Raoul had lost the family fortune, so the de Chagnys were not wealthy any more. Perhaps that was it...it was the only thing that made sense...otherwise why would she pursue that ugly, old horror of a man?
Raoul kicked the chair away and untangled his feet. The chair fell with a rather loud crash. He attempted to get up again, and again hit his head on the bottom of the table. Then he heard Meg come back.
"Meg? All I need is a hand..." said Raoul, still halfway under the table. Finally she took his hand and helped him to his feet. Unfortunately, he was rather unsteady and when she pulled him reather forcefully, he fell on top of her and they both went to the floor.
It would have been a very awkward position, never mind uncomfortable for Meg, had Raoul been sober. As it was, their faces were almost touching. He smiled. "Well, hello, Meg. Fancy meeting you here..."
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Post by Meg "Oh! La La" Giry on Jun 18, 2012 14:27:13 GMT -5
Meg had found his bumbling under the table amusing. She wasn't laughing now.
She was very, very uncomfortable. The stench of alcohol hit her nose and her tongue with a blast, as close as they were. She flinched in disgust. Brandy only smelled good when it was on your own breath, not someone else's. Not someone this close to you, who wasn't your beau...
The woman swallowed. The Vicomte wasn't even getting up. She was trapped underneath him! If anyone walked in at that moment, they would be sure that he was raping her. If she'd been in New York, this would be a regular night paying her dues. "Well, hello, Meg. Fancy meeting you here..."
Meg raised an eyebrow. 'What was that about not being drunk...?' she thought dryly. She smiled with a touch of sarcasm. "It's been years!" She rolled her eyes, and tried to push him off. She gave up after a moment, realizing his drunken body wasn't going anywhere if he didn't pick himself up himself. She may have had killer strong legs, but when it came to her arms... she was a bit lanky, to be honest.
"What would your wife say if she saw you on top of me, hmm?"
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Post by Raoul Edouard de Chagny on Jun 20, 2012 20:36:13 GMT -5
Still on top of Meg, Raoul was not making a move to remove himself from her. He was rather comfortable until she said, What would your wife say if she saw you on top of me, hmm? That thought was a bit frightening. He could see, in his mind's eye, Christine coming in the room, screaming and then taking a broom to them both. Or worse, simply standing there aghast. Actually he wasn't sure what she'd do. It had never happened before, at least he couldn't remember it, if it had. He pushed himself off of Meg and rolled onto his back.
Holding on to the chair, Raoul sat up, and finally stood. He held on to the table and reached a hand to Meg. He noted that she looked somewhat angry, at least that's what it looked like to him. "Sorry. Didn't mean to hurt you. It must have been an accident."
"Have you found your suite of rooms yet? I don't seem to remember if I took you there. Or maybe you'd like to see mine?" Raoul looked a bit confused. "What would you care to do, Meg? I suppose we should leave..." He walked unsteadily toward the door and held it open for her.
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Post by Meg "Oh! La La" Giry on Jun 30, 2012 12:24:10 GMT -5
Meg thanked God above when he rolled away from her, sitting up clumsily and at least trying to stand correctly. She almost had to laugh when he held a hand out to her, because if she knew drunkards she knew they often liked to repeat themselves, and would be tumbling down on top of her again with his "poise" and "grace." Still, she was wearing a skirt, and didn't want to crawl to her feet in the prescense of a noble, no matter how much the noble was disliked, so she took his hand, and surprisingly was led to her feet. "Sorry. Didn't mean to hurt you. It must have been an accident."
She sighed, shaking her head. "It's alright, honey. I sure know about those 'accidents,' believe you me..." She ran a hand through her hair (which she realized was a little dirty and matted, unfortunately; she did so hate to be unclean), and twirled on lock around her finger. "Though if I were you I'd best keep the drinking away from the accidents. They're bound to cause more trouble than you of all people need!" She laughed, folding one arm over the elbow of the arm twirling the hair, and leaning on her left foot.
"Or maybe you'd like to see mine?"
Meg blinked, and laughed a bit harder. "I don't know about me, but for you that seems highly inappropriate, Mister Vicomte." She smirked, and shrugged when he asked her what she wanted to do. "I dunno... I don't really have anything to do in this old place. My room's a little boring, and the technology's a little confusing. And you are a little drunk..." she continued as she walked to the door with him. "But you know, drunks can be fun if they're in the right mood, so let's say you and me have a bit of fun, huh?"
She twirled out the door and into the hall. "I hear there's a village down the road... You look like you could use some new clothes, and I could use a new hairdo. What do you say we skedaddle, hop in a motorcar and head to town, hmm?" Meg was flirting a little, but she always did so. She really just wanted some company, and it seemed as if this guy would never go away... and maybe she could try to convince him, subtly, of Mister Y's greatness.
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Raoul Edouard de Chagny
You need the man you knew back here beside you?
You need the man you knew back here beside you?
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Post by Raoul Edouard de Chagny on Jul 2, 2012 17:17:31 GMT -5
Raoul was a bit put off when she kept referring to him as a drunk. It wasn't all that obvious, was it? And even so, she didn't have to keep saying it. However, he rather liked how she called him honey, even though it was a bit familiar, it felt nice. Then she told him to keep the drinking away from the accidents. He had no idea what she was talking about. It probably didn't matter. She was rather going on. He liked to hear her talk. She had a pleasant voice.
He also wondered why it was inappropriate to show her his suite of rooms, but maybe she thought he meant something more. It was nothing more than an invitation to look at his suite of rooms. Well, that would probably be boring anyway.
Then she said that drunks could be fun and that she'd like to have some fun too. He knew he wasn't thinking completely clearly, but he couldn't for the life of him figure out what she meant. But he was game. "Yes, let's have a little fun then. " He smiled at her.
He followed her out into the hall, but the swinging door hit him a bit in the bum and he turned to catch the door before it did that again. He stopped its swinging and whispered to the door, "Don't do that!"
He turned to hear Meg speaking again. He walked after her trying to hear what she had to say and keep his balance at the same time.
"So let me get this straight, Meg. I need new clothes and you need a new hairdo. And we can remedy this by getting in what was that...a motorcar? And going to town?" He looked slightly puzzled. "Is it magic?"
He paused and blinked his eyes, as if to sort out his thoughts which weren't making too much sense. "I don't know how to run a motorcar, Meg, but I would be willing to learn...and Iwould love to go to the village..."
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