Walt Disney Pictures Presents ( Christine Svenna )

[Raoul de Chagny]

Raoul walked down the hallways of the manor silently. It was the first time he had ventured outside of his room other than his frequent trips to the kitchen and dining hall for meals and some trips to the library. He figured that now was a good a time as ever to explore the manor. He needed to know where everything inside the building was before he could ever hope to go outside of it.

He knew now that they were in England. Knowing where they were helped, but it did little to solve the mystery of how they had gotten here. Christine was convinced that Erik had brought them here. While it made sense for him to have kidnapped her, he didn’t understand why the man would drag him here as well. After all, he had every reason to think that he wanted him dead. He had, after all, tried to kill him so that he would have Christine to himself.

Erik may have been a genius, but still…how he had done all this was unfathomable. He could not have been passed out for more than a few moments, otherwise he would have drowned. And he knew that no one could have brought him here unless he was unconscious, otherwise he would have remembered. None of this made the slightest bit of sense. He was hoping to find some answers through exploring the manor—maybe he could even meet the presumed owner, this Leverich fellow.

In any case he soon found himself standing in an empty room aside from a few plush chairs, a sofa, and an odd looking black box in the front of the room. Curious, he walked over to the box and examined a few buttons. Everything was written in English. There was a button labeled ‘power’ and two below the word ‘volume’—one with an arrow that pointed up and another pointing down. Next to the box he found a rectangular object with similar buttons on it. He pressed the power button on a whim and scrambled backward as the box lit up with sound and color. The young man tilted his head to the side in amazement. There were people in the box speaking. They didn’t seem to notice him, but were talking about the weather and pointing to a map. He stood up and then sat down on the sofa, watching the talking box in silent wonder.

[Christine Svenna Daaé]

((Are we putting this before Westley and Blondie go to town or after?))

Christine had been wandering about the manor for some time, re-acquainting herself with the different parts of the manor with Raoul had shown her lest she forget them as well as exploring new parts. She found that the best way to hold things in her memory was to repeat them over and over, both in her mind and in her action. She recalled the basic parts of the manor quite well: the opera house where she had first arrived there, the dormitories, the dining room and kitchen, and the way out to the road leading to town and to the garden.

She was dressed father simply that day: a white blouse with a purple bustle skirt and white gloves. She wore her hair down as usual and wore no jewelry. After all, there was no point in dressing up if she had nowhere to go. Her black high-button heeled boots made a soft clopping noise as she walked, her steps alternating between swift at times when she was going down a long hall with not much to see, and other times slow and lingering as she paused a moment to look out a window or at some sort of painting of tapestry. She wasn't exactly an “connoisseur of fine art,” but she did like looking at pretty pictures.

She had been wandering about the manor for a couple of hours when she came across a hall she had not been down before. Making careful note of where she was so that she could find her way back afterward, she turned down the hall to explore this newly-discovered wing of the manor. It was after a couple more minutes of walking that she noticed a door which was partially open and so she went over to investigate.

Upon entering the room, she saw several plush chairs, a sofa, a few other furnishings (some everyday and a few quite bizarre) and sitting there in the room was a man with blonde hair and a fair mustache. The man seemed to be staring at one of the more unusual furnishings in the room – a black box with a glass screen on the front of it and metal wires of sorts jutting in opposite directions from the top of it. On the screen of the box, people moved across and were talking. Christine had never seen such a thing before in her life and stared at it for a moment before returning her attentions to the man sitting there in the room.

“Hello there,” she said, coming closer and trying to be polite. She hadn't met anyone yet in the manor that she had not met previously, which she was still in Paris. That was, until then. “do you mind if I sit as well? I've been walking for quite some time now...” Before waiting for the man to respond, she walked over and flopped down on the sofa next to him, staring at the box briefly before looking at him again. “My name is Christine. Christine Svenna Daaé. And you, Monsieur?”

[Raoul de Chagny]

( OOC: Before I believe--since it's before the Destler thread. )

Raoul looked up in surprise when he saw the auburn-haired woman enter the room. She looked familiar—it took him a while to place who she reminded him of. Then he at last remembered the woman at the Easter Vigil. It wasn’t the same woman, but their resemblance was quite uncanny. However this woman seemed younger and livelier. He stood up as was custom when a woman entered the room. She asked him if it was alright to sit, but sat down before he even had a chance to answer. The poor man nodded confusedly. “Y-yes by all means, mademoiselle.”

He was surprised at the way she sat—it was very similar to how he or other men would sit normally. In fact he had never seen a woman sit like that in his life. But what surprised him even more was when she introduced herself as Christine Daaé. That name wasn’t common at all…what was going on here? Christine—the real Christine—had a theory that they were actors hired by Erik to confuse them. He stood there in awe for a few moments before bowing slightly and replying, “It is nice to meet you, Mademoiselle Daaé…I am Raoul de Chagny.”

“I…I don’t suppose you’re a resident of this manor, are you, mademoiselle?” he asked. He had never seen her before, but then again he had never seen a lot of people who were apparently also here. In any case he was concerned that she claimed to have the same name as his fiancée.

[Christine Svenna Daaé]

Christine laughed a little when the man called her 'Mademoiselle'. “Oh, please, Monsieur. Don't worry about formalities. We're not at work, so there's really no need for it.” She had grown accustomed to being called 'Miss Daaé' around the opera, in rehearsals and when addressing the managers and such, but it really felt a bit awkward outside of such situation. But then an expression of utter confusion crossed her face. Did he say Raoul de Chagny?... And then it hit her. Raoul had told her that there were other people in this place who claimed to be them. This must have been one of them. Funny though. Everyone who knew Raoul knows that he doesn't have a mustache. That was just silly! “Oh!' she exclaimed when she realized as much. “I understand now; Raoul explained everything to me. Hmmm... Let's see here... I know! I shall call you Vincent. So how are you today, Vincent?”

She laughed a little when he asked her if she were a resident of the manor. “As of about....” she paused, thinking for a moment. “Two weeks ago, yes. And you? I would assume that you're not, considering that you just asked me if I were, but you never know.” She shrugged and then looked at the screen again. “What is it?”

[Raoul de Chagny]

Raoul hesitated when the woman assured him that he didn’t have to call her ‘mademoiselle.’ It made him a little uncomfortable as he was only on a first name basis with his sisters and Christine—his soon-to-be wife Christine. Then again those were the only women he really had a reason to talk to. “Well, then it’s nice to meet you, Christine.” he repeated, this time using her first name and smiling shyly. His expression changed from one of nervousness to confusion as she mentioned ‘Raoul’ explaining everything to her—but then he once again recalled the letters. Christine had said she had met a few men who claimed to be him.

Vincent? He found it odd that she was just out of the blue assigning him a name, but he did not argue with her and simply accepted it. “I’m doing quite well, thank you for asking. And you?” He shook his head when she asked him if he was from the manor, and then stated that she would think that he wasn’t. “You are correct, made-Christine. I’ve only been here for a short time myself…and I have no idea how I arrived here in the first place to be quite honest.” He glanced at her when she asked him another question, baffled for a moment before realizing she was referring to the object in front of them. “I’m not quite sure…I just turned it on and it started talking. I’m afraid I don’t know what it’s called…”

[Christine Svenna Daaé]

“Oh, I'm doing splendidly! Thank for asking. You know, this place is pretty big. I'm just beginning to explore of all, but I don't think that I'm anywhere even close to seeing the whole thing yet. The Hallways are very pretty though, wouldn't you agree? With all of the windows, ad pictures, and stuff hanging on the walls...”

She stopped her talking for a moment and listened as the man explained that he had only been here for a short while now, and how he had absolutely no idea as to exactly how he had come here. “Oh, I most certainly know the feeling, Vincent, but it's wonderful to know that we're not alone in this place, no? I was lucky enough that Raoul found me when I first arrived, otherwise I know for a fact I would have been scared out of my wits,” she said with a bit of a breathless chuckle. It was quite true – had Raoul not been there when she first awoke in the Opera House, she likely would have gone into a complete panic, but seeing a familiar face there and having him explain to her all he knew of the situation had put her very much at ease. Honestly, she was even beginning to like it here...

Christine looked at the box again and stared at it a moment, thinking. “Hellooooooooo,” she said, waving at the people in the box. There was no response. “Hmm.... Oh! This must be one of those 'television' things Raoul told me about. It's like a telephone, but you ca see the people too. But they can't see or hear you. And they say all sorts of crazy things.... Oh!” She spotted a small black button-covered box. “This must be the remote thingy. It changes what you see on the box.” And she pressed a button and the screen changed to a different picture. “See?”

[Raoul de Chagny]

“It is, isn’t it? I tend to get lost a lot…” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. He was still trying to figure out just where everything was within the manor. To him it was important to get his bearings before even seriously thinking about trying to find a way to get back home. They had no idea of exactly where they were, and before venturing outside the manor’s walls he wanted to see what he could find inside before looking for clues in the village.

Raoul nodded when the woman commented on how fortunate it was that there were other people there besides themselves. “Yes, quite lucky…” He didn’t want to think of what it would be like if Christine weren’t here. She had said both verbally and in her letters that during the time he wasn’t present in the manor, she had missed him terribly—and clearly it was true, considering the fact that when he found her she had just decided to take her own life, to his horror. But now she was safe and they would figure out this mess together. This Christine’s statement threw him off when she said that ‘Raoul’ had found her—but then he remembered what his fiancée had said about actors. Was she the wife of the man he had met? No, that couldn’t be, since she had given her name as Daaé. How many hims were there?

He looked at the ‘television’ when she explained what it was. It was indeed talking—like a telephone—but apparently it had pictures as well as sound. However the conversation was one-sided—the people on the television apparently could not hear or see them. She then went on to show him an object called a remote and watched as the picture changed. It was so strange yet…amazing at the same time. “Incredible…”

[Christine Svenna Daaé]

(( XDDD Westley...))

Christine stared at the television for a moment at the people talking. Nothing they were saying really caught her interest at all and so she gave a paw, staring at it a bit longer before deciding that she was bored with the thing. “Well. Enough of that.” She pressed the buttons on the remote again, changing it several times, still not satisfied. She began to change faster and faster, the screen flashing with colors as channel after channel appeared before their eyes until finally, she stopped. Something o that screen had caught her attention.

There was a little fish that had just dropped into the water from some sort of a ship it had seemed, and the fish began to swim away. She wasn't sure why, but she found the concept extremely fascinating for some reason. Unlike the things they had seen previously on the television, this looked more like moving paintings rather than photographs. It was.... beautiful... music began to play and more strange and fascinating underwater lie could be seen that Christine could not even begin to try to name. The music crescendoed as the sea creature moved more abundantly and rapidly, until suddenly there could be seen strange shadows of creatures that resembled both fish.... and humans.... It was at this point that a beautiful golden underwater palace flashed upon the screen that all of the fish people seemed to be headed toward, and a title came up. The Little Mermaid...