What Is This Place?! (OPEN)

[Mister Y]

Erik gasped. Shooting upward from the chaise he was laying on, he got to his feet, only to feel woozy and sit back down again. When the feeling subsided, he pushed himself to his feet again, looking around the sitting room. "Christine?! Christine, where are you?!"

He'd been there, right there! Just outside her balcony, watching her as she walked back into the room! But now...now she was gone, nowhere to be found, and he had no idea where he was...

He was in a comfortably cluttered sitting room. It was a pale shade of green, with matching furniture placed at intervals around the walls. He'd been laying on a chaise in front of the window...but how did he get there?! Who'd taken him?! Why was he here?! Questions filled his mind as he frantically paced in front of the mantle. If he was here, then Christine can't be here as well...she had to still be in her hotel room in New York. He made a little noise of frustration, halfway between a grunt and a sob. Now he'd never get the chance to tell her that he was alive...that he was still there for her, that he wanted her back, how much he missed her and loved her, even after all these years...

Pacing back and forth like an angry tiger, he tried to think how this whole mishap could've occurred, and how he could get back to Coney Island without encountering too much trouble.

[maria]

The Opera was not going to fix itself, as she had dressed in hurriedly in a basic Edwardian blouse with long sleeves and these pants made for women called denim jeans. She'd heard of the amazing fabric called denim but never had she seen them made for women! They felt incredible! Though she did feel a little like they showed her legs but she didn't care really, they were handy and great for this project of working on the Opera. In the lace-up boots, almost like a Victorian boot with a rather low heel. Pulled her hair back and braided it somewhat loosely and tied it off with a blue ribbon.

She made her way from her quarters in haste. As she passed by a sitting room she heard someone cry out someone's name. Stopping she, back tracked and came to the door to hear someone was on the other side.
Knocking she slowly entered the room, "Hello?" Her eyes befell upon the man and her brows rose as she looked him up and down. "Well, that's a rather fancy outfit for you to wear, isn't it, Mister Lenoir? I thought you were at the Opera already?" Rather bewildered as she placed her hands upon her hips.

[Mister Y]

Erik turned at the sound of a female voice. "Excuse me? Lenoir?" He was puzzled. Just where the hell was he? Striding over to the girl, he stood with a straight, stiff posture. He still wasn't quite comfortable around people, not even after creating a theme park dedicated to the amusement of people from all over the world. He always was a bit elusive, really.

Collecting his utmost bravery, he spoke to her again. "Do you...do you happen to know where I am? Or why I am here?" H voice was snappy, overcompensating for the utter panic he was feeling inside. He was trying hard not to pace and call out for Christine more. Perhaps this woman knew what was going on?

[maria]

By no means was she really thinking this was highly amusing this little charade. Slightly raising her brows as she watched him even as he moved closer to her. Looking up at him, a bit bewildered somewhat. He did look a little different but, not by much. Most likely it was just the change in clothes that threw her off.

Raising her brows as she stood there, her hands upon her hips. Was he serious? Or was he simply playing a game with her? If so, it wasn't funny.
"Mister Lenoir. If I may help you recall that it was you who found and rescued me from the cellars and tunnels below." Looking at him oddly, "What are you playing at? If you are trying to upset me, it's not working." Pausing, she let her arms drop at her side and turned back to the door partially. "Besides, it's a nice act. Are you planning to use that for an Opera? Of which we do have to get back to if you want it back up and running soon. The restoration will take some time, remember?"

[Mister Y]

"Restoration?" Erik gave her a confused look. "No, no, no, wait. Who the hell are you? I've never met you before!" Her strange attire confused him, and her whole manner was....bold.

"Where am I! I have business to attend to, a park to run, and several shows to manage! This is a waste of my time!" Oh dear....Erik was snapping at her out of stress, not anger. But he knew she wouldn't see that...

[maria]

Frozen where she was by the door, gazing back at him with such a stunned look it was enough to hear a pin drop. "Have you forgotten who I am already? Maria Christianne Minuet Gianelli! I told you my name when you brought me up from the Tunnels and Cellars."

Squinting to look at him. "Are you alright, Mister Lenoir?" She stepped away from the door to walk slowly towards him, keeping that narrowed eye look. Studying him and coming to a slow realization that... he looked a lot like Lenoir... it this man was NOT Lenoir!
How was it possible? Did Lenoir have a twin? She was wide-eyed and stunned at the uncanny resemblance in her eyes. But now... she saw the differences. This man before her was indeed older. She could have swore it was Lenoir. "I am so sorry!" Bring up her hand to her mouth for just a second as it trailed to her chin. "It's uncanny! You look just like another man here!"

[Mister Y]

Erik straightened. She'd realized her mistake. GOOD. "Well, I must say, whoever this Lenoir fellow is, I must talk to him...I haven't used the name Lenoir for a good ten years." Erik walked over to her, staring at her. Her strange attire, her hands, her face, her eyes...

"Just as well that you mistook me. Does this Lenoir fellow know anyone who can tell me the way out of here? It is imperative that I get back to Coney Island...I was in the middle of something VERY important." Christine...Christine, oh his dear Christine....He'd never be able to tell her if he couldn't get back. She'd never know he was alive! What was he to do...? In anxiety, he rubbed the left half of his face. Bringing his fingers to the bridge of his nose, he pinched it, hoping perhaps this Lenoir fellow WOULD know someone who could get him back to Coney.

[maria]

His words completely bewildered her and it showed upon her face. Looking at him like he was crazy or insane at the very least. Or was it she who had lost it?
Her mouth opened as though to respond but nothing came from those lips. Instead there was only that confused look.

"You're from New York?" Her surprise and delight was apparent in her voice. Removing the confusion and her previous thought of telling him whether Lenoir knows a way out of the Manor or not.

"I'm sure we can find Mister Lenoir. You can talk to him."

[Mister Y]

"Well I'm not directly from New York. But I live there now." Erik's hands trembled. He was anxious, over-excited, and he needed to calm down. He'd get angry, or depressed, or something of the same caliber. He'd hate to lose his composure in front of the woman, especially after he'd just met her.

"I'd love to talk to the man as soon as possible. I...I'm quite determined to return to Coney Island. I need to get back....I need to get back..." He was repeating himself....oh dear...that was usually a sign that he was going through trauma...He hated it when he could calculate his own instabilities. Most people with such problems were just blissfully ignorant of their conditions. Why couldn't it be the same with him? He sighed, tapping his fingers lightly against the side of his leg. As long as he kept himself busy somehow, he'd be fine....he could usually cope as long as he was multitasking.

[maria]

She began to deduce in her head that perhaps Lenoir and this man were brothers. Twin brothers perhaps. Made sense since they looked so much a like. Even wore the same strange half mask.

Nodding slowly, never taking her eyes off him. "Of course," looking at him strangely and tried not to let it show how slightly disturbed she was by his behavior. Not at all uncomfortable but he was a little bit too eccentric in her opinion. But then again, if he was related to Lenoir, it would make perfect sense! She slightly smirked at how these two were so alike. No doubt they will confuse the hell out of those here.

"Well," she paused a moment, apparently thinking. "You can stay here in this room and I can go find him. Or you can come with me and we can go look for him. Which do you prefer?" Raising her brows ever so slightly as she waited for his reply.

[Mister Y]

"I...perhaps I should look for him on my own time? I shouldn't stay here for too long, and I'd prefer to find someone who knows a way out." Erik nodded a little. He hated to seem curt or rude, but he had to get out as soon as possible. He didn't have the time to go looking for strange men who resembled him and bore the same name. It was indeed too strange for words, but he needed to move if he was to find Christine again. His poor Christine....

He was stuck here, and she was over on Coney, wherever that was in relation to here....New York....as compared to this little layer of hell. In order to get back though, he had to desert the woman, find the door to this place, and find the nearest source of transportation. Wherever that might be. He strolled over to the door, past the woman. "I apologize for having to leave you so soon, but it's important that I get out of here. I...I was in the middle of something too important to let slip away..."

[maria]

Maria was rather baffled and it showed upon her face, unable to say a word in response to his apparent overly anxious need to get back to where ever he was from. Maria came to the understanding, with Lenoir's explanation, that people come to the Manor, but no one leaves that Manor!

"You will have to talk to Lenoir. He's been here nearly longer than the rest of us," she kept that rather stunned appearance and remained where stood as he moved past her. This man was utterly strange but he was almost no different than when she arrived here. Lenoir explained that people often are frightened and emotional when they first arrive here. So many mysteries that had yet to be discovered.

[Mister Y]

Lenoir....there was that name again....Erik walked over to her, taking both of her hands and looking her straight in the eyes. "Do you know where I might perhaps find this Monsieur Lenoir?" Erik let go of her hands, sighing slightly. Was he ever going to get back to New York....?

Adjusting his mask slightly, he turned to the woman, looking her up and down. He certainly hoped she knew where Lenoir was....it would be very helpful to him. And what of Christine...? Was she still in New York? Depending on where he was, he might have been out for days and Christine might have gone home....

Oh dear....if she had gone home, he'd never be able to find her again. He wouldn't have another chance to speak with her...

[maria]

Watching the man's reaction and his anxiety which would not help him any nor calm her own nerves. Raising her brows while looking at him when he took up her hands. My goodness, he was bold! What ever did he plan to accomplish by doing this? Well, it was now apparent he wished to convey his urgency whatever it may be.

"I'm sure he's somewhere here in the Manor. He's always seen wandering about." Not sure where exactly he was. She would never know that- Wait....
"Could try in the Opera first. He's trying to fix it up." Wondering if she should take this man to the Opera or at least attempt to find Lenoir.
Motioning to the door,"Do you want me to show you?"