Chris - [His voice is hoarse, and he lets out a rattling cough, ducking his head out of polite habit. Let's try that again.] Christine!!
[This Petty Pace]
[Being a rich, pampered young man from the 1880's, it's safe to say that Raoul has not ever had to cook for himself beyond pouring something to drink. If you come into the kitchen, you'll briefly see him staring down the microwave before turning to look at you and quickly walking over.]
Excuse me. Would you happen to know how to operate the...metal box? [He promptly holds up a Hot Pocket, still in its wrapper.] I've been told this is food that can be cooked quickly, and I would like to eat it.
[Break A Leg]
[Okay what fresh hell is this. Raoul watches the video playing, an eyebrow raised, scoffing and gesturing in confusion.]
What is this - foolish thing? This would never happen. Nothing happening in these images could ever exist!
[He laughs, thinly and lightly. It's not clear if he really thinks the video is stupid or that he's trying very hard to convince himself it's fraud. Someone's gotta give him a good nudge back into reality.]
[Curtain]
[The victim wasn't someone Raoul particularly cared for, at least privately. You don't make that sort of thing public in tense situations, lest you want to be accused of murder - and let it be said that a Viscount did not stoop to such a low as to stab a person in the back in the dark. He was no Phantom with schemes and machinations, he had honor! Common decency!
He knew, however, that the victim had friends in their number. Friends who would be upset. If you knew this victim, there's a knock on your door. Will you answer?]
[Cue Music]
Give up on Christine...?
[Uh-oh. Hear that music swelling in the background, buddy? It means that you just suggested something to Raoul that has given him Feels to Sing About.]
Why, I could never! Not for all the time on earth - I would do absolutely anything for her! All she'd ask of me is to love her, but I'd scale mountains and topple tyrants! I...I would...
[He bows his head, and...]
Love of mine, Someday she will die, But I'll be close behind, I'll follow her into the dark...
[Oh boy. Someone calm him down please - or sing along, if you know how that kind of love feels.]
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[This is not the Opéra Populaire. It takes a few moments for Raoul to realize this, his mind hazy and his chest still burning, his neck still aching from the Punjab lasso - but once he does, he's up on his feet, half stumbling and half barging through his dressing room door. He grips the doorknob like it's the only thing keeping him upright, and looks wildly around.]
Chris - [His voice is hoarse, and he lets out a rattling cough, ducking his head out of polite habit. Let's try that again.] Christine!!
[This Petty Pace]
[Being a rich, pampered young man from the 1880's, it's safe to say that Raoul has not ever had to cook for himself beyond pouring something to drink. If you come into the kitchen, you'll briefly see him staring down the microwave before turning to look at you and quickly walking over.]
Excuse me. Would you happen to know how to operate the...metal box? [He promptly holds up a Hot Pocket, still in its wrapper.] I've been told this is food that can be cooked quickly, and I would like to eat it.
[Break A Leg]
[Okay what fresh hell is this. Raoul watches the video playing, an eyebrow raised, scoffing and gesturing in confusion.]
What is this - foolish thing? This would never happen. Nothing happening in these images could ever exist!
[He laughs, thinly and lightly. It's not clear if he really thinks the video is stupid or that he's trying very hard to convince himself it's fraud. Someone's gotta give him a good nudge back into reality.]
[Curtain]
[The victim wasn't someone Raoul particularly cared for, at least privately. You don't make that sort of thing public in tense situations, lest you want to be accused of murder - and let it be said that a Viscount did not stoop to such a low as to stab a person in the back in the dark. He was no Phantom with schemes and machinations, he had honor! Common decency!
He knew, however, that the victim had friends in their number. Friends who would be upset. If you knew this victim, there's a knock on your door. Will you answer?]
[Cue Music]
Give up on Christine...?
[Uh-oh. Hear that music swelling in the background, buddy? It means that you just suggested something to Raoul that has given him Feels to Sing About.]
Why, I could never! Not for all the time on earth - I would do absolutely anything for her! All she'd ask of me is to love her, but I'd scale mountains and topple tyrants! I...I would...
[He bows his head, and...]
Love of mine,
Someday she will die,
But I'll be close behind,
I'll follow her into the dark...
[Oh boy. Someone calm him down please - or sing along, if you know how that kind of love feels.]