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[ There's a brief silence before a child's voice comes through the communicator. ]

Whoa! This... this doesn't look like home. Is this a story...? But I didn't write anything like...

[ Footsteps echo. ]

Mum? Dad? Charon...? Raetsel....?

What the... Why's there something heavy in my...

[ A loud tapping follows, and a bit of static - he seems to have found the device and started poking at it. ]

What's this thing? I've never seen anything like it... I bet Charon could tell me!

[ He suddenly sounds almost elated. ]

Wooooow! Just wait 'til they all see this place!

[ And the footsteps break into a run as the feed cuts. ]

[ ooc: Haven't done this to him in a long while, so have an age-reversed, angst-less 5-6 year old Fakir! With living parents and 100% more happy! I'll probably keep him like this for both days. And yeah, he's just run off from the Opera Abandoned courtyard. >>; ]

[ There's a faint sound of footsteps that break the silence - they're slow and careful. And if you listen closely, you might hear light breathing.

The footfalls continue - echoing almost eerily through the silence.

Then the footsteps suddenly stumble, drowned out by a growl of annoyance - and then a muffled curse. ]

Stupid candle...

[ Rapid steps flood the sound receiver. ]

I don't know what the hell these statue things are supposed to be, but---GEH. Another one?

[ There's a sound like a strike of a match, and the steps continue, the young man's breathing increasing in intensity. After a few frantic moments, the footsteps finally slow again. ]

Ahiru...? Rue? Chrono? Shader? ...Anyone?

[ His voice both echoes through the room he's in as well as reaching the communicator. ]

Dammit, where is everyone? It's way too quiet here. ...I don't like this.

[ And the voice feed cuts. ]

[ ooc: Affected. Searching the Opera House for other residents. The only one he's heard from was Cain, so he got worried and went out to look for them. >>; His glaring seems to have a new use, at least! ...Anyway, all replies will be by audio. He's currently having staring contests with a few statues. ]

This again?

...The City never gets sick of this annoying curse, does it.

You overenthusiastic screaming idiots know the rules by now. Stay out of the Opera House.

I'm really tired of dealing with this.

[ ooc: Anything goes! :D ]

Another of those random repeat curses, huh. So many children this time around. ...Hn. I suppose it's better than the less pleasant things that have already happened this month. But with this City, the worst is likely yet to come.

[ Filtered to Cain // Unhackable ]

...Thanks for the help in protecting the Opera House. It's good to know that there are some people that I can count on.

I don't know entirely what it is that Aion is after. Although he knows about-- But we should definitely stay on our guard. He's certainly shown that he'll go out of his way to cause trouble.

[ /Filter ]

[ Private to Ahiru // Unhackable ]

I was wondering if-- Don't take this the wrong way, but--

Are you... occupied with anything this evening?

[ /Private ]

[ ooc: All strikes in the entry are obliterated. Everything regarding Cain and Aion is connected to a recent action log between the three. ]

What the HELL, City? People rotting and zombies attacking citizens isn't enough from before and this year you're--

Goddamnit, this is turning out to be a troublesome and disturbing month yet again.

The Opera House is staying locked up and thoroughly guarded until this damn curse is over with. Don't even try breaking in or I will make sure that you pay for it.

Ahiru, stay OFF of the network until further notice. And both you and Rue... please don't be affected-- stay inside at all costs.

I'll remain on patrol until at least midnight. Then hopefully this will be over with.

[ ooc: Strikes hackable if you try. ]

There. Finally. Finally finished. Finally polished and presentable. The entrance hall looks much nicer - and cleaner than before. Dustandjunkeverywheresobloodyannoying. I get aggravated all over again just thinking of it.

Rue! Rue! Have you settled in all right? Do you need anything? What do you need? Tell me right away!

I've done my rounds already. About ten times. I should probably do another one soon, just in case. So little time. Not enough hours in the day.

Is there anything else that needs to be done? I feel oddly motivated and energetic? today. I need more things to do. I can't sit down for a minute without getting damn restless.

I'll make a trip to the grocery store! I'm sure we need it by now. AnyonefromtheOperaneedanything? If you do hurry it up and make a list or something! I can't wait around all night. There's so many more things to take care of, dammit!

[ ooc: Caffeine cursed. He drinks coffee regularly as it is, but since caffeine content is upped extremely with this curse, he's pretty uh... out there. And probably kind of scary if you've seen him running around the Opera like a madman all day. Attention span is also quite short. And as for speech if you've spoken with him, he's talking quite fast and possibly hard to follow, as well. >>; Opera residents are free to notice that a lot of things have been done (ranging from cleaning, to rearranging things, to any oddity you can think of). ]

I've checked the Hall of the Missing after a long and fruitless search, and it seems that Rue has gone home.

It's better this way, of course. She was miserable here without Mytho. But even so... Damn City. Neither Ahiru or I even got the opportunity to say goodbye. Or wish her well.

Cain, with the current circumstances, if you would be willing - would you mind handling some of Rue's responsibilities? I'll deal with the ballet and performance-related things. However, as far as housing here at the Opera goes, it would be better to get a second opinion from someone trustworthy.

In the event that Rue returns with... memories intact at some point, then things will go back to how they were before.

And Ahiru, this should go without staying, but stay away from the beer. There's plenty of bottled liquids in the refrigerator to hold over for this stupid curse.

[ ooc: Missing his sister, but isn't going to openly say that. >>; ]

[  Various muffled banter and laughing can be heard in the background, along with the clinking of glasses. A grumbling young man's voice then cuts through it, drowning out the others. ]

Funny, innit? Jus' when ya think yur'a startin' te get used ter this damn place. Disturbin' a thought as tha is.

[ There's a pause as he takes a swig from his glass, which he then immediately bangs the glass down on the counter with a loud THUNK. ]

Then ya find out somethin'--somethin' you can' even 'member--

[ The voice then turns distinctly bitter and raises in volume. ]

Bloody goddamnin' stup'd curshes--!

[ He emits a noise not unlike a growl. ]

Yuuuu can't take tha from me, you damn'ble city. I won' let ya. HAH. I'll forget it all ov'r AGAIN. How you like tha'? [ There's a chuckle, but absolutely no mirth in it. ] It'll be like it neeeeeev'rrrrrrr bloody ev'n HAPPN'D.

[ The last  slurred word is accented by a distinct SMASH of breaking glass -- followed by a different - and very angry voice in the background. Fakir's voice scoffs and a hand slaps something metalic down on the counter. ]

Thas' fer all tha drinksh. I ain't payin' fer yer stupid glash. Ge' over it.

[ The other voice protests and the background noise gets louder, now a mix of something like an angry buzzing mixed with murmurs of excitement. ]

Oi, you wanna figh'? Is tha' it? Over yer mushty ol' glass? I ain' payin' fer it. DEAL WIT' IT.

[ Something clatters to the floor and the transmission cuts. ]

[ ooc: So. Ahiru dropped the bomb about something Fakir forgot with his last return to the City. He didn't take it well. Went into some kind of shock. And then decided he wanted to forget it, and that the best way to do that was to get piss drunk. He's posting from the bar - at which he's broken a glass, knocked a chair over, and is trying to pick a fight with the bartender over not paying for the busted glass. XD; Anyone who wants to have been in the bar at the time, feel free to witness this. ]

[ Static quickly clears and a loud 'beep' issues from the device, followed by a rather aggravated man's voice. ]

--hiru! Where the hell is my coffee? 

Don't dawdle on that stack of publishing requests that was left on your desk this morning, either. Those need to be signed and stamped as soon as possible. And when you're finished with that, see me. There are more matters that need attending to.

Rue, how are things on your end? Ahead of schedule? At least I can usually count on you to be fast and efficient. It must run in the family.

[ The tapping of fingers upon a wood surface can be heard, followed by a frustrated sigh and sharp muttering. ]

I was expecting that important shipment by no later four this afternoon. What the devil could those idiots be doing? If I have to wait until Monday, there's going to be hell to pay.

[ Feed turns off with a click. ]

[ ooc: Bossy boss Fakir is bossy. And impatient. He thinks he's the head of a publishing company. >>; Opera residents will find that one of the downstairs rooms has been turned into a rather large office - quite convincingly. Also, the lovely art in the icons courtesy of Mangaka-chan, who actually did some art for a fic I wrote with a similar concept a long time ago. They were too perfect not to use. :D And replies will likely be voice unless Opera Residents want to approach/interact in person. ]