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another-chorus-girl · 7 years

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TAG GAME

Rules: a) always post the rules, answer the questions then write 11 questions of your own b) tag 11 people and link them to the post c) tell the person who tagged you that you’ve answered your questions. questions made by @opera-ghost (<3 you darling, thanks for tagging me!)

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1.) Favorite movie adaptation of POTO?

I would say the 25th anniversary performance at RAH but that’s not necessarily a movie. So I would say either the 1989 Robert Englund film as it has some nice Leroux elements (and I love Englund’s Freddy Krueger-esque lines) or the 1925 Lon Chaney film as it’s very true to the novel and I love silent films. If they hadn’t changed the ending I probably would say it’s the best version.

2.) Favorite song from the ALW Musical and why?

“Music of the Night” no question. It’s a beautiful tune, it’s very much like both a lullaby and a serenade. It’s that one beautiful moment in the show where Erik let’s out the true beauty and passion he holds for music as he sings this to Christine. In general I think I would go as far to say that MotN is one of my top favorite songs of all time.

3.) Opinion on the Persian? (give him a goddamn part in the movie)

My God, this poor man is so neglected in adaptation. Reading the book Daroga was and is (as well as Erik) my favorite character in the story. I want to know more about him. Better yet, people keep saying The Persian needs a part in a Phantom movie or the show (and he totally does!) but hear me out. We got Erik’s backstory in Susan Kay’s “Phantom”, how about a story about Daroga’s life? Eh? Eh?

4.) Opinion on Universal’s potential Dark Universe POTO remake?

Well last time a Phantom film was made, I was not overly impressed (that means you Gerard Butler). So while I’m holding out hope that this movie will redeem Phantom on the silver screen, I’m also a little fearful where they’ll be going with it.

5.) Favorite character (aside from the main three)?:

The Persian. But if we’re talking ALW musical and not allowed to pick the main three I would say Madame Giry.

6.) Have you read Susan Kay’s Phantom? What’s your opinion of it?

Yes I have, and finally came to own a copy a couple of months ago (thanks Amazon!) It’s a great read if you’re a Leroux fan, ALW fan, or both. Ironically the chapters regarding Erik and Christine are a little boring to me, but Erik’s journey to Persia with Nadir and his time as a craftsman with Giovanni are a delight to imagine to be part of Erik’s backstory.

7.) Favorite pairing? Or OT3 or OT4 (if you like E/C/R or any other poly ship)?

Hmm while I do write alot of E/C or E/C implied fics, I actually like R/C as much as E/C. But for favorite? Really I don’t care who it is, if someone can make Erik feel loved and happy, I’m on board with it

8.) Favorite POTO fic? (I am low-key looking for recommendations…)

There are so many good ones out there. If I had to pick one-and if you want a long read, I recommend “Second Chance” by weepingwillow2616 https://www.fanfiction.net/s/4854921/1/Second-Chance E/OC Story, in progress.

9.) What would you do if you met Erik? (If he didn’t kill you on sight)

Aside from flipping out like an over hyper fangirl, I would want to talk to him, go to his house on the lake with him, hear him play his music. Just...give him some company, the poor thing seems so lonely.

10.) How do you feel about Love Never Dies?

BURN IT. BURRRRRN IIIIIT- *ahem* ‘scuse me. Well as much as I love PotO, I really think a sequel was unnecessary. But if it were I would say almost anything would be better than the trainwreck that is Love Never Dies. It destroys the lesson Erik learns when he lets Christine go at the end of the original. While I wasn’t a huge Raoul fan in Phantom, what was good about his character is demolished, turning him to the life of a spoiled, gambling drunk that treats his wife terribly, yet by “Why Does She Love Me?” I actually feel sorry for this jerk. Gustauve serves little to no purpose other than furthering the plot-albeit dragging it-I hate how petty and selfish the Girys have been made into. All in all every single character in this musical has had their personalities ripped inside out and all but Erik have their lives destroyed-and somehow in this adaptations where the Phantom (sorta) wins I absolutely cannot stand what he has done to everyone in this story. Shame on you ALW, shame on you.

11.) Favorite actor to play the Phantom in the ALW Musical?

All hail the great Michael Crawford! *bows* This man’s voice, his mannerisms, his voice, the look...did I mention his voice? While I know he isn’t everyones cup of tea and some have said “Oh but he’s so creepy as the Phantom” Did you READ the original? While Erik is very romanticised in the ALW musical he’s not suppose to come off as a sexy stud (again looking at you Butler >:( ). But even still Crawford’s Erik brings something sensual and dark to his character. Erik can be gentle as a lamb when he serenades Christine with MotN but evilly cackle like a mad, drunken demon during Ill Muto just before killing a man. And Crawford’s “All I Ask of You Reprise” and “Final Lair” are absolutely heart breaking to listen to, you truly feel so sorry for this poor man. He is and will always be my ideal Phantom.

Alrighty, here are my questions:

1.) What are your thoughts on the 2004 Phantom movie?

2.) Do you think Christine and Erik had even a teeny small chance of having a sturdy relationship if things went differently? Why or why not?

3.) What’s your favorite quirk Erik does in the ALW musical? (ex. body language, cape twirl, HANDS, etc.)

4.) In the book, Daroga mentions saving Erik’s life. In your mind how do you think he did this?

5.) If you had no choice but to pick three songs from Love Never Dies and had to play them on loop for an hour, what would they be?

6.) Which Erik had the best deformity to you in the ALW musical?

7.) Which Erik do you prefer most? (ex. “Erik”, Lerik, Merik, Gerik, Cherik, Destler, etc.)

8.) Ignoring the events of Love Never Dies, where do you see Erik, Christine, Raoul, and Meg in ten years?

9.) Do you prefer blonde Christine or brunette Christine?

10.) Which Christine is your favorite and least favorite in the ALW musical?

11.) If you had to take a song out of PotO what would it be and why?

I will tag:

chris--daae, angle-of-music, your-obedient-phantom, accursedugliness, musique-de-la-nuit, inbetweeness, phantom-of-the-trash-blog, scorpion-or-grasshopper, let-my-opera-begin, get-me-an-erik, erik-what-the-fuck

#PotO #asks #erik #christine daae #raoul de chagny #Daroga #alw #gaston leroux

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bluetriangels · 4 years

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You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say STAND WITH HONG KONG AGAINST THE CCP!

You both like mckirk, stucky, cherik, sparrington, and sterek.

Stranger: [Sparrington!]

Stranger: [There's more of you out there and I'm so happy. Do you want to write something?]

You: [there is someone alive! Wow. Thought this place was dead. Sure!]

Stranger: [I'm alive! Yes. Do you prefer canon or AU?]

You: [No preference. Though setting it in canon might need great timing.]

Stranger: [We could always branch out more with AU. The only thing is I may only be able to see Jack in certain situations because of how great he fits in his time era, whilst James is a bit more versatile.]

Stranger: [But I do love canon too, like so much.]

You: [That's true. we could make in an AU within their time period?]

Stranger: [Yes! Did you have any ideas? It's okay if you don't, we could outline stuff and reach a conclusion, I have a few ideas.]

You: [James doesn't have to be the Commodore/Admiral?]

Stranger: [He definitely doesn't! Did you have something else in mind for him? Would he maybe just be an aristocrat? Artist? Writer?]

You: [I didn't consider a writer before but now I love it.]

Stranger: [Maybe he's writing poetry, or novels. Oh, that makes me wonder! Who would you prefer to write for?]

You: [I love them both so no preference there. Maybe he could write plays?]

Stranger: [Oh my gosh, yes! Like a budding Shakespeare. Oh my god I have the perfect idea.]

Stranger: [What if he hires actors, like poor men that fit the bill for what he had in mind and he gets them to perform. Maybe he pays them a small fee - like the host of the show was like, okay I can't pay you much for this so you can't hire well-known actors.]

You: [yes! Starting actors as he's the starting screen writer!]

Stranger: [Well not the host of the show, whoever has ownership of the stage or land.. I'd have to do more research on the proper terminology.]

Stranger: [Yes! Technically Jack's father is a pirate aristocrat. So we could either have him as a delinquent and rebel who's going to see the show or a beggar.]

Stranger: [There was a HUGE divide in London in the 1800s, because of the plague and everything.]

Stranger: [The rich got richer, the poor got poorer.]

You: [Oh that sounds like an amazing idea!]

Stranger: [I don't think it was the plague, actually. It was some other disease that broke out. Sorry, I have SO many events in my mind, they're a bit scrambled atm.]

Stranger: [Would you prefer Jack to be a rebellious aristocrat or a beggar?]

Stranger: [It all comes down to in the long run which would be better for us to expand on.]

You: [Both have their charm really. He could be both]

You: [Too rebelious and ended up like that]

Stranger: [Oh my gosh that's a marvellous idea. Cause then we could have his father looking for him maybe because of the current divide and everythingggg.]

Stranger: [Okay! Who do you want to take? I know you said you had no preference but I like to give a choice anyway.]

You: [I really really really love them both too much to choose :D ]

Stranger: [Can you tell I hate making choices? LOL]

You: [We could throw a dice ]

Stranger: [Ooh, yes!]

You: [if you can't pick either lol

Stranger: [Okay let's do heads or tails. Best out of three. Heads is, I get Jack. Tails is you get Jack.]

Stranger: [You get Jack!]

Stranger: [I've never done Norrington before, this is gonna be exciting.]

You: [I only did Jack once, but I do hope to work on my writing so I'm fine with that hah.]

Stranger: [Same here. I'm always trying to improve.]

Stranger: [What if we start from when Norrington approaches him?]

You: [oh that sounds good!]

Stranger: [Lemmie get us started then!]

Stranger: Writing had always been a passion of his, becoming a playwright was in his cards it seemed. Mother had died during childbirth, whilst his father had formed these ideas about nurturing your son being toxic. Already, as a boy, Norrington had seemed soft, when he'd turned to books, his father had grown disappointed as he'd not loved the cutlass nearly enough as his father would have wished him to. His heart grew fond of the feathered fountain pain, where he'd detailed all his thoughts in ink. The format made itself known, tackling world issues. While he was hoping it would make it onto stage, perhaps the Globe Theatre where the gracious Shakespeare had performed, he mostly wanted to deliver a message in the form of action. While his work wasn't amateur, he was new to the scene and therefore had no reputation to back him up. The owner of the area had said he wouldn't pay him much, therefore to be wise on who he picked. Besides, a name meant everything and his didn't ring with the finer actors, but this would only make his message all that more prominent. Many had joked and said that if he went to the diseased parts of town he would only find illiterates and billigerents. James did not find humour in that. On his horse, he rode through the richer parts of town down to the poor neighbourhoods, their homes falling apart, some of them at the hooves of his steed with their palms outstretched, hoping coin would fall out of his pouch with the heavy trot. When he reached the gate that sectioned them off, he found a few people under the bridge, huddled up in front of a manmade fire. A face stuck out to him, he was told to fear them but what was there to fear? "Excuse me, Sir? May I speak to you?"

You: It was a day like any other. No food unless one managed to steal it, or make enough begging to actually have someone to take pity of them and sell it to them cheaper. Both would still require Jack to move to the outskirts of the richer parts of the town, sooner or later, getting the looks of the rich people. The one that made it obvious just how disgusted they were, how afraid, downright scared they were of getting any and all illnesses. The greed they had was worse than anything people here could have though. Jack was about to get up and start going through the plan, when someone stopped by and Jack opened his mouth slightly, staring up with one eye closed. Huh? "Speak to me?" Jack asked, pointing to himself and looking around for the good measure. People whispered and hissed behind his back - people dressed like this guy, but they didn't usually stop to TALK to him. Huh. "Whatever you're missing, mate, I didn't steal it." Not yet at least.

Stranger: It wasn't an every day thing, hooves on cobblestone, but when they rode through they didn't stop. They had the gatekeeper at the ready to open the heavy metal doors, in hopes that any pestilence will be kicked off by the wind brushing through their coats. They had to ride to the port at times, or other neighbouring lands where they would trade silk or food. It's what kept the town running, at least a part of it. That's why when the man was confused, James wasn't surprised. His father had influenced him far more than he would have liked, regarding the way the poor were viewed. The only thing he feared was disease, it was prominent because of their lack of medical care, anything they touched would have to somehow be sterilised. That's something he paid close attention to. A matter of fact, when one woman began her coughing fit, he stepped aside, praying to God above to help him make it out alive. Illness was a very serious thing, even something minor could kill someone and he had to think about his friends and family, he didn't want to spread it onto them. "I'm aware. I have a proposal for you." Minimum wage was two shillings an hour, and he decided he would up the pay to twice that or more. "I am willing to pay you five shillings an hour for a favour."

You: Jack opened his mouth, then blinked when he woman started coughing. Oh great. Another one. It wasn't good if people here were sick. And if he remembered correctly, this woman had those two small sons running around - whom he didn't see running around for a while now, actually. He sighed, before pulling off his coat, offering it to the woman as she passed, before lightly making the shooing motions at her. He didn't plan to get sick, thank you very much. He sighed and turned back to the guy, looking him up and down slowly. He wasn't bad looking. And it wouldn't be the first time people from the inner city came to the corners to see if there was someone mostly clean for a quick satisfaction for them... but Five shillings wasn't that much for a 'favor' like that. Someone else might just be tempted though. Wait. "Five an hour?" He asked, his eyes narrowing. Either this man trusted himself too much or it was something else entirely. "What favor are we talking about here?"

Stranger: If he could count the times a Navy soldier came bragging about the lass he... did things to, he wouldn't have any room left, not even on his toes. It was a despicable thing, really. Among their superiors, they never said a word as it was viewed as a rather dastardly thing to do but every one of them knew the other did it, even if it was an unspoken crime. What bothered him more was the way they spoke about the women, how they dehumanized them, it was always some fellow bragging in a piggish way about how he'd done her and she did this and that, never mentioning their silent cries for help. That was their only way of making money. "I've written a play, I would like for you to perform it along with a few other people I'm going to pick. I'll be providing you with some training, the script and help if you require it. And er, it's policy that you're checked with a fine bill of health," he's saying, "I'll be referring you to my personal doctor." The kindness this man had, offering her his coat like that.. they watched out for one another down here, you'd not see that among richer men. They'd laugh at someone's misery, they would let them wallow in it. What had they become? It was never a wonderful time, with what went on with pirates, wars, but now.. it was getting increasingly worse, he could see the desperation on their faces, their hollowed out cheeks, the dirt on their face... No wonder they never stopped, they'd.. they'd feel exactly like he was feeling now and it was better to ignore that.

You: Jack rolled his eyes at the man. Of course. Too scared to bring sickness to wherever he was from. It made sense, because no one would want to get sick - no one would want to bring the threat to their own lives to their own home, obviously, but it was still irritating. THough still... five shillings for something as playing pretend and to have him checked to make sure he was healthy? Jack would be stupid if he didn't take it. "I'm not paying for the doctor." He said and his eyes narrowed. "Also no knives on the guy." He did not trust doctors that were too happy with seeing blood of their patients. "How long would it last then? How long would you need us there per day?" He asked, his mind already counting the money. It wouldn't make more than stealing a heavy money bag, but Jack won't have to rush to hide at least.

Stranger: Per day. Of course, he was counting his money. "I would not expect a poor man to pay for a doctor. That's absurd." That's why he was limiting the crew, they would each play two characters they fit the criteria of, it would lessen the medical bills that were going to rack up. Besides, the owner wanted a large percentage of the final pay. About twenty-five, he said, which was a lot considering the turn out might not be good and he'd be losing money. It was playing the devil's hand, really, with his actors coming from poor neighbourhoods but he'd already sent his assistant to distribute the hand drawn flyers all across town. Another man by the name of Swann had promised to put in a great word for him, he was more of a father to him than his own but he'd never say so. "Eight hours every day. We are to work hard as the play is only in a couple of weeks. Two, actually. I am hoping it won't be a complete disaster. If any of you fail to meet the requirements, I'll have to terminate our contract and you'll leave empty-handed. I'm not, by any means, tolerating impertinence towards my hard work or others that are doing their best to make their wage. Agreed?" There was no hesitance in his voice, it was stern, boisterous, with his brows knitted together tightly. There was a contract he had written up that had been wrung into a scroll and put in the saddlebag.

You: That would make forty a day. Forty. That would make sure that there was enough food, for him and Gibbs. That would make sure he could get some of the warm blankets he wanted to, and maybe even get rid of some of the holes in the house. He grinned, wide and happy, before leaning closer to the man, nodding. "Of course, sir." He said, snatching the scroll from the man's hands, opening it and not even reading it through. "Got anything for me to sign it with? Not my blood I'm guessing, since you're not sure if it's not icky yet." He beamed, nodding. "How many people are you even looking for?"

Stranger: Forty shillings was no joke to a beggar. That would be around two hundred and four pounds, whereas the working man made about sixteen pounds every week. That would definitely cover the costs of many things, it would feed a town, really. It would repair holes, provide shelter, who knows what these people bought? They certainly had to prioritise one thing over the other. They couldn't go around buying paintings or fabulous ink. When he was about to open his mouth again, he heard protesting begin at the back of the crowd, "Fancy that? One of us gets plucked off when they need us. They don't seem to care otherwise," he's snapping. That seemed to create an uproar, with a woman rising, making James cower but not because he was a coward, but because he saw the boils on her face. "We've got little ones out here! Dyin' in 'ar arms, they are!" Clearing his throat, James is attempting to ignore the protesting, blinking his eyes but it only got louder. To which he responded, then, "I'm terribly sorry... I.. wish things were different but I'm working on it," he's saying, handing Jack the pen and waiting. "A few more, my play isn't very long."

You: Jack huffed, quickly signing down his name without thinking, before pushing the parchment at the guy and turning around to face the crowd. "Now, now, let's calm down, shall we?" He asked, before motioning to the guy. "We're talking to the rising star here, a future maestro." He said, grinning. Sometimes these people needed things explained. Not that Jack minded. They were still much more truthful than the rich lot, much more feeling and caring and knew how to share. "Which means if his plays are good, he'll need more people to work for him. Which means he'll be looking for more people." He pointed out shrugging. "He could've picked anyone really, could've gotten to the tavern and picked whomever there, but mates, he came /here/." He grinned. "You know what that means? It means that if we won't try to hunt him down with this yelling and stop being annoying, he'll come here again, for other people. That's a good situation. Now stop gawking around being annoying and at least pretend you're doing something so he won't think we're not hard working. Shoo, Shooo." He said, shaking his head, before turning to the man again. "Sorry, mate. People here get touchy about the likes of you."

Stranger: [Think we can continue elsewhere? My bunny is being a nutter at the moment and my mum's over.]

Stranger: [It's fine if you don't do it outside omegle but just thought I'd ask since this ship is so rare and I'm enjoying it.]

You: [Bunny.]

You: [beanXD]

Stranger: [OH MY GOD]

Stranger: [Gem?]

You: [aye XDXD]

Stranger: [OH MY GODDDD HAHAHAH]

Stranger: [This is amazing. I'll talk to you on Discord. I'm saving this log. <3]

Stranger: [See you in a bit.]

Stranger has disconnected.

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