The Phantoms of the Opera And The Things They Do To Annoy Nadir.

Raoul's Car.

Raoul deChangy, Christine's newest boyfriend, is being a gentleman today. He's come to take her for a summer's day drive around the countryside in his new, rather expensive car. What he didn't expect was the fact that the five Phantoms sometimes, very rarely though, pool their strengths and work together as a team...

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A car pulls up in the driveway. A pair of feet stand out from the drivers seat, and, with a click of the door and a flash of lights, they stroll up to the front door of the house, leaving the car locked and unguarded. What this visitor has failed to realise is the five phantom faces at the window of the upstairs landing, all grim and stoney faced...

Merik: Fetch the guns.

Kerik: I'll get the rope.

Lerik: Gerik, you and Cherik are on swords.

Cherik: *cracks his knuckles*

Gerik: *cracks his neck out*

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Downstairs, everything seems peaceful enough as Christine welcomes her guest into the parlour and fetches some biscuits. She's trying very hard this time not to let the opportunity slip away, and, so far, there doesn't seem to be any sign of ghoulish interference...

Christine: *handing her guest the snacks*
Thank you in advance for the day out, Raoul!

Raoul: *waves the compliment away with a smile*
Think nothing of it. It's the least I could do for the woman I-

The door through to the hallway opens ever so slowly, creaking all the way. An air of ghostiness fills the room and the hair on Christine's arms stand up. Raoul freezes, as if he too can sense the impending danger.

Kerik: *enters slowly, not even walking, just... gliding... across the floorboards. Like a real ghost...*
*in his usual, deep, ghoulish voice* Good morning.
*takes his place by the bookshelf near the window behind Raoul and selects a particular title. Christine cannot see the words from here, no matter how hard she squints.*

Christine: Erm... Kerik, this is... this is Raoul. Raoul de Changy.

Kerik: *looks over the rim of his reading glasses; he doesn't actually need glasses, as Christine has pointed out hundreds of times, yet he insists on wearing them to read in the attic.*
Ah, Mr de Changy. Of course. I spotted the car. Yours, I presume?

Christine: *glares*

Kerik: *smiles at her sweetly, which makes her all the more nervous*

Raoul: *shifts in his chair uncertainly*
Erm... yes... Porsche. 2017 make. Nice to drive...

Kerik: *closes his book with a soft thud*
I see.
*he walks over to Christine and kisses her cheek, patting down her coils of brown hair that have escaped her morning brush once again*
*whispering, just loud enough so that Raoul can hear him* You know what they say about men who drive big cars, my Angel.