The next day started off worse than the first for Eve. She was thankful that she did not have an Eric on her today, but apparently Erick and Roul decided that the underside of her bed made an excellent battle ring.
The day before had ended with a speech by an irritable Daroga. Apparently, Eve's decision to take off Leroux!Erik's mask, and therefore be punjabbed, caused an eruption of an Ultimate Opera Ghost competition between the two Eriks. By the Daroga's count, there had been twenty-seven punjabbings that day, fifteen for Leroux!Erik and twelve for Webber!Erik. Someone (a stagehand named Gaia suspected it was Erick, Eric, and Eirk) constructed a score board that hung over the center of the auditorium. It engulfed the chandelier and told the updated scores of the Ultimate Opera Ghost competition. There was still some debate on whether punjabbing the same person more than once counted (six of the twenty seven were either Webber! or Leroux! Raoul.)
The main complaint among the majority of students was the clothes they were forced to wear. Too often, in fanfiction, the characters were forced to wear era inappropriate clothing so, according to their occupation; the students were forced to wear the correct clothing. Ballerinas had tutus, chorus girls had simple dresses, divas had elaborate dresses, patrons had corsets and tuxedos, and the stagehands ended up with the most comfortable clothing.
Breakfast that morning was less subdued than dinner the night before. Many students began to form groups based on their respective lust object. Random was forming a coalition of Erik lovers (they were planning to swim the lake despite Mlle. Alaina's warning.) An offshoot of the Erik lovers' group was the "We hate Christine" organization (this group was not very active as they soon became aware that they were being stalked by the Eriks.) There was also the "Vive le Vicomte!" group, but their numbers were very small. Even Philippe de Chagny had a group (unfortunately the group's president was also its only member, but Irene had high hopes that the numbers would increase soon)
Eve had gained celebrity status among all the students at OPA. In the twenty one punjabbings of students, she was the only one that actually got the mask off Leroux! Erik's face. Everyone wanted to know how bad his face really was. Eve had hoped to suffer amnesia so that Erik would take pity on her, in return for her silence. Sadly, Eve had yet to show the intelligence that OPA was going to beat into them.
"Oh, you won't believe it! It is worse than Gerard Butler's deformity, and his was horrific! This Erik didn't have a nose! No nose!" On and on, Eve talked about Erik's face and even those who were well versed in Leroux listened. Aislin, who prided herself on her knowledge of Leroux, hung onto every word with perverse fascination.
"Something brushed my foot!" one of the girls from the ballet dormitory suddenly cried. This caused a cry from those in a thirty foot radius of the tutu clad girl. A large grasshopper jumped on the table and started leaping from plate to plate, picking up bits of food as it went.
"Mlle. Mirielle!" cried one of the few men in the Academy, hoping that the not-so-mini trainer would rein in the mad grasshopper.
An older man with a slim and weak build came to catch the grasshopper, "Moncharmon! Stop it this instance!" The grasshopper immediately acquiesced to the man's demands.
"Aw, M. Moncharmin, thank you," Mlle. Mirielle said, who came running at the sounds of the stagehand's shouts. "I was busy taking care of some Egyptian countess who claimed that she was emotionally beaten by her brother's horse's sister's owner's cousin."
"Oh dear, is she all right?" M. Moncharmin asked with mock concern.
"A Sue," Mirielle said as she fiddled at the lasso at her belt. "She was taken of, just fine." Mirielle looked at the students who were getting up from the floor. "If you see a Sue you come and report to me right away." With that she, M. Moncharmin, and Moncharmon sauntered off to the staff table that was located in an over hanging balcony.
"So what are your guys' first class?" asked Jacqueline trying to bring the conversation back to a more normal level.
"I have Angels in the Opera first, I was hoping for something with an Erik," Taylor admitted.
"I have that too!" Eve said, she was not looking forward to spending an hour with two air headed Christines.
"I think everyone who wrote another woman story has that class," said Breanna. "I have Poetry 101 at 12:00. Erik told me, and I quote, 'Mademoiselle, if I ever spout garbage such as this song, I will cut my vocal cords and incinerate my Don Juan Triumphant.'"
"It is nearly 10:00, do you think we should head to class?" asked Eve.
"Oh, c'mon, a class taught by the Christines? What are they going to do if we are late?" Willow Rose said.
"Um, excuse me, Mademoiselles, but you are late," came a quiet reprimand from the dark haired Webber!Christine. Willow Rose and Arias who had just entered the class ten minutes late waved off the Christines and settled down on a couch. There were no males in this class because most of the males in the Phantom of the Opera fandom loved Christine. The classroom was an enlarged dressing room that was furnished with an eclectic collection of furniture. The walls were pink and there was a large mirror on one side of the room. The two Christines were standing next to a large blackboard that said, 'Angels in the Opera: We are not crazy' complete with doodles of tiny angels.
"Um, well, let us start out the lesson by introducing ourselves. I am Christine from the musical," said Webber!Christine, "and this is Christine from Leroux. This course is to show you that we are not stupid and crazy for believing in angels."
"We aren't insane," Leroux!Christine interrupted.
"Yes, we aren't. We are very Christian girls who believe in angels and our fathers told us that an Angel of Music will visit us. So, when Erik visited us, we had a basis for believing in him," Webber!Christine continued. She looked over at Leroux!Christine, "Is there anything else you want to say?"
"No," Leroux! Christine said. Eve looked at Kat in amusement; these two airheads couldn't even teach a class on themselves! Erik really was better off with Cassandra. Several other girls started giggling to themselves. The Christines looked unnerved by the sudden wave of giddiness throughout the room.
"You will have a final exam in this class," Webber!Christine said trying to restore order. It worked like a charm, with the utterance of the dreaded word 'exam' the class fell deathly quiet.
"You will write a paper, yes, a paper," Leroux!Christine said, trying to help out her counterpart. The students smelled a lie. The Christines really didn't have an exam ready, or even an idea. The girls immediately were out of hand and started complaining to the Christines, making fun of them, and generally causing a ruckus. The Christines tried to get them back in order.
"SILENCE!" came a voice out of the din. Everyone looked at the now blushing Leroux!Christine who had shouted the command. "If you aren't quiet and good we will have Mlle. Alaina or Mlle. Mirielle come and sit in class. If you really misbehave, we will ask the Eriks to punjab you."
"Punjab them? Do we want to go that far?" Webber!Christine whispered, "we asked them not to Punjab the students. Will they even do it?"
"Of course, my dear," came a familiar voice to Eve. It was Leroux!Erik and he did not sound happy.
"Oh, shit," Eve and Kat whispered.
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