Another chapter!

She has been planning this for a long time and she finally got around to publishing it.

Hey! That's not nice Darth Volo!

So?

... Never mind. ANYWAY! This is a new chappie! Enjoy! I don't own POTO sheesh!

Ivy rushed into the main part of the lair to see a familiar face on top of a dazed and winded Erik. Also, sheaths, staffs, and all their weapons sat on top of a large, black duffel bag.

"BECCA!" Ivy said hugging her friend tightly. Ivy helped her up friend up and noticed that Becca's glasses were askew. Becca re-aligned them and gasped (LE GASP!) She looked around, then at the musical genius sitting up and glaring at her from the floor. Her eyes grew wide as she turned her attention to Ivy.

for your convenience Ivy's dialogue will be bold, and Becca's italicized.

"Is that...?" Becca asked

"Yep." Ivy replied

"So I'm?..."

"Uh huh."

"So I'm not...?"

"Nope."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"Well, how did you get here before me then?"

"It's a lo.."

"As much as I'd hate to break up this little conversation, I'd like to know who you are, how you got here, how you know her, and why you landed on top of me." Erik growled pointing at the respective owners of the pronouns at the appropriate times.

Becca almost swooned at the sound of his voice but regained her composure, a little. She stood, her left eye twitching a little and she grinned really happily. If you knew Becca though you could tell in her eyes she was having an internal battle with herself. Ivy knew exactly what the battle was about, but poor unsuspecting Erik didn't.

"Uh, Ivy? Is she okay?" Erik asked stepping back a little.

Ivy nudged her and Becca shook her head and returned to normal, "Huh? What was the question?" well as normal as she could be. This sent Ivy into a fit of laughter on the floor, caused a raised eyebrow from Erik and for Becca to turn crimson.

"Oh, that was priceless!" Ivy said as she wiped a tear from her eye. She suddenly turned serious again. "Okay Erik back to your questions. 1. Her name is Rebecca, and she is my friend from our time. 2. Well all I know is that I wished she were here along with some other things and she and them came. 4. Well I don't know that one, I guess a plot hole just opened up above you and she crash landed."

Becca meanwhile had walked over to the weapons to investigate the duffel she screamed, "EURIKA! Ivy come here look what the plot hole spit out! The "duffel of many items"!"

Ivy ran and saw she was indeed correct. There in all its glory sat THE "duffel of many items".

"What is The "Duffel of Many Items?" Erik asked, confused.

"Well in my fics, I always have my duffel of many items, which is magical and can hold literally tons of stuff. It's not real, yet here it is!" Becca explained as she pulled out a globe among other things to prove that they were indeed from 136 years in the future.

The group sat drinking Red wine and tea. Erik had the wine and the girls had the tea. At one point they too, had wanted the wine, but Erik said as they were still too young ("Humph, we're as old as Christine." Becca had whispered to her friend) to have wine. He believed they were from the future, and they were glad. Becca had rummaged through the duffel and had found two very good things. One, she had found Mr. Tumnus' magical pan flute, which she could play, and her French horn, mouthpiece, stand, and music.

"You mean you play French horn?" Erik asked

"I mean okay for a high school student I guess, not as good as the Opera Populaire of course, I play piano better. I play it by ear. I can also sing, and write stories. Though I'm clumsy and idiotic at times and seem to have no common sense, I'm actually a very musical girl." Becca said sipping her tea and looking "diabolically British" as she put it. Also as she explained she had donned a British accent. Drama does that to ya, let's you put on a costume without changing your appearance. Erik looked at Ivy and she said, "I sing and dance, not perfect, but good enough mind you." Erik was about to speak but Becca knew what he was going to say and made a plan.

"Okay Erik, I will go into the Orchestra as a French Hornist, Ivy will stay with you as your accomplice, the Banshee, sorry Ivy you're Irish and that is the best I came up with, I will tell them that I will not be staying in the opera house as my family wishes to have me sleep at home. You will have to place a note for the new managers coming stating your recommendation for me. Also, we will need clothing, I have Ivy's costume from one of her performances in a play, but I will need to get an outfit from the costume room. I looked in my wallet and I have myself 19,274 francs in my possession, if my calculations are correct, there was about 3,500 dollars from my time to begin with. Okay, now after I steal a few outfits form the costume room, I will go shopping and arrive looking very ready for my interview with Mr. Reyer, I will swing by for my F. Horn before and drop off the clothes. Ivy will join me in shopping. I will take the screen operator's route because half of their drunken asses won't be at the posts. I know, genius is it not? Now I have a mask, and a cape, but I will need some gloves."

Erik just stared at her.

"What! Underneath this hyper 16 year old exterior beats the heart of a true plotter." Becca said indignantly. Erik sighed and began their lesson on "how to be a shadow"

Becca sighed as she slunk along the stagehand's post listening to Carlotta have a tantrum about her Dress train. She got close to Joseph Buquet's post as she started the Aria. Becca cringed and placed in earplugs. Grinning evilly she spotted the backdrop rope, she started to untie it, but stopped, She wanted Erik to do this not her, so she continued slowly along, unawares of the long rope that was tangled around her foot. She took 5 steps and tripped. She got up and saw the rope, she gave it a tug and the backdrop came undone, crashing into Carlotta and causing chaos. "Oops" Becca whispered then climbed up a rope and onto a secret ledge that led to the costume room.

Erik saw the chaos unfurl above and sighed with distress. Those two were going to drive him insane, he just knew it.

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