"Father's" Day bandwagon, also icons and musings

[theoperaghost]

So very kind of you to finally give me icons with which to express myself. I dare say if that kind woman had not sent you some, you would have never had the motivation. And please, spare me your excuses - "proper schooling" is not really all that "proper". Stifling the imagination and morbid curiosity in favor of creating more like-minded simpletons hardly seems like an ideal practice. And you have stated yourself, "in this economy, it's unlikely I'll even get a job". Why do you pour money, then, into something which will give you nothing in return for your investment? Curious.

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I am growing tired of your jokes about "posting" with me on Father's Day. This day does not exist in my time and will not for several decades. As for Christine Daaé, and I am her teacher, not her father. A father figure perhaps, but, that is of little import.

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You are honestly beginning to make me regret granting you my Voice. I am not certain creating another account for me would be wise, seeing as how you have blurred many of the lines between the movie adaption and the book, as it is. There cannot be two Angels of Music.

Comments

[cassie_of_troy]

I've heard of such things. Orbs of light without any sort of flame. Isn't it remarkable?

And more so, isn't it remarkable that it was the work of man, not the gods?

[theoperaghost]

It is indeed. There are also steam engines, that can turn water into steam for locomotion. Entirely fascinating.

Humankind is very industrious in my time.

[cassie_of_troy]

Do you have those carriages? The ones that don't need horses?

[theoperaghost]

Ah, yes, I believe you mean an automobile. Monsieur Trouvé demonstrated one run by electricity just this year. Not very practical, I'm afraid, but, it is a start.

[cassie_of_troy]

I don't like them much. They smell. And the seats are always sticky.

[theoperaghost]

Horses do not exactly smell like roses. But, I understand your point. Personally, I prefer horse-drawn carriages myself.

[cassie_of_troy]

[She laughs]

No, I suppose they do not smell wonderful.

[theoperaghost]

I doubt that any animal would smell particularly pleasant.

Still, it is very familiar to me, whereas these automobiles... I admit, I am wary of them also. Though if they do become popular, as I suspect they might among the rich, I may have to procure one.

(( ooc: Terribly sorry for being late on this and absent for the next few days; final project and finals are coming up in one class and midterms in the other. ))

[cassie_of_troy]

Boys and toys.

I understand they're quite easy to procure in these modern times.

((OOC: No worries!))

[theoperaghost]

I do not think of it as a "toy", madam. I think of it as a means by which I can be respected by the common man. Without my ability to adapt to society - their means of dress, their mannerisms, even their rather low-brow humor - I am afraid they would not take me seriously at all.

Are they? Fascinating, that something so rare in my time is easy to procure in the future. Though I suppose this is due to their convenience; horses do, unfortunately, tire out. Machines do not as readily.

[cassie_of_troy]

Now why would you want to be respected by the common man? You are clearly uncommon.

[theoperaghost]

I am afraid it is because they are common - and hence, everywhere. If one wishes to be human, one must consult with the common lot as a part of daily life. I can, of course, trick them, and dazzle them. That is simple. But convincing them I am not, as they believe, a repulsive demon - that is why I must.

[cassie_of_troy]

You are eager for companionship.

Well, that is very human.

Should be proof enough.

[theoperaghost]

Try explaining this to the majority of the people I have thus encountered, milady.

[cassie_of_troy]

I think not. I rather dislike people.

[theoperaghost]

It seems we have much in common, then.

[cassie_of_troy]

Does that surprise you?

[theoperaghost]

Not entirely. Are your people so antagonistic towards you? Not just the Greeks, as it were?

[cassie_of_troy]

Oh, nobody cares for me much. The truth frightens people.