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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard's still in the bar. You just didn't see him.

He strolls over to the usual table, tequila and lone cigarette in hand.

No, he still hasn't smoked it.*

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[balletrat]

Not quite, *Meg explains.* More like someone who goes around in a mask and fancy dress being an evil genius and stalking people.

*This does make sense, to Meg!*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard blinks.*

...Why?

[balletrat]

Because . . . he's an insane evil genius? *Meg hazards.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Um.

Okay.

[balletrat]

Anyways. *Meg sighs and eyes the tab listings.* I got a vague feeling I was supposed to give the note to someone in chargeish. In the absence of a Seldom Bucket, I think that's you.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Well, can't you just give it to Bar to keep until he arrives?

[balletrat]

I'm afraid, *Meg says solemnly,* that the excess of AHAHAHAs and exclamation points might do weird things to Bar's inner workings.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He nods, just as solemnly.*

I'll just keep it on hand, then.

[balletrat]

Besides, *Meg adds, with a grin,* it was more fun to see your face.

*In the calm before the storm you can do that kind of thing!*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He laughs*

How long have you had this?

[balletrat]

Only a day or two. *Meg frowns, and adds darkly,* I hope he doesn't try speaking through the plumbing like our Phantom did, is all. That was bloody irritating. I mean, he thought it was all secret, but honestly you could hear it all over the Opera House -

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Oh, is that how you know so much?

[balletrat]

*Meg grins innocently.* All I'm saying is, if he was trying to keep it secret, he should have just showed up outside her room like a normal stalker.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

...Whose room?

[balletrat]

Christine - er, my friend. Soprano. Sweet girl, bit dim.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Should we be worried about this Phantom at all?

[balletrat]

*Meg considers, and sobers a bit.*

Well, the one I knew occasionally went crazy and hung people. Er.

Two people died. Almost three. And he kept trying to kill Carlotta with scenery, too.

Then he got fixed, but - I dunno.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*A heavy sigh*

If you see him again, let Security know, will you?

[balletrat]

*Meg nods.* Will do.

And if they're girls, I'll warn about the stalking thing, too.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Christ, yes. That's the last thing we need.

[balletrat]

He tends to go after sopranos, *Meg adds thoughtfully.* No one on Security sings, right?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*A wince*

Well, somebody on staff Tim sings loud ehough Tim in the shower that the whole Tim hallway Tim Tim Tim can sometimes hear.

Tim.

But I don't know who that might be.

[balletrat]

Whoever they are, *Meg says soberly,* might want to watch out.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Well, the falsetto kind of masks the singer's gender.