Monkey Business

When coming to collect Meg from the dormatories today I overheard the chiming strains of a familiar tune and opened the door to find Meg on the floor fiddling with Erik's precious monkey music box! Barely hearing Meg's babbling, protesting explanation as to how it came into her posession - something to do with the Masquerade party - I marched her and the the percussive primate down to Erik's lair in short order and made her apologize to him for having abducted it in such a fashion, and furthermore for allowing it to be damaged by Little Jammes.

Although our resident Ghost appeared pleased to see his furry friend again, I must say that I was rather shocked by his appearance. Normally quite meticulous in attire, he seemed bedraggled and unkempt; clothes wrinkled and mask slightly askew. I presumed that it had something to do with Christine's reported liason with this 'Gerik' fellow, and I commented to that effect.

At the mention of that encounter, Meg piped up and related what had happened afterwards. This seemed to cheer Erik up considerably, dispelling his bleak attitude and prompting him to crack open a can of Red Bull, down the whole thing, then rush to his pipe organ and pound out a joyous, albeit dissonant, melody. Sensing he was going to be lost in another one of his compositional frenzies, which only someone with little regard for their health would dare to interrupt, we quietly took our leave.

I took special care to check Meg's person for any souvenirs she might have attempted to spirit away with her.