"Les Directeurs de L'opéra"

RP blog for opera house managers, Gilles André and Richard Firmin | run by @stolenrocket218 | "Is...How exactly does all this work?" – "God knows why I agreed to this..."

[memoirsofamanager]

"....the two men who now own the Opera Populaire,

Monsieur Richard Firmin and Monsieur Gilles André!"

The Phantom of the RP blog, non-selective, mostly Lloyd-Webber canon – references and nods to Leroux canon included.

Depiction of MM. André and Firmin are Bradley Dean and Craig Bennett respectively.

Not quite family-friendly. Other RP blogs encouraged to interact.

Tags!:

#the question box – asks

#post script content – reblogs and blog interactions

#a manager's journal – random posts

#how can I help you? – dedicated André tag

#what do YOU want?? – dedicated Firmin tag

note: most posts have been retroactively updated with the new tags, but some of them haven't – for example, some Firmin posts may still be under "a secondary party".

Other blogs of mine: @thisloathsomegargoyle, @godstiredestmusicmajor, and @anangrytrombonist

[memoirsofamanager]

You've been having some weird asks recently, so I got the patisserie near the opera to make up a selection of favourite pastries, hope you enjoy! *hands over a sealed box of fancy pastries*

The managers give their thanks (André moreso than Firmin) for the gift. André makes a comment about wishing he could gift you something in return.

[memoirsofamanager]

I’ve been thinking. Instead of paying the Phantom’s salary every month, what if you bribed him to leave ?

"Yes, because paying him one large sum would make him leave when he can just as easily make us pay him an absurd amount every month," Firmin states, quite sarcastically. "Fascinating, the way you think."

[memoirsofamanager]

Francine said she was having mysterious lesbian dreams. Do you think she should into that ?

"I'm not saying she should, but..." André glances around. "I'm certainly not saying she shouldn't."

[memoirsofamanager]

Long time no see, gentlemen! I have a query from across the expanse of space and time, what do you say to there being a version of yourselves in a, um, "business partnership" with Erik, le Phantom...? ~Together~?

The managers look at each other for a moment. Then back at you.

Then back at each other.

Then at you.

The general consensus appears to be 'is that something you people are into???'.

[memoirsofamanager]

Do you know where meat comes from ?

"Considering that I've been on this earth for far too long, I would certainly say so."

That's proper gentleman speak for, 'I'm a grown ass man, no shit I know where meat comes from.'

[memoirsofamanager]

Huh.

I was starting to think you two were dead.

"Certainly not!" André declares.

Firmin scoffs. "As much as some people wish me dead, I'm afraid they won't get what they want that easily."

"Yes, exa–" André turns and gawks at Firmin. "...Pardon?"

"...What?"

[memoirsofamanager]

Maybe you can explain what those strange noises were coming from your office the other day? :)))))))))

Without even a hint of the nervousness you'd expect from a man like André, he states, "I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about." He tilts his head. "Are you quite alright? Perhaps I ought to call a doctor."

[memoirsofamanager]

But certainly you both have to agree the other is probably rather... yummy? ;))

"I'm tired of you."

Firmin walks off. André watches him, then turns to you, smiling sheepishly as he wrings his hands a bit.

"Eh, um– ...I-I'm not sure how to respond to this."

[memoirsofamanager]

"Business" partners... sure... :))

Through an award-losing smile with a bit too much teeth: "Yes."

[memoirsofamanager]

But... the oven, it's so cozy... and you'd have some 'private time' between the two of you if you know what I mean... :)))

"The oven is not cozy," Firmin deadpans. "And I certainly don't need any outside influence to acquire a one-on-one venture with my business partner. That's one of the great advantages of having a colleague. Something you clearly don't understand, if your misguided attempts at cooking us like a prized bull are any indication."

[memoirsofamanager]

Hello boys!

Nothing suspicious here, just step into this large and totally off oven that definitely wont lock from the inside....

Both of them just...look at you. Not unlike how one would look at someone they found particularly stupid.

"I think you'd have to be deliberately obtuse to fall for something like that," Firmin states flatly.

André nods in agreement. "I concur."

[la-sorellis-askblog]

“Oh, Sorelli, you must help me! It’s absolutely horrible!” She said panicked, fidgeting with her hands. “There’s water running from the pipes, and I’m not sure how to stop it! Please help me!” She cried.

@somewherefarintheclouds

Dear oh dear!

Where did it start!? Is there a leak in the ceiling or is it just the pipes? Which pipes? Oh dear... uhm...

[Sorelli stuffed a cloth in the pipe and stepped back]

...perhaps we should get the managers.

[somewherefarintheclouds-deactiv]

She stood behind Sorelli, holding onto her shoulder. It seemed as if it only got worse when she shoved the cloth into the pipe. “I was thinking of telling them, but what if they are angry with us?” She tilted her head as she looked back and forth between Sorelli and the pipe.

[la-sorellis-askblog]

Well, did you cause the leak? If not, they have no reason to be mad.

[She stepped back as water pooled on the ground]

And we really need to fix this before the floor gets water damage...

I will call the managers! Don't worry!

@memoirsofamanager

[memoirsofamanager]

Upon their arrival, neither manager seems to know precisely what to do – André stands there staring at the leak like he expected a solution to jump out at him, whilst Firmin looked like he was mentally calculating the cost of getting this mess fixed.

It's Firmin who finally asks, "What on Earth happened?", trying his very best not to come off as too upset with the mishap.

@somewherefarintheclouds @la-sorellis-askblog

[somewherefarintheclouds-deactiv]

She took a deep breath before she began to speak. “Well, I was walking down the hallway, completely minding my business, when all of a sudden I saw a very leaky pipe, so I went to Sorelli and asked her for help! We put a cloth into the pipe, but it seems like it has gotten worse!” She rambled as she fiddled with her hands nervously.

[memoirsofamanager]

He looks back at the pipe, then frowns at the water on the floor. He gripes a bit about the mess, and then even more about the cost of cleaning it up.

"Well, maybe it's just old," André reasons amidst Firmin's complaining, reaching up – standing on his tip-toes in the process – to thump the pipe with his knuckles, as if that would solve anything.

Firmin snorts. "Maybe so, my dear André, maybe so. I dare say, though," he turns his attention back to Nour, "perhaps stuffing a cloth into it wasn't the greatest idea?"

[la-sorellis-askblog]

Ah, that was me. I didn't know entirely what to do. So I thought that trying to plug it up would work...? Clearly, though, it did more harm than good.

[Sorelli rocked back and forth on her feet]

But I can help pay for it if needed! Just do not blame Nour.

[memoirsofamanager]

Firmin inhales to say something, no doubt something snippy or snarky, but André quickly cuts in.

"Of course not!" he says hastily. "It's just an accident. And you needn't worry about helping out with payment – as managers, it is our responsibility to handle such matters ourselves, and we've certainly got the funds needed to do so!"

Firmin grunts, clearly not agreeing with that statement, but also not arguing with it, either.

[memoirsofamanager]

Firmin!! I saw your wife kissing another woman!

"Really? Are you certain?" Somehow, he doesn't sound all that perturbed. "Not that it matters. Shame that I don't particularly care for your rumors and lies, hm?"

[la-sorellis-askblog]

“Oh, Sorelli, you must help me! It’s absolutely horrible!” She said panicked, fidgeting with her hands. “There’s water running from the pipes, and I’m not sure how to stop it! Please help me!” She cried.

@somewherefarintheclouds

Dear oh dear!

Where did it start!? Is there a leak in the ceiling or is it just the pipes? Which pipes? Oh dear... uhm...

[Sorelli stuffed a cloth in the pipe and stepped back]

...perhaps we should get the managers.

[somewherefarintheclouds-deactiv]

She stood behind Sorelli, holding onto her shoulder. It seemed as if it only got worse when she shoved the cloth into the pipe. “I was thinking of telling them, but what if they are angry with us?” She tilted her head as she looked back and forth between Sorelli and the pipe.

[la-sorellis-askblog]

Well, did you cause the leak? If not, they have no reason to be mad.

[She stepped back as water pooled on the ground]

And we really need to fix this before the floor gets water damage...

I will call the managers! Don't worry!

@memoirsofamanager

[memoirsofamanager]

Upon their arrival, neither manager seems to know precisely what to do – André stands there staring at the leak like he expected a solution to jump out at him, whilst Firmin looked like he was mentally calculating the cost of getting this mess fixed.

It's Firmin who finally asks, "What on Earth happened?", trying his very best not to come off as too upset with the mishap.

@somewherefarintheclouds @la-sorellis-askblog

[somewherefarintheclouds-deactiv]

She took a deep breath before she began to speak. “Well, I was walking down the hallway, completely minding my business, when all of a sudden I saw a very leaky pipe, so I went to Sorelli and asked her for help! We put a cloth into the pipe, but it seems like it has gotten worse!” She rambled as she fiddled with her hands nervously.

[memoirsofamanager]

He looks back at the pipe, then frowns at the water on the floor. He gripes a bit about the mess, and then even more about the cost of cleaning it up.

"Well, maybe it's just old," André reasons amidst Firmin's complaining, reaching up – standing on his tip-toes in the process – to thump the pipe with his knuckles, as if that would solve anything.

Firmin snorts. "Maybe so, my dear André, maybe so. I dare say, though," he turns his attention back to Nour, "perhaps stuffing a cloth into it wasn't the greatest idea?"

[la-sorellis-askblog]

“Oh, Sorelli, you must help me! It’s absolutely horrible!” She said panicked, fidgeting with her hands. “There’s water running from the pipes, and I’m not sure how to stop it! Please help me!” She cried.

@somewherefarintheclouds

Dear oh dear!

Where did it start!? Is there a leak in the ceiling or is it just the pipes? Which pipes? Oh dear... uhm...

[Sorelli stuffed a cloth in the pipe and stepped back]

...perhaps we should get the managers.

[somewherefarintheclouds-deactiv]

She stood behind Sorelli, holding onto her shoulder. It seemed as if it only got worse when she shoved the cloth into the pipe. “I was thinking of telling them, but what if they are angry with us?” She tilted her head as she looked back and forth between Sorelli and the pipe.

[la-sorellis-askblog]

Well, did you cause the leak? If not, they have no reason to be mad.

[She stepped back as water pooled on the ground]

And we really need to fix this before the floor gets water damage...

I will call the managers! Don't worry!

@memoirsofamanager

[memoirsofamanager]

Upon their arrival, neither manager seems to know precisely what to do – André stands there staring at the leak like he expected a solution to jump out at him, whilst Firmin looked like he was mentally calculating the cost of getting this mess fixed.

It's Firmin who finally asks, "What on Earth happened?", trying his very best not to come off as too upset with the mishap.

@somewherefarintheclouds @la-sorellis-askblog

[memoirsofamanager]

👀 what business are you trying to hide from the police, Firmin?

"None at all. I'm allowed to dislike them and I'm allowed to not want them here."