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[madamemoiselle]

{Diva is sitting in a chair, legs crossed and martini in hand, and obviously in the middle of a conversation. Though, depending on who you are, that conversation may be of little importance in comparison to what she's wearing. Diva is wearing a long black robe, thigh highs, and matching underwear. At least the robe's top is conveniently placed to cover her chest, but otherwise, that's it. You can guess what Diva was doing before.}

---to kill me. So he should die. It's what I've...{But she trails off as she realizes where she is, taking a sip of her martini instead}

...Ah~ Ne, that's really bad timing. And today was already a strange day.

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[madamemoiselle]

{Very well then, and so Diva begins to 'sing', though it's certainly not her painful song; it's just very eerily beautiful notes that are sung softly and deliberately as Diva uses her free hand to trail against the TARDIS. She touches her face, chest, arm, fingers, anything that her free hand can touch with all the tenderness of a feather brushing past the TARDIS's skin}

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[oh Rassilon, what is she doing? the TARDIS rather dislikes being touched, especially by you, and grits her teeth, trying to break free, though her struggles aren't quite so strong as they were previous to Diva singing]

[madamemoiselle]

...See? I sing you a song and you don't want to leave anymore.

{Thoughtfully} I wonder what it would be like to have my very own ship, though. The idea sounds tempting, doesn't it?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[glares] I do not want to stay here. Get off me before I make you.

[Diva's next words, however, bring the TARDIS up short, and may - just may - terrify her] No, it does not. You don't deserve a TARDIS, nor are there any for you to have. You're a fool for even thinking it.

[madamemoiselle]

I wonder, I wonder~

{Takes a handful of the TARDIS's hair as she leans dangerously close again} Should I make you mine?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[and yeah, the TARDIS is officially scared] I am no one's save the Doctor's. You cannot change that!

[madamemoiselle]

{Diva lays her chest against the TARDIS's, and begins to idly twirl her finger in the TARDIS's hair} Oh, don't tell me what I can't do.

If I want you, then I'll have you. It's as simple as that. But! It's so hard to decide~ It'd be such a trouble. I mean, if I brought you home, then where would I keep you? We only have room in the dungeons after all. And that, well, that's no fun at all.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[renews her struggles because oiuosgbso NO she is not going to be Diva's] Do not touch me! Release me this instant! I am not yours! I will not be made you! I would rather die than be bound to you!

[madamemoiselle]

{Diva laughs darkly before she holds her wrists more tightly} Is that so? Then should I kill you? Are you saying you want to die?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[shakes her head, struggling harder. and now the drums have started up again and the TARDIS is desperate to get away] I will not be your slave! I want nothing to do with you!

[madamemoiselle]

Then say "I'm sorry" or you and I shall exist together until the day I die.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

No.

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

[and the Brigadier is suddenly on the scene; he did, after all, say he would be attempting to watch Diva to stop this sort of thing. and here he is, serious as ever, hand on his gun]

Release her!

[madamemoiselle]

Oh my~ It looks like our game is over. How sad~

{But she doesn't move because, well, humiliating the TARDIS is fine too}

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[oh yeah? two can play at that game] Brigadier! My dear Brigadier, remove her from me, please. She was trying to kill me again, just as I told you she did before.

[madamemoiselle]

Ne, I was never going to kill you.

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

[he already has his gun out and aimed at Diva; he doesn't fancy attempting anything hand to hand, he knows she's stronger than him anyway] Off her. Now.

[madamemoiselle]

{Not afraid at all! And not moving because she's stubborn, but!} Honestly~ It's just a game. Are you going to kill me for that?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

It is not a game! [uses all her strength to try and shove Diva off] You would enslave me!

[madamemoiselle]

{But it's still not enough to make her budge} Like I said, a game. ♥

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

My life is not a game! It is not to be toyed with! Remove yourself.

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

[the Brigadier doesn't even hesitate now, as he doesn't see this as a game in the least - so he fires the gun; aimed precisely at Diva's head. he knows it's a weak spot and at least grants a few seconds of disorientation (sometimes, anyway)]

[madamemoiselle]

{She only makes the tiniest noise of surprise before she collapses, dead for the moment}

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[scrambles out from beneath her while she has the chance and hurries over to the Brig, dusting herself off and trying to play it out like she wasn't just scared and being pinned down and all other sorts of emotions] Thank you, Brigadier.

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

[the Brig remains on alert though, just in case] Are you hurt?