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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]

{She simply stands, glancing over to the TARDIS with a sweet smile. TARDIS, she knows how to scare you now, so she's more than interested.} We should play again sometime, you know! It's fun, don't you think?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[she hates yoooou] It will be too soon if I have to see you again, you filthy creature. You will stay away from me. [and to the Brig] I am capable of taking care of myself, Brigadier. There's no need to chaperon me.

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

No, Miss Diva. You'll not lay a hand on her again. Do you understand me? [back to the TARDIS] I know that. But I'd rather not just leave on the chance something happens.

[madamemoiselle]

Her? It's a ship. But...Well, if you'll be escorting the TARDIS around, I guess I won't get the chance anyways.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[bitingly] I am more than a mere ship! And he shan't be escorting me about. I can take care of myself.

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

Yes, she is a ship, but she is an individual and a ... person by her own right. I respect her and treat her as I would a friend. [he holsters his gun - he has absolutely no intention on leaving as long as he knows there is still bickering going on]

[madamemoiselle]

Oh, of course you can. You took care of yourself quite well then. {Then to the Brigadier} Well, then when she starts treating me the same way, then I'll give her the honor.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Do not patronise me! [glares angrily, then remembers her previous discussion with Sam (finally), and reigns herself in, staring haughtily at the vampire] There is no sense arguing with a beast that cannot understand. She doesn't deserve the attention, either.

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

[the Brig stands with his hands behind his back] I don't want to catch you two physically fighting, understand me? Argue all you'd like, but keep it to that.

[madamemoiselle]

Fine~ {Back to TARDIS} It's not patronizing you. It's not my fault that you can't even push a girl off of you.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[hmphs] It isn't my fault you weigh an excessive amount. [and because yes, she is that catty] Perhaps it's time to purchase new clothing, vampire. The ones you're wearing are looking rather tight and strained along the seams.

[madamemoiselle]

Are you blind? {She pulls her robe to one side to demonstrate how much room there is, and, well, flash TARDIS in the process but Diva isn't exactly chaste anyways} I weigh less than you. I'm just much stronger than you.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Of course I'm not. You're just deluded. [sniffs disdainfully] I am a ship with infinite space, but you are most certainly larger than I. Don't fool yourself.

[madamemoiselle]

...You are stupid.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

And you are ugly.

[madamemoiselle]

{She laughs at that. Not just 'ohoho' that's kind of amusing, but a full-on laugh like you are fucking crazy}

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[your laughter has no effect, as the TARDIS is totally smirking] I suppose it would be amusing to you, as you cannot seem to comprehend that it was Sam Tyler who told me as much. He finds your body unattractive, whereas he was quite pleased with my appearance.

[madamemoiselle]

{bitch you did not} That's not true! Sam wouldn't say something like that.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Then perhaps you should ask him, shouldn't you? See if he can give you a straight answer.

[madamemoiselle]

I don't believe you at all! There's no way Sam would say anything positive about a machine that can't even decide its own gender!

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

I am quite aware of my gender, vampire. What appearance I take has no bearing on that, and Sam Tyler understands this. Why can't you? Are you that stupid?

[madamemoiselle]

Your appearance has everything to do with it. I mean, honestly, if you're doing to take someone's appearance, can't you just pick one? {This has bothered her since they met, actually}

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Since you asked? No.

[madamemoiselle]

That's kind of disturbing.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[grins and shrugs] I hardly care what you think.