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[brbvideos.livejournal.com]

[Standing in the plane—definitely not walking, just standing still—is a man talking really loudly to no one. His breathing is wavering, he sounds like he's on the verge of losing control. He laughs suddenly, and then he stands straight; he takes several violent, gasping breaths and then he controls himself by force. When he speaks again, his whole demeanor is much calmer.]

My name is Patrick Bateman and I live on the eleventh floor of the American Garden Building. That's in New York. I used to run into Tom Cruise in the elevator.

[A beat.]

There was a FLOOR there. We have floors in New York, we have GROUND. We have—

[He completely loses control, and it's most evident on his face—his expression is one of rage, twisting his features, his face is turning red.]

FUCK. What the fuck is this, FUCK. Someone FUCKING explain this shit to me or Jesus Christ, I will fucking GUT someone, someone will—I have an appointment, I have to return some—I have to be somewhere in fifteen minutes—I will fucking GUT someone, I will cut your heart out, TRY ME.

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[brbvideos.livejournal.com]

[Voice rises.]

No, no, I didn't say I was crazy. [humorless, manic chuckle] Don't call me crazy, you stupid bitch, because I didn't say that.

Who are you?

[madamemoiselle]

{Still just as calm and amused} Oh, I see, another person like that~ It doesn't matter I suppose.

{Sweetly as she curtsies politely} My name is Diva. It's a pleasure to meet you. Ah, and to welcome you to the Astral Plane.

[brbvideos.livejournal.com]

Another person like what?

[Ignoring the rest of what she said for now, though he did note it.]

[madamemoiselle]

I think the word would be "touchy". I didn't call you crazy. It's a big change to be here, so people question why.

It was rude, you know?

[brbvideos.livejournal.com]

I-- [She didn't? That's was strange, because he was certain he heard her say... He honestly doesn't hear her accusation of rudeness.]

What's this Astral Plane?

[madamemoiselle]

Hmm...{She puts a finger to her chin thoughtfully} Some people describe it as a...nexus point between realities, I think it is. It's the Twins and Miss Meredith that bring us all together here. Each person lives in their own world, and it's just here we can all come together. Like I like in New York in 2006, but a good friend of mine lives in Manchester in the 1970s. I think it's 1973, but I'm not sure on that exact year.

It's very strange at first, but you get used to it. I think it's lovely here.

[brbvideos.livejournal.com]

[Takes in what she's saying, and he considers it, while clenching and unclenching his fists. Then he rejects it, because it's, well... Stupid.]

If you say so.

[Turns away, obviously through with the conversation.]

[madamemoiselle]

{:| She puts her hands on her hips} Ne, but what about you? I gave you my name, so I'd like yours.

[brbvideos.livejournal.com]

[His temper flares up--he's suddenly imagining what she'd look like dressed in nothing but her skin, and then without her skin, and he decides it's probably better not to turn around and see her standing behind him.]

Patrick Bateman.

[madamemoiselle]

{Awww, how sweet. Good thing she would survive it anyways! She does smile and her tone softens} It's nice to meet you, Patrick. Thank you.

[brbvideos.livejournal.com]

[Starting to feel vaguely ... guilty about his violent thoughts towards the woman--she reminds him of Jean, in a way. That doesn't stop the thoughts, if anything it makes them worse, and it makes him feel incredibly uncomfortable.]

You're ... welcome.

[madamemoiselle]

Ah, I'm sorry if I made you angry, though. It's just there haven't been many people that reacted quite that way to this place. It's...pretty strange, like something out of a fairytale, but it's really not so bad. But if you do have questions, you can ask the Twins or...I think Meredith. But I don't see her often...

[brbvideos.livejournal.com]

You didn't make me angry, I wasn't ever angry, I was... Do people come and go here, often?

[madamemoiselle]

{Nods} Oh, yes. There are...maybe...50 people or so on the Plane? I can't be sure, since I haven't spoken with all of them, naturally. But this is a place where you can come if you need a break in any sense. While you're here, time stops at home, so you don't need to worry about that appointment you mentioned.

[brbvideos.livejournal.com]

[nods along with her explanation, but...]

That doesn't seem possible. None of this does.

[madamemoiselle]

Of course not. But there are a lot of things here that, um, don't seem possible. There are several people here that aren't human at all, I mean.

[brbvideos.livejournal.com]

... [Weak laugh.] Then what are they?

[madamemoiselle]

Oh...Time Lords...thinking machines...cats...{Glancing back to him curiously to see his reaction}...vampires.

[brbvideos.livejournal.com]

[His reaction is completely impassive.] ... I see.

[madamemoiselle]

You don't believe me?

[brbvideos.livejournal.com]

I don't believe you're lying.

[madamemoiselle]

Then what is it you believe?

[brbvideos.livejournal.com]

I think that some of this-- [gestures around] --is clearly a figment of my imagination. Some of it is possibly real, but I haven't been able to, ah, determine which is which.

[madamemoiselle]

{In a chiming, but still gentle tone} Oh~ Well, I could prove that the...ah~ vampire part is real, specifically.

[brbvideos.livejournal.com]

[just gives her a long, puzzled look]