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[madamemoiselle]

{Diva is going crazy. Or, more like hungry, sleep-deprived, and...a little crazy, yeah. They're kind of synonymous in this situation. In any case, Diva is on the plane looking pretty haggard. She's sitting at one of the tables on the plane, her head set against the table as she holds her arms like she's cold}

Ne, I can't believe those places are showing up again. Alexei is right next door, my tower is in Times Square, and...Josef, that home is on the other side of town. Why is that, I wonder? I wonder if Amshel is still here after all, or maybe it just can't be.

{She murmurs something else softly, but pushes herself up enough to look at anyone that's around} Ne, but anyone else that's died here before, can I ask a favor, maybe?

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[didorothy]

[Sam is not at his best, but hey, time waits for no man, even if this man is wondering where the hell his DCI has gotten to]

Diva?

[madamemoiselle]

{She laughs and smiles, looking up to Sam} You know Sam, something was still wrong after all. I'm always hungry, and now I'm getting sick because of that, I think. Ne, and things are strange at home too, you know.

[didorothy]

[sits beside her]

Tell me about it.

[madamemoiselle]

Mmmm, which part, Sam?

[didorothy]

All of it.

[madamemoiselle]

Well, after I came back, I've always been hungry no matter how much I eat, but...Jack said something that makes me think I need another type too. I think...I think I need that same blood that we both have now. That's why it's cold, right?

But, ne, home...Home is changing. Old places, they're coming back, or people from a long time ago. I'm living next to Alexei and Anastasia now, and Josef, Josef is on the other side of town. Of course, it always snows there. Just like it did then, you know? There are places, my places, coming back, Sam.

[didorothy]

[frowns] We'll need to get you donations from people who've... died, then. Or modify the deal with the Twins.

Stay away from those places, Diva. No matter what.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[A little hesitantly, but because she has a savior complex--]

...what's wrong?

[madamemoiselle]

{Frowns, resting her head on the table again} If...If that's not too much trouble.

Why? Ne, I already ended up at Josef's gates, but I couldn't go in anyways. I could hear anyone there, but I could see them. {Murmured} It was really weird.

[madamemoiselle]

Ah, I don't think I'm drinking the right blood, that's a little bit. Ne, but the people that have that blood, I don't want theirs.

[didorothy]

I will.

[drums his fingers on the table]

You should just... avoid those places. They`re not any good for you.

[madamemoiselle]

...Thank you. Ah, but...Is there anything I can do to, um, help? Or in return? That's...a lot.

Probably not at all. {Burying her face in her hands} Amshel, he must be angry even now. Amshel made it happen once, I think, but that was a while ago, and he's...gone. But it can't be real, can it?

[didorothy]

You can avoid those places. [touches her arm] They're not real. They're not. But they can hurt you.

[madamemoiselle]

...{Looks up to Sam, smiling} They already have, isn't that right?

[didorothy]

[he looks at her, and then he nods]

Promise me you'll stay away from them.

[madamemoiselle]

I promise. I do. Ne, but...they won't show up in other people's homes, will they?

[didorothy]

You mean people whose realities are mixed in with yours?

[madamemoiselle]

{Nods} Especially...Josef's. I don't want anyone to see that part.

[didorothy]

If I knew how to fight off this sort of thing, I'd do what I could.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

The right--

Oh. Because of what happened? You think you need... the sparkly kind.

[madamemoiselle]

{She doesn't say anything to that, instead taking Sam's hand in both of her own, however her skin feels like a corpse's by how cold it is. Chiropteran's have more efficient bodies in general, at least, or else she'd be dead} It's just something small. It can't be bad, not anymore.

[madamemoiselle]

...I think that's it.

[didorothy]

[looks down at her hand, squeezing it gently]

We need to get some blood into you, first.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

Do you... has anyone offered to help?

[madamemoiselle]

....I could take some of Sam's.