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[Everyone will no doubt notice a new addition to the Plane: a giant Christmas tree. Yes, it’s decorated. Lights, ornaments, candy canes, the works. EVEN TINSEL. Tinsel rocks. Lots of tinsel, really.

There are also quite a few presents stacked under the tree. Each is addressed to a person on the Plane with hilariously appropriate - or possibly inappropriate - wrapping paper.

There is a sign near the tree which reads, “Thank you very much for helping us. Please accept a gift, completely and utterly free. It is our payment. We feel you’ve earned it! Did you know some trees stay green in the winter? But they‘re so prickly.”

At the bottom of the sign a small scribbled note reads, “We tried to bake cookies but even we wouldn’t eat those.”]

Comments

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Why else would anyone like you?

[madamemoiselle]

My charming personality?

{Thoughtfully} Well, Sam likes me for some reason...

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

You'll have to ask him why. I know I've no clue why he would.

[madamemoiselle]

That would be because he loves me, I guess. Well, he won't say that exactly, but he's gotten close to saying it. Or, he at least cares for me a lot.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Well, they do say love is blind.

[madamemoiselle]

Oh, that's just mean.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

And you aren't?

[madamemoiselle]

It seems like plenty of people here don't really think so.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

I do.

[madamemoiselle]

Well, other than you. You don't count.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Because I don't like you?

[madamemoiselle]

No, it's more like you don't count because I did hurt you and I know that.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

I thought that was your intention.

[madamemoiselle]

To hurt you...? Well, that happened. But I just wanted to see what would happen.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

It wasn't already obvious enough?

[madamemoiselle]

It's fun, though.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

So you did know.

[madamemoiselle]

Of course. It's a good thing Jack loves you more than he wants to have sex with me. It wouldn't be the first relationship I've broken up.

{Simply} How many married men do you think I've taken to bed in my life, Ianto?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

More than you can count, probably.

[madamemoiselle]

Maybe. It'd be hard to remember all those faces.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Was that to see what would happen too?

[madamemoiselle]

No.

{She looks to the presents, breaking eye contact}

That's because Amshel wanted me to. For whatever reason, I guess, just as long as Amshel got what he wanted.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

...prostitution?

[madamemoiselle]

...Is that what you would call it? No one has ever called it that before.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Well, if you were paid for it... or Amshel, I suppose.