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[madamemoiselle]

{Diva appears on the Plane, sitting on an unextraordinary mail box and (since Dero told me to), now wearing a nun's habit instead of the Victorian clothing she was wearing only the other day}

Ne, after talking to the twins, I have something nice for everyone! Since without a merger, it might be hard to talk to people here, I thought it'd be nice if we could at least send each other letters. So, according to the Twins, as long as you put the recipient's name on your letter and put it in here, it'll get there. Oh, and packages too, but they said that the things inside can't be alive, alright? Just anything you'd send through the mail normally!

{She hops off with a smile, tapping the top}

I hope that it's fun for everyone! I'll definitely be writing a few letters for some people. ♥

Comments

[didorothy]

I'm not the only person here who has enemies, and I'm likely not the only person with enemies who'd be willing to use sommat like this.

[madamemoiselle]

Um...I don't think that the Twins would let that happen. Would they?

[didorothy]

[Sam opens his mouth to say that they wouldn't, then shuts it]

I... don't think we can say that with certainty.

[madamemoiselle]

Well...I just wanted this so that I could write to you, Sam. I lost my cellphone and they don't really exist yet.

Then it just turned into something for everyone.

[didorothy]

[That's sweet. Sam's an idiot]

You could hand me the letters.

[madamemoiselle]

But that takes away the surprise, doesn't it?

[didorothy]

Not unless you warned me ahead of time.

[madamemoiselle]

Still...It just doesn't seem as nice.

[didorothy]

Neither is bioterrorism.

[madamemoiselle]

I don't even know what that is, Sam! Ne, I was just trying to do something nice.

[didorothy]

I know. You wouldn't even think of how this could go wrong, which is a credit to you. But post bombs are about as old as the postal service itself, and weith everything - it'd be best to take precautions.

[madamemoiselle]

...If I asked the Twins about it, would that be enough? Or would I still have to hand deliver Sam's letters?

[didorothy]

Asking the Twins about it would be enough.

[a pause]

I really am sorry. But...

[madamemoiselle]

But you're just worried, I know.

{She takes his hands} But that's what makes Sam so good at his job, right?

[didorothy]

[smiles, but then he remembers last time he didn't take precautions on the potential of a bomb. Woops, Ray]

Hopefully.

[madamemoiselle]

{At least it wasn't the IRA! She laughs a little, then holds the corners of the habit}

So, now that I'll ask about that, what do you think of my new outfit, Sam? It doesn't really suit me, does it?

[didorothy]

I was hoping it was just Halloween.

[madamemoiselle]

Of course not~ It's very real, unfortunately! It changed again, so now I'm in Italy with Amshel and Solomon. Well, I'm actually in this boring church, and Solomon and Amshel are usually doing business all day.

[didorothy]

They put you in a church?

[madamemoiselle]

They said that it's safe here for me. They told the people here that I have consumption, so they don't really come to see me, but I'm not allowed to leave my room. So I read, mostly. Like I'd forgotten how much I liked certain authors, even if I had trouble understanding them a lot of the time.

Like right now, I'm working through one of Mr. Poe's books that Amshel brought me this morning. There's nothing else to do, so it passes the time.

[didorothy]

[a nun. In a church. Reading Poe. Diva is a nun, in a church, reading Poe.

Wow.

Sam's expression says 'what?' too!]

...Do you want me to get you some other things to read?

[madamemoiselle]

Oh, no, it's fine! I haven't been able to read anything like this in a long time. I felt bad, since I'd almost forgotten, but it was after this that my Chevalier didn't really bring me books anymore. Grigori always liked for me to read, but he was the only one, I think.

{After a moment} I really like Lord Byron and Mr. Thoreau as well, have to admit. Oh, and I really loved the Grimm Fairytales, but Amshel hasn't brought that to me yet.

[didorothy]

I could get you Byron and the Grimm Fairytales.

[Sam tries to remember who Thoreau is, and gets stuck on "didn't he do philosophy sort of things?"]

[madamemoiselle]

Ah, would you? I'd really like that, actually! They're such nice poems and fairytales.

[didorothy]

Shouldn't be that much trouble.