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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. ♥

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[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.

[madamemoiselle]

Then I'd appreciate it! Ne, will I have to return them to you, or could I keep them?

[didorothy]

Keep 'em.

[madamemoiselle]

{Brightly}

Thank you, Sam! Ne, it's very nice of you~ You're spoiling me.

[didorothy]

[smiles and ducks his head]

It's nothing.

[madamemoiselle]

It's not nothing at all! It's very sweet and thoughtful of you.

[didorothy]

No, it's just--

Hold on a tic.

[Sam vanishes, and when he reappears, he has "The Poetical Works of Lord Byron. Complete in one volume. Collected and arranged, with illustrations and notes by Thomas Moore, Lord Jeffrey, [et al]. With portrait and numerous illustrations on steel. (Hardcover!)" (because it was the most complete one he could find) as well as the largest-looking version of "Brothers Grimm Complete Fairy Tales" at the shop]

Here you are.

[madamemoiselle]

{Oh the joy on her face, I don't even have an icon for it, I don't think. She takes them very delicately before she hugs them to her chest}

Ne, ne, these are really nice, Sam! Thank you!

{As a slight afterthought, she comes closer, leaning up to kiss Sam on the cheek}

[didorothy]

[he smiles]

It's nothing at all.

[madamemoiselle]

{She laughs a little} You keep saying that, but it's important. It...means a lot to me, Sam.

[didorothy]

[Sam does not know what to say, so he shoves his hands into his pockets and looks away. This, ladies and gentlemen, is why it's been a long time since Sam got laid (consensually)]

[madamemoiselle]

{Social awkwardness tends to do that. Luckily, Diva is perfectly willing to elaborate}

Mm, I mean, it means a lot since it's from you. I've gotten lots of gifts from suitors, but I've barely kept any of them. They just tend to get lost between the times I'm awake. Those are things like jewels, expensive clothes, other fancy, beautiful things, but they don't have that same meaning, you know.

I mean, that teddy bear and scarf that Sam gave me for Christmas, those are worth more to me than any amount of gold.

[didorothy]

[somehow, it's the indirect 'I love you's that hit him hardest. All he can manage is,]

I'm glad.

[and then he's back to being slightly overwhelmed]

[madamemoiselle]

{Diva seems pleased enough by that, so she laughs just a little at his awkwardness}

[didorothy]

Enough of that, Sister Diva.

[madamemoiselle]

What, I'm not even allowed to laugh?

{Giggles a bit more} Though, it's Sister Dante. It's an odd name, isn't it?

[didorothy]

It reminds me of infernos.

[madamemoiselle]

It should! That's where I took the name from, after all.

[didorothy]

Why did you name yourself after that?

[madamemoiselle]

Mm, well, my favorite story in Russia was La Divinia Comedia, actually. Grigori read it to me often.

[didorothy]

Which half was your favourite?