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[madamemoiselle]

{Dero was nice enough to motivate me to make a posting schedule, so here's Diva! She's still in Haydée's body, so as soon as she came here, the uniform she had been wearing was gone. But still, she's sitting behind a desk with neat piles of paperwork, all in German. There's a bulky typewriter that takes up most of the desk, and a small desk radio that sounds like a German radio program, though Diva had turned it down quite a while ago.

She also looks surprisingly tired. She leans back in the wooden chair, putting her palms lightly over her eyes.}

Ne, it's really stupid. I really shouldn't care, shouldn't--

{But something said on the radio catches her attention, so she lifts her palms to look at the radio}

My, isn't that something? President Roosevelt traveled by aeroplane last week. I'm sure he was going to meet Mr. Churchill, actually. I wonder if Amshel or Solomon will be there too, actually~ It was winter when they met them, if I remember correctly...

((ooc: Simultaneous plots, awesome. Diva is now in Germany, 1943))

Comments

[contract_star]

Diva? Is everything alright?

[madamemoiselle]

{Smiles a little}

My reality changed again. That's all.

[contract_star]

Into what?

[madamemoiselle]

Auschwitz. I'm with Josef. He was behind me just now, as a matter of fact.

[contract_star]

[He frowns a little.] Are you...okay with that?

[didorothy]

[Sam's face is serious. She was last in WWI, and a thirty year jump puts her in WWII. The 'Churchill' confirms it.]

Diva.

[madamemoiselle]

{Smiles up to Sam cheerfully}

Hello Sam! Ne, how are you today?

[didorothy]

You're in Germany.

[madamemoiselle]

{Her smile falls just a little}

I am. I think the radio would have given that away, though.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Queitly] What's stupid?

[madamemoiselle]

Mm, just someone that I've met. He's an odd person.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

Ah... Is he unpleasant?

[madamemoiselle]

Not all the time, really. Most of the time, he's very pleasant, but I think he just has a bad temper.

[mouthyplonk.livejournal.com]

You all right?

[madamemoiselle]

Just surprised, that's all.

[mouthyplonk.livejournal.com]

About Winston Churchill?

[madamemoiselle]

Well, that too! I mean, I didn't realize it was January. Ah, but that's because of one of the Twins' little ideas. I've been traveling through time, so to speak. Russia, Italy, and now Germany, 1943. It's been nice, in a way, to revisit the places that became my memories.

[oncemarauder.livejournal.com]

[Remus drifts towards her, curious but a little hesitant]

[madamemoiselle]

{She glances back, smiling}

Ne, hello Remus~ How are you today?

[oncemarauder.livejournal.com]

[returns the smile, a bit shyly] Much better than last time. What about you?

[madamemoiselle]

Alright, I guess. Did your world go through World War II? Because I ended up in that era this time.

[tworiffic.livejournal.com]

[Slowly, as usual -]

The knife?

[madamemoiselle]

I don't have it yet, but I'll have it for you when I'm back to normal. I got him to agree to give it to me. Ne, sorry about the wait, though.

[tworiffic.livejournal.com]

[He acknowledges that with the slightest nod.]

How?

[ooc: OOPS. fail on my part, I absent-mindedly forgot Diva looks different. 8D; I guess Two overheard... or something...? :C]

[madamemoiselle]

I gave him me. Ne, I don't know for how long he's thinking of, but I don't really care either way. It's not important.