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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

[didorothy]

[slightly startled] I wasn't...serious. Though maybe I should talk to you about it.

[madamemoiselle]

...Well alright. What would you like to talk about?

[didorothy]

I have no idea. What do you think makes two people close?

[madamemoiselle]

{She puts a finger to her lip thoughtfully}

Well...Let's see...

There's a feeling, I think. It's that you trust someone and you like them, even though they do bad things sometimes. Then if they're closer, then you feel happy to touch them, to be physically close to them. To...

{Heehee, her mind is drifting to dirty places, so she just trails off with a smile}

[didorothy]

[Sam knows where that mind just went. HE KNOWS. He's ignoring it]

What about knowing the person? Does that factor in?

[madamemoiselle]

Well...that's a different kind of closeness, isn't it? It's just sex then. For fun.

[didorothy]

[folds his arms]

I meant how much you trust a person and how much you know them. I didn't mean sex. Sex doesn't have a thing to do with it.

[except it does and he knows it]

[madamemoiselle]

But it does, Sam. Even if I have sex with a person whose name I don't even know, I feel close to them, even if it's only for a little while.

[didorothy]

It's not real closeness. It's just sex. Casual sex. Which is all right for some people, but it isn't much of a connection.

[madamemoiselle]

{Shrugs}

Maybe...But it's fun, you know?

[didorothy]

[pinches the bridge of his nose]

Only occasionally.

[madamemoiselle]

Well, it's not like it's bad for me. I mean, I can't get pregnant, get the diseases, drugs, nothing like that. It's just sex because it's fun.

{Giggles a little} Well, Sam doesn't want to try, does he?

[didorothy]

It doesn't seem worth it.

[madamemoiselle]

...It doesn't?

[didorothy]

A quick shag for a few moments of feeling close to someone? I'd go to the pub instead.

[Sam does not mention his crazy Mexican adventures, of course]

[madamemoiselle]

Well...It's lonely otherwise.

[didorothy]

You could go to a film with someone. Or the opera, if you prefer. Maybe out to a park to just watch the people...

[madamemoiselle]

Well...The only person I'd want to do that with would be you. Or Hei or Deadpool, I guess, but those things...Those are closer.

[didorothy]

And better.

[madamemoiselle]

...Well...You're all busy with things, so...I don't want to ask and impose.

[didorothy]

The Guv might work me to the ground, but I do get days off.

[madamemoiselle]

Well...I'd like to spend some of those days with you.

[didorothy]

Then we should.

[have the awkward flirty smile]

[madamemoiselle]

{To the library! She smiles back, taking his hands}

Wonderful! Ne, if we do, you should pick where to go, though. After taking you to my extravagant parties, I think you should get to pick something.

[didorothy]

[he suggests the library to her!]

I'd say a club, but I don't know that that's a great idea.