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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]

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.

[madamemoiselle]

...Why not?

[didorothy]

I've done a few more raids than suits someone going clubbing in the past year, or whatever it is.

[madamemoiselle]

...Oh. Uhm, I guess that would be a bad for Sam, then. I don't think you would like the clubs that I tend to go to either, then.

[didorothy]

I doubt it.

[madamemoiselle]

Well, then what does Sam like to do?

[didorothy]

[paperwork]

I don't have time to cultivate hobbies.




And I like to play video games.

[so fail]

[madamemoiselle]

Ne, but Sam, that doesn't sound like fun at all! But video games? You mentioned that before, right?

[didorothy]

Might've done. Have you ever played?