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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?

[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]

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

[madamemoiselle]

{Smiles up to Sam cheerfully}

Hello Sam! Ne, how are you today?

[didorothy]

You're in Germany.

[contract_star]

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

[madamemoiselle]

{Her smile falls just a little}

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

[didorothy]

Mengele?

[who, you know, become a zombie overlord and shot him in the leg, so it's a bit personal as far as Sam's concerned]

[madamemoiselle]

I don't really know. And I don't know if that's a good or bad thing.

[madamemoiselle]

Josef.

{She nods} He was talking to me just now about going into town for the weekend.

[didorothy]

He betrayed you.

[madamemoiselle]

I know. I know, that. But he also took me to films on his days off, sang with me, did so many nice things for me.

{She brushes her hair behind her ear nervously} That's why it hurt more, I think.

[contract_star]

These sorts of things can be confusing. It's alright if you don't know.

[madamemoiselle]

Is it really?

[contract_star]

[Nods.]

[didorothy]

I don't want you hurt again.

[madamemoiselle]

It doesn't seem like it should be that way, though, Hei. I shouldn't feel...happy to see him.

[madamemoiselle]

It doesn't happen for a few more months.

{After a moment} I almost killed him, Sam. I almost did, but I couldn't. I couldn't do that to Josef, even knowing what he'd done.

[didorothy]

Do you... love him?

[madamemoiselle]

I did. Very much.

[didorothy]

Do you?

[madamemoiselle]

I don't know, Sam. I hate him, I really do, but I still feel...happy when he touches me or when he says my name. He was the only one that knew my real name, actually, so that was especially nice, but...It didn't mean anything, did it?

[didorothy]

[he opens his mouth to say something, hesitates, and then says,]

I don't know.