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{Diva is lounging quite comfortably on a couch she's brought to the Plane, wearing very little. Propped against her knees is the The Poetical Works of Lord Byron that Sam has given her. She's also brought a few magazines, one of which seems to have a picture of her on the cover, but it's mostly obscured by a knife that she's been meaning to return.

But in the meantime, she reads aloud, occasionally stammering over a word or two.}

I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went--and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light...

{But after that bit, she stops, smiling brightly}

Ne, that sounds like the Plane, doesn't it? Well, maybe not so much the last part, but I bet some people here would think that anyways. I can't, though. It's too nice here. Still, how lovely! Did Lord Byron get to come to this place, I wonder?

{She shakes her head though, laughing} Ne, it wouldn't really surprise me. There isn't too much about this place that surprises me anymore. But it'd be nice to actually meet him! I really do love his poems.

{But the thought is soon dismissed, and she reads the rest of the poem quietly.}

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Yeah, probably not. They're pain in the arse anyway.

...What kinds of things does Chris dream about? Normally, I mean?

Uh, normally? I dunno. Just boring stuff. Sometimes I get funny ones. Like one time, CID were a league fighting evil and it was against this big cat. It were an evil cat, though. Shot heat beams from its eyes. And then this bridge appeared and it weren't really the same dream. Ended up being about my sister forgetting to buy milk.

{Laughs} Ne, that's really funny, then! And that's normal?

Yeah! 'S not always that funny. But uh, I had one...a bit ago? And I were swimming in my cereal.

Ne, but that's pretty funny!

[He grins.] Yeah? Yeah, I thought it was cool. 'Cos you could the milk and eat the cereal and all that while having fun.

{leaaaans closer}

Really? I've never had cereal, so I wouldn't know.

[He is aware that you are close Diva, oh yes he is.]

Uh. Yeah? You should. Sometime, anyway. 'S good.

Well, I wouldn't be able to taste it, you know? So it's kind of a waste for me.

Oh, yeah, forgot that. Nothing you can do to fix it?

I don't think so! It's just been something I've had as long as I can remember.

Yeah? That's not fair. Like, my favourite thing is sandwiches, 'cos you can stack them with loads of stuff and it's really good, all the different stuff. [Poetry in words, right here.] Does, uh, blood have tastes for you?

Well...I don't really no how to describe it. It tastes...warm, a little bit metallic.

Oh, uh, like when you lick an iron pole or something?

I've never licked one.

....Have you?

[...Awkward.]

Uh...might have. Once. Or twice.

{...giggles}

Goodness, why?

Uh, I dunno. I were just wondering what it tasted like, you know? 'Cos you hear that people get their tongue stuck to poles and then I thought maybe it was because people tasted them. And maybe they tasted good. Didn't know until I tried.

Ne, that's very cute, Chris.

[Chris does a stupid smile here.]

Yeah? Sometimes I think of stuff like that. Just, like, I dunno. Before I go to bed, I wonder about stuff.

{She smiles warmly, intertwining one of her hands with his own}

Before you go to bed? My, I almost wish I would sleep, then. It must be nice!

[Chris is just a bit nervous now - read: very - but he's determined not to screw up.]

It is, yeah. I mean, I like sleeping. But uh, I hope you can sleep someday.