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[madamemoiselle]

{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.}

Comments

[madamemoiselle]

...And?

[mercwamouth]

They're lookin' right at me.

And not in the good way.

More in the "we are going to kill you seven times before you hit the ground" way.

[madamemoiselle]

Ne, Deadpool...You'll be alright, right? I mean, I'm worried about you.

[mercwamouth]

I'd worry more about the Thunderbolts. I'll be ready for them, don't worry.

[madamemoiselle]

{She smiles a little}

Well, as long as you'll be alright, then that's good!

[mercwamouth]

[madamemoiselle]

Oh, but what do you think of the poem, Wade? I think this is one of his darker poems, but it's very nice.

[mercwamouth]

I know about as much about poetry as I know about nuclear fission. Sounded OK, though.

[madamemoiselle]

I've been trying to read more, lately. Well, since there's not much else to do, anyways.

[mercwamouth]

You should get out more.

[madamemoiselle]

Get out where?

[mercwamouth]

Of the mansion.

[madamemoiselle]

Oh, well I do! Not for fun things all the time, but I have to go see my agent for things during the day, go to auditions, interviews, and I did a modeling job this week because the model the magazine had lined up had to drop all of the sudden. But there's parties too, I guess. I don't like to spend too much time at home.

[mercwamouth]

Well just keep busy. I... should be back before too very long.

[madamemoiselle]

{Smiles}

Well, when you come back, why don't we do something together?

[mercwamouth]

Pretty sure I already said I would.

[madamemoiselle]

Well then, what would you like to do? There's the theatre which I...Well, I never really use because I don't know what films to watch.

[mercwamouth]

Dinner and a movie? Kickass. I haven't seen "Watchmen" yet.

[madamemoiselle]

Watchmen? What is that?

[mercwamouth]

A movie. Based on a comic. Should be fun.

[madamemoiselle]

Well, I don't know if I'll be able to get that, but I'll try, at least.

[mercwamouth]

What time period you at?

[madamemoiselle]

Oh, it's July 2007.

[mercwamouth]

Oh.

...Then let's go see "The Simpsons Movie"!

[madamemoiselle]

Alright then! Would you like to actually go to a theatre, or should I get a copy for the private theatre in the basement?