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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]

Do you think Mr. Coleridge came here as well?

[mouthyplonk.livejournal.com]

If he did, he probably left Wordsworth at home. Poor thing was liable to get homesick, you know.

[madamemoiselle]

Oh, that's true, I suppose! Poor Mr. Wordsworth.

[mouthyplonk.livejournal.com]

The poor thing.

Although, I bet Poe could do with keeping Coleridge company between the Plane and his reality. If those two were here, you bet Edgar Allen Poe had to make an appearance as well.

[madamemoiselle]

Oh, certainly! I love Mr. Poe's stories as well! They're really wonderful, and scary. But that's the fun part.

[mouthyplonk.livejournal.com]

A good scare is always fun. I'll tell you what though, I got dragged to see that new film The Exorcist a few weeks back, had to sleep with the lights on for a week.

[madamemoiselle]

Oh, really? Was it really scary?

[mouthyplonk.livejournal.com]

Was dead scary. Spent half the film hiding behind my fingers!

[madamemoiselle]

Ah, how terrible, then! But was it fun anyways?

[mouthyplonk.livejournal.com]

Nothing too terrible. It was terrifying, but most definitely in the fun way.

[madamemoiselle]

What was it about?

[mouthyplonk.livejournal.com]

This girl ends up possessed by the devil, so her mum calls up a priest and they try to get it out of her.

The bit with her coming down the stairs all spider like.

[does a mock shudder]

[madamemoiselle]

Oh~ That does sound scary! Ne, I never understood that idea, though, being possessed. Does that really happen?

[mouthyplonk.livejournal.com]

That'd be awful! I can't even imagine, having something controlling you like that and you're helpless to stop it. I think they said it was based on true things, too. Can't really say how true true is though. People are bound to make things up from time to time.

[madamemoiselle]

Well, of course. Though, coming here, it makes you think that a lot more than what you expected is real, doesn't it?

[mouthyplonk.livejournal.com]

It does. Things that should seem mad staring you right in the face. It's all too mind boggling at times.

[madamemoiselle]

But that's what makes this place fun too, right?

[mouthyplonk.livejournal.com]

It's still taking some adjusting, but I think so. And I do get to meet people I'd never dream of back home.

[madamemoiselle]

Ah, really? Like who?

[mouthyplonk.livejournal.com]

Well there's you. Don't really think I'd have much of an opportunity to be talking with you about drug addled literary figures back home.

[madamemoiselle]

{Laughs} Probably not! Though, could you really talk with anyone about them, even at home, I wonder? It seems like that kind of literature became...Ne, is it "specialty"? I think that's the word for it.

[mouthyplonk.livejournal.com]

"Specialty" I think is the perfect word.

There are mates from university I could try it out on. Not really anyone in CID. Well, there is Sam, but I'd feel funny just bringing it up out of the blue.

[madamemoiselle]

Oh, well Sam would certainly know! He's the one that gave me this book, after all.

But a university? Ne, that's where really smart people go, isn't it?

[mouthyplonk.livejournal.com]

Did he?

I wouldn't say that as a rule. A fair share at university were miles from smart.

[madamemoiselle]

{Nods} After I mentioned that I liked Lord Byron. Well, that was when I was in that church too, so there wasn't much to do.

Oh, really? A lot has changed, then! I remember Amshel told me that the first time I went to sleep, he went to a university. It was only for the wealthy or elite then, so...Has that changed?