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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]

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?

[mouthyplonk.livejournal.com]

That church?

There are a load of smart people. There are just some real idiots, too. Some just get to go because their families have cash to throw around.

[madamemoiselle]

As part of that experiment~ For a little while in Italy, I was staying in a church as a nun, and that's where I ended up for the experiment.

Oh, so they don't really go to learn?

[mouthyplonk.livejournal.com]

What era were you in Italy for?

Most go to learn, some go because their parent want them to, some go to get a good job, some go to have fun. Most go to learn, I think, but there are the exceptions.

[madamemoiselle]

Hm...I think it was 1910 or so? It was the end of the Great War, er...the first World War.

Why did you go, then?

[mouthyplonk.livejournal.com]

Did you enjoy that, being a nun?

I went for the learning. [her tone gets lower, almost secretive] Can't deny I had a bit of fun in the process.

[madamemoiselle]

Oh no, it was terrible! I couldn't do anything. Which is why Sam got me these books. Just something to do.

Ne, really? What kind of fun~?

[mouthyplonk.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry, it sounds awful.

[laughs]

Nothing too earth shattering. Just the usual sorts of trouble you get into in university. Parties and blokes and maybe some alcohol might have played a role.

[madamemoiselle]

Oh, are those the usual sorts? That doesn't sound too odd, then.

[mouthyplonk.livejournal.com]

What sorts did you imagine?

[madamemoiselle]

I didn't imagine anything! I've never been to school.

[mouthyplonk.livejournal.com]

Well, you seem to be as bright as most people I went to uni with. Would you have wanted to go to school?

[madamemoiselle]

Hm...I don't know, maybe. It seems like a lot of work, and I was never good at ciphering, especially.

[mouthyplonk.livejournal.com]

It can be a load of work, some of it a little useless, but it can be a laugh, too. You might find you learn something new and meet a few mates in the process. I loved it, some of my favourite memories were in university.

[madamemoiselle]

...Really? What's your favorite memory, then? If that's not too personal for me to ask.

[mouthyplonk.livejournal.com]

[laughs and blushes a little, but obliges]

Graduation day, jumping off this bridge into a weir. Bottle of wine in one hand.

[stops and laughs getting a little redder]

Wine in one hand, and [beat] bra in the other.

[ducks her head and laughs]

[madamemoiselle]

{Diva laughs with her}

That sounds really fun, though! Lucky you!

[mouthyplonk.livejournal.com]

It was! My favourite memory ever, actually.

[madamemoiselle]

Really! That's quite the memory then.

{Thoughtfully} Ne, I think mine would be...

{A pause, them warmly} I think when Saya came to speak to me the first time, that was...so wonderful. Even though I was in the tower, then, there was nothing like that feeling that there was someone like me on the other side of that door.