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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]

Ne, that's very cute, Chris.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[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.

[madamemoiselle]

{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!

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[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.

[madamemoiselle]

{And she giggles again}

Ne, there's no need to be so nervous~

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Chris ducks his head a bit, smiling.]

Yeah? I mean, yeah. I'm not that nervous.

[madamemoiselle]

Is that so?

{She leans up and kisses him}

That's good, then. ♥

[gotitwrong]

[From no where, and quite literally, is Ray! He seems a bit annoyed and somewhat in a rush.] Chris, you div. I need you back down there, now.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Chris, just about to kiss back, looks up.]

Can't it wait a minute? Just a minute.

[madamemoiselle]

{She clings to Chris's arm}

Ne, you don't need him!

[gotitwrong]

Sorry, luv, I do. [And he gives Chris a serious-business-I-am-not-joking-don't-make-me-drag-you-back look.] Chris, now. Not later.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Sorry, Ray, Chris is whining.]

It doesn't need to be right now, 'cos it wouldn't matter, you know? It's not now. [This is his way of explaining time not passing. He is smart.] Please?

[madamemoiselle]

Ne, does Ray want Chris for himself?

[gotitwrong]

[The implications of Diva's words go over his head, or he seems to ignore them. Also he seems to be getting further annoyed] I need him, luv. And I don't intend on hangin' 'bout all day just because you're both pawin' each other.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Ray you're really going to have to drag him away, sorry.]

Could just sit at the pub for a bit or something.

[madamemoiselle]

Oh, and what? You'd rather take him to paw at him yourself?

[gotitwrong]

[THAT Ray did indeed get. He keeps up his pleasant demeanour, but hey, guess what? He's epically pissed. Enough that he has just totally ignored Chris' existence.] What did you say?

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[You remember that look when Chris realised a drag queen was hitting on him and he was confused and startled? Yeah he'll just be making that look and blinking. What a queer strange concept this is!]

[madamemoiselle]

{She grins, setting her head on Chris's shoulder}

I thought it was fairly clear what I said. It would explain a lot, wouldn't it?

[gotitwrong]

[Ray tenses, and it's quite obvious from his stance and how he holds himself that he's right on the verge of violence. Diva has pushed buttons that are best not pushed on Ray.] I ain't no Goddamned queer. [He seethes that sentence, mind.

And then turns his attention to Chris and does something that is very rare for him. He yells. At Chris.] Chris! Now!

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[That made Chris snap out of it and for just an instant he clings a bit to Diva.] Uh, uhm, Diva? I'll be back, all right? [He's more nervous in a kicked-puppy sort of way now, scrambling to obey while trying not to push Diva off because that's rude and he doesn't want her off but Ray is yelling and that's scary so he has to go now. <-- Chris thoughts speed by!] I'm coming, yeah, Ray.

[madamemoiselle]

{She lets Chris go, but still smiles at Ray}

My, my, that's a touchy subject, isn't it~ It looks like you want to hurt me, Ray. That would be bad, wouldn't it?

[gotitwrong]

[And he smiles back, though his body language still says he's pissed.] I don't make it a habit of hittin' women.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Chris stands beside Ray now, silent, not really wanting to say anything to get yelled at again. Yelling is bad! And conflicts! And he does not like this.]

[madamemoiselle]

Ne, that's very sweet of you, then. But I wonder what it would take for you to break that habit, then?

{Giggles} But whatever, I guess! You and Chris have fun, alright? ♥