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[madamemoiselle]

{A young girl appears on the Plane, lounging on a bed that reeks of finery and royalty. As if that itself weren't a clue of the girl's social status, she herself is dressed very finely. Her dress is all expensive cottons and silks, and her hair is dotted with blue jewels seated on gold. There's also a chain of yellow daisies around her head, but the girl is holding one of the flowers in her hands as she plucks at the yellow petals}

I thought it would be nice to visit, but I didn't think that she would really scold me, still. Stupid. It's not like she's really my mother anyways. That girl died a long time ago.

{The girl sighs and flops on her back, staring at the flower}

I really wanted to play with Alexei, though...

((ooc: This is Diva with Anastasia's face, and she simply went to visit her next door neighbors the Russian royalty. Also, because of the CID plot, I'm not sure where this post falls on a timeline, but we can wing it. ♥))

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[madamemoiselle]

{She smiles a little, and sits next to Sam}

Well, alright. Uhm...

{She pauses, putting a finger to her lip thoughtfully}

We were the House of Holstein-Gottorp-Romanov, of course, and I don't need to tell you what happened to the Romanov family. "Father" was Tsar Nicholas II of Russia and "mother" was Alexandra Fyodorovna. I had three older sisters, and one younger brother. There was Olga, Tatiana, Maria, and of course, dear Alexei. Ah, and Grigori was so close to Us, that he might as well be family too. We called him "Our Friend", after all. It was like a title. Alexei was always sick with that blood disease, so I barely ever got to play with him, but he was my favorite. The sisters were boring. Alexei was really fun to play with, though, and he was so nice. Ne, but Alexandra would get really mad when I would play with him, and sometimes she would even hit me! Terrible...

I never really saw "father" much, only when he wasn't doing business. I think that's why Grigori was so loved by the rest of the family. The Tsar was never around to be with Us. Ah, and there was also George Alexandrovich of Russia, but he was before I became Anastasia.

{But she doesn't really say anymore about him}

We had fun, though. Alexei, Grigori, and I especially. No one else was very fun.

[didorothy]

You cared about Alexi?

[madamemoiselle]

Well...looking back, I guess I did. Not really at the time, though.

[didorothy]

You do not but you didn't then?

[madamemoiselle]

Well, I killed Alexei to hurt Grigori, but then I made Alexei my Chevalier.

{She frowns} Ne, but Amshel didn't like him, so he was killed.

[didorothy]

[stares at her in mild horror, then shakes his head]

Lucky him to experience casual murder twice.

[madamemoiselle]

{She looks down, frowning}

I know, it's really bad. Ne, but...At least he wasn't killed by the Bolshevik. That would have been a worse way for Alexei to die.

[didorothy]

How'd you cover it up is a better question.

[madamemoiselle]

{Shakes her head}

Mm, I didn't. I went to sleep a month or two after we left the palace. I don't know what Amshel did, but the books I read later said that the family was all kidnapped and then executed. The Bolshevik were real, and they did kill some of the royalty, but I know they didn't kill Anastasia or Alexei.

[didorothy]

They always say they never found her body.

Do you know where it is? Or do you destroy it when you take from it?

[he sounds neither curious nor judgemental]

[madamemoiselle]

{She has to think about it, then looks back to Sam with a smile like she's proud of herself for remembering}

Yekaterinburg, I think Amshel said. That's where the bones are buried, anyways.

[didorothy]

[stares for a moment, because she's smiling, then shakes his head]

That's one great mystery solved.

[madamemoiselle]

It's not really a good one though, is it? Mm, not that I know about a lot of good ones, but still.

[didorothy]

So you're not behind the Bermuda Triangle, how disappointing. Just lost a bet with the Guv.

[madamemoiselle]

...Bermuda Triangle? What is that? And did you really make a bet with Gene about it?

[didorothy]

No, not really. It's an area in the Atlantic Ocean, around the Bahamas, I think. Lots of ships and aeroplanes go missing there, supposedly for 'supernatural' reasons. I don't actually remember what supernatural forces are meant to be to blame, but it's all superstition.

[madamemoiselle]

Ah, that's why I've never heard of it before! I've never been to that part of the world. Though, people that I work with talk about it a lot. They say it's really sunny and hot there, though, so I wouldn't like to go, I don't think.

[didorothy]

It's a far cry from Russia.

[madamemoiselle]

{Nods}

I never really liked the cold either, but I like Europe the most. I think that's perfect. Here is nice, though. It's not too hot or too cold. I might move back to France some day, though. I'd like a chateau.

[didorothy]

Would you move back to near the tower?

[madamemoiselle]

Oh, I don't know. Maybe. I wouldn't like to actually live in Paulliac, but maybe in that region would be nice.

[didorothy]

[Sam nods, just slightly. He is at a loss for conversation. Fail, Sam]

[madamemoiselle]

What about Sam? Where would you like to live if you could live anywhere in the world?

[didorothy]

Manchester. It's my city.

[madamemoiselle]

So you wouldn't like to move?

{She smiles playfully} Ne, that's kind of cute, Sam.