Constellation 08

[scienceandgod.livejournal.com]

[There are several piles of snow on the Plane today. There's enough of it to cover a small section of the 'floor' in it, as well as scatterings here and there. Arthur is sitting in the middle of it, dressed appropriately for the cold, at least, with a heavy winter jacket and large snow boots. His cheeks are a bright red, though whether this is because of the cold or the scotch currently being filtered by his body is anyone's guess.

There are tuffs of snow on his hair and clothes, but these are ignored in favor of the drawing in the snow he seems to be working on at the moment. Equations, to be exact] 
[Experiment start, as well~]

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[scienceandgod.livejournal.com]

Why shouldn't you?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Because even though I loved him, Amshel hurt me. People here say that, really, and I didn't think of it until I came here. I think...someone said that Amshel "damaged" me.

{She looks down at the snow}

Ne, he controlled me. Killed people that got too close to me, things like that. I was his precious treasure.

[scienceandgod.livejournal.com]

[frowning] He shouldn't have done that. It doesn't sound right, to me.

I'm sorry.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{Brightly again}

You don't need to be sorry. He's not here anymore, so there's nothing to worry about.

[scienceandgod.livejournal.com]

[nods, turning back to his equations] I'm glad, then.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Arthur, isn't it?

{She rubs her shoe over the corner of one of the equations lightly}

You're not very social are you?

[scienceandgod.livejournal.com]

[Arthur quickly reaches up to fix it, though he assumes she didn't on accident]

not normally, no. I'm not very good with people.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Really~? How surprising. You seem nice enough.

[scienceandgod.livejournal.com]

I get nervous talking to most people.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Are you nervous right now?

[scienceandgod.livejournal.com]

No. I've been drinking, though. I think that might be why.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Oh, then alcohol loosens your tongue, doesn't it?

[scienceandgod.livejournal.com]

A bit. Normally not this much, but maybe I've just had more to drink than usual.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{She tilts her head slightly, smiling}

Oh, then that's a good thing. It's nice to talk to you so honestly.

[scienceandgod.livejournal.com]

Oh, thank you. I'm glad I'm not boring you, Diva.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Never~ There are few people here that bore me.

{She leans a bit closer}

I mean, the people here are so nice, you know?

[scienceandgod.livejournal.com]

[Arthur seems oblivious to the loss of personal space; he's still mostly focused on his work] They are. I've met some very nice people here, like the Doctor.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Is there anyone else?

[scienceandgod.livejournal.com]

The Master, most of the time. And you, Diva. You're very pleasant to talk to.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{She smiles}

Thank you, then. That's very sweet. Ah, but which Master do you mean? The younger looking one or the older one?

[scienceandgod.livejournal.com]

I only know one. The one with the Doctor.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Hmm...I guess that's the younger one, then. The older one wouldn't be any good at all. At least the younger one is very polite and pleasant.

[scienceandgod.livejournal.com]

I didn't even know there was another Master, really.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

You're better off not knowing.

[scienceandgod.livejournal.com]

I suppose I'll take your word for it, then.