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[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{Diva is wearing a particularly fancy dress today, seeing as she just came from a cocktail party. She made a quick stop on her way home when she saw a strange building, though. But rather than cheerful, Diva looks rather confused. She took a book that was sitting on the counter where she just was, and she's now flipping through it curiously, and her brow furrows as she looks up.}

...Ne, CID? But that's where Sam and everyone else works, isn't it?

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[theguv.livejournal.com]

...what?

[didorothy]

What is it, Diva?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Gene, what does CID look like?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{She flips the book back to the page it was on}

Well, there was an odd building that I didn't recognize, so I went inside to see what it was. I think it's where you work, Sam.

[mouthyplonk.livejournal.com]

Something the matter?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Well, nothing the matter, I don't think, I'm just surprised. I think I have yours and everyone else's CID...What does it look like?

[didorothy]

...You have CID.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Well, I think so. Do you know someone named Phyllis? I believe that was her name.

[didorothy]

[this inspires more '...']

Phyllis Dobbs is in charge of the desk. You met Phyllis?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Is that bad?

[didorothy]

You're still alive, so not that bad.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

What? Should I not be?

[didorothy]

It's Phyllis.

How did the meeting with her go? What did you say? What did she say?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Well...I asked if you were in, since I thought it might be.

{Diva actually blushes a little bit, frowning} And, well, she said "Another one?" How many girls do you have asking for you, Sam?

[didorothy]

[Sam looks somewhat horrified]

I don't have any girls--women--asking for me! I don't have anyone asking for me.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Then why did she say that?

[theguv.livejournal.com]

Big building, lots of coppers, front desk with a smarmy bint at it.

Don't tell me you saw it.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Um, I think I'm inside it.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

Bloody hell, Diva.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

What? I didn't do anything wrong, though!

[theguv.livejournal.com]

No, I just gotta deal with you and your crazies like I did back during that bloody movie experiment, whatever the hell it was. [rubs his temple] You sure it's CID? How do you know?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Well, it's not like I hear many people with that accent in...Well, at home, Gene.

{But then she frowns, putting her hands on her hips}

And what do you mean "you and your crazies"?

[didorothy]

Because she's Phyllis and her suffering makes me happy.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{She frowns slightly for a moment, then she can't help but laugh}

Still, there has to be something. Ne, Sam better not have a girlfriend and forgotten to tell me~

[didorothy]

I'm not interested in romance.

[ooc: OH WHOOPS, that should have been 'my suffering makes her happy.' Sam Tyler, secret sadist!]