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[Meredith appears in a little-used area of the Plane with what appears to be living Plane metal in her hands]

Someone suggested that this is a social experiment, so...

[Kneeling, Meredith lets the metal down onto the floor. Some of it slithers away from her and other pieces vanish, but quickly enough, her hands are empty]

...we will fulfill expectations.

[Then, she is gone]



((ooc: Plot start! The plot post is here and the pairings are here! For reference, Plane Metal is cool to the touch and almost liquid feeling, like brushing your finger over the top of water. It is a deep gray which appears to be speckled in the light but in other lights the metal seems ghostly and translucent. Feel free to start up your posts, get your partners together and go for it!))

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[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{:| IT FEELS GROSS. So anyways, let's talk, Orel, because Diva is NOT PLEASED}

[iamachurch.livejournal.com]

[Orel looks at the cuff for a minute, before looking at Diva and smiling in a sort of awkward, 'I don't quite know who you are or why we are chained together' way. Which isn't to say it's a bad one, he just looks like an awkward little boy as I ramble ramble ramble.]

Hi.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Ah...

{Diva kneels, first, yanking on the chain. If it were a normal chain, it would have broken. So, instead she looks up at Orel with a small frown}

Who are you?

[iamachurch.livejournal.com]

I'm Orel Puppington. [He then smiles, doing his best to seem friendly.] I guess you don't know why we're chained either, huh?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Of course not! Ne, this must be something terrible that the Twins have done! Oh, this just won't do at all...!

{She pouts, murmuring discontentedly to herself before sighing}

That's not fair, though...

[iamachurch.livejournal.com]

Don't worry, Miss. I'm sure there's a way to fix it. I mean... if those Twins put it on, maybe they could take it off! It wouldn't hurt to ask.

[Have some optimism, Diva. Orel has plenty.]

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{She pouts her lips for a moment, but then smiles a little}

Well...these don't last long, at least, usually. Ne, but...

{Diva starts walking, hopefully Orel will get dragged along} Are we really attached to each other? That's no good.

[iamachurch.livejournal.com]

[He follows along so he doesn't get dragged!] Looks like it!

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{She sighs, then turns back to Orel, putting her hands on her hips}

Well then, I suppose I have to be very forward. My name is Diva, and I'm...Well, I'm a vampire, to put it simply.

[iamachurch.livejournal.com]

Aren't vampires supposed to be scary, though? You don't seem scary at all.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{She's surprised for a moment, but then smiles}

Well...I should say I'm like a vampire, then. I drink blood to live, but that's about it.

[iamachurch.livejournal.com]

So, do you like... flavour it? Or put anything in it? Blood doesn't sound like it'd taste good without something mixed in it.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

What...? No, of course not! I like the taste.

[iamachurch.livejournal.com]

Oh. [I am so sorry, Chii, but Orel is... just curious about everything.] Does it taste different if it's from different people? Or animals? Or does it all taste the same... I mean, it seems like it'd taste different based on people, since people eat and drink different things and are all different... [He seems to be considering this deeply. :| Orel is weird.]

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Well...It does taste different. Every person is different. I've never tasted animal blood before, though.