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[madamemoiselle]

{The girl stumbles out of nowhere into the Astral Plane and just gapes for a moment for she smiles widely and brightly.}

Ah! Ne, Ne, this is really beautiful~! ♥
Oh, but what is it? I knew that hotels were getting nicer and nicer, but really, this is just too much. Ah, actually it looks like something that might be on that moving pictures box. Pretty, pretty~

{She wanders around, looking at the sky above and below, having her hands out to the side like she was trying to balance.}

How strange! Ne, Amshel really outdid himself with this hotel, I think. This room is so pretty. ♥ ♥ ♥
...Ah? Is that someone else I hear though, maybe?

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[madamemoiselle]

Well then obviously you're wrong.

{Stands}

Because it's seems like it's here to me~

[lamb_of_gold]

It's existence does not mean that it is a natural occurrence, or that it even obeys the laws of the universe as it should.

[madamemoiselle]

But it's here. Ne, are you doing to make it leave because it doesn't fit~?

[lamb_of_gold]

If I could banish this place, I would. Those who are here are involved in some grand experiment against our will.

[madamemoiselle]

{Her amused smile disappears instantly at the word experiment. The cheer is all gone, and Diva steps closer.} You're lying.

[lamb_of_gold]

I do not lie.

[madamemoiselle]

{Dangerously} It's not an experiment.

[lamb_of_gold]

It certainly is, or so said the Twins.

[madamemoiselle]

Oh? Then I'll kill them. Then no more experiment~

[lamb_of_gold]

I somehow doubt that will be a good solution, as death seems to be a temporary ailment here.

[madamemoiselle]

Hmph, then I'll just keep killing them until they stay dead.

[lamb_of_gold]

I fear you'd be wasting your time, madame.

[madamemoiselle]

Then where can I find these...twins. I will not participate in any kind of experiment.

[lamb_of_gold]

Call for them. They'll usually come.

Very few of us are here willingly.

[madamemoiselle]

Willingly? Ah, do you mean that you can't leave this place?

{frowns}

No, that just won't do. I have a performance in a few days.

[lamb_of_gold]

It's possible to return home by willing*poof*
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*poof* Willing it, I beg your pardon, but everyone is eventually drawn back to this place, regardless.

[madamemoiselle]

That just won't do either way. I can't be called here whenever someone pleases.

[lamb_of_gold]

Alas, that is the situation. If you do not believe me now, then time will give merit to my words.

[madamemoiselle]

I don't want to believe you, that's all.

[lamb_of_gold]

Your folly, then.