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[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

I said goodbye, so that's what's important, right? Ah, but I guess no one here really cares about that anymore.

{Anastasia!Diva appears on the Plane, looking thoughtful, but she quickly changes to address the Plane as a whole.}

Ne, but what kinds of jobs can you get in France? I guess ones that don't actually need experience, since I don't really have any... Well, other than music, but I probably shouldn't do that if I want to stay hidden.

{after a beat,} ...And I guess ones that are a little bit under the law, too! Or just the kinds where the government isn't going to be bothering me. It would be really unfortunate if I got caught again, you know? I just want something to do so that I'm not completely bored. I don't really want to just stay at home all day with nothing to do. That would be so boring!

But at least I get to go to France again. I think the Champagne-Ardenne region will be the nicest to live in, but I guess I could settle for Normandy, too...

Comments

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

[Did someone mention Champagne? Aloysius and his boy are happy to help Diva]

You would become a wine seller.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Oh, does that not need experience? I guess I could do that! It wouldn't be that hard.

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

I don't know. I've never tried to be one. I'd buy wine from you if you did.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

How sweet of you! You'd only have to come to France to do it. Or, well, I guess if we had a merger it would be easy, but you never really know with those.

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

Can't I buy it form you here? I'd have to ask Wilcox to give me money. I never see much of it, I suppose because the lawyers embezzle quite a lot, and mummy likes to sent me gifts of things, but I'm sure if I told her it was to help a friend she'd let me. You can give Charles and I suggestions!

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Well, maybe! I think whoever was employing me might ask where the money came from, but I guess it wouldn't be too hard to come up with a lie.

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

Oh, I thought you'd be working independently. [Sebastian Flyte: probably more ignorant about economics than even Diva is]

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Mm, I couldn't afford to do that. Not when I'm supposed to be hiding, anyways. It's no fun this way.

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

Whyever not? I've always thought that if I ever got into trouble, I'd go abroad to somewhere warm and sunny and live the rest of my life exiled but safe from British law. That's what people do, isn't it? It would be very relaxing.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

I wish it were that easy. It's not really like that at all when you're a murderer, I guess.

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

[Sebastian considers this, pulling Aloysius into something of a loose hug] I wouldn't know. I've never ever killed anyone. Papa must've done, in the war, but he never talks anything of it. Sometimes I wonder if Antoine has. I'd believe it of him. I suppose if I did, I'd go to a country that hates England so much they'd refuse to give me back, just to irritate the English. I could even become a hero there.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

That's one way to think about it! I don't think anyone would take me as a hero, though!

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

[something finally hits Sebastian] I've been terribly rude, haven't I? I'm Sebastian. How do you do? It's the oddest thing, but I feel like we've already met.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

We have, silly! Don't you see it in my pretty eyes?

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

It's in the way you hold yourself and how you talk. I'm so sorry if I've forgotten.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{She giggles and curtsies, but as she raises her head again, she's Diva}

Surprise! It's only Diva.

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

That's a very good trick. Aloysius can only disguise himself with a fake moustache.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm very clever, I guess. Or just very skilled. Either way, I think I can beat a mustache.

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

I sometimes wear false whiskers. Antoine can always find me anyway. You've excellent taste in wine, so I shall have to buy from you often. It's summer now. We can do as we like.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure I'd be much help with menial jobs, but I did once work in a book shoppe. Maybe you could do something similar with dresses?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

How lucky for you. Summer is just ending for me, so all that fun is gone. Well, not that I really got to enjoy it this summer at all, but that's not what I mean.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Oh, that could work! I don't know if I'd like selling dresses, though...I think I would just want them all.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

Perhaps a consultant, then? Or even a fashion critic? That way you aren't tempted by being in retail.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Oh, but I can't do anything fun like that! I'm supposed to be staying quiet for a while, so I can't even sing...It's terrible, Lucy.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

You can't even write for the papers? How dreadful, my dear. [takes her hands] Why don't you give us a concert here, then? I'm so very fond of your singing.