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Ne, it seemed like a fine idea. I didn't mind working for someone they asked me to work with, and I thought that at least it wouldn't be a problem, but no, of course not. Arnould Rousseaux--just an angry, bitter old man. A rude, angry and bitter old man.

{Diva is lugging...well, luggage out of her mansion on the Plane. She has recently relocated herself, so instead of paying to have luggage shipped overseas, she did the smart thing and just decided to keep it on the Plane! But now she's taking all of it out of the house so that she can take it back to her reality with her all at once. That's the easiest thing to do, anyways.

The only problem is, she's feeling a bit peckish, so she sits on her suitcase after it's safely out of the mansion.}

It's such a boring little town, though, Verzenay. I know that I said I wanted to live somewhere where I wouldn't be recognized, but I wanted somewhere with its own hospital, at least...But I guess it's good that I'm finally somewhere else. It is really pretty...

{After a pause, she half-whines} Ne, would anyone here mind letting me have some of their blood? I promise I won't take a lot. It's just that taking a plane was a really bad idea after all. I hate flying!

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If you like. [smiling, he leans back] How's Lucy? We talk, obviously, but you know how it is. Girl chat can reveal a whole different side of things.

{this one isn't much better, since she knows where he's going to go with it}

Oh, she's fine! Well, as far as I can tell. It was fun to spend time with her, especially on that shopping...planet. It's so weird that something like that exists! Not that I'm really complaining, though.

Did she mention the planet that's only a shoe-shopping planet? And then there's the one that's all about carpets. Never really understood that.

She mentioned the shoes one! Not the carpet, though, but...I wouldn't really need that. I don't think she would either.

She doesn't have a house. You, however, do. You can always do with a rug.

I have plenty here, though. I'm just taking things from this house to decorate the little one. That makes more sense, doesn't it?

Your home in Verzenay. Your quiet little house -- by the sea? They always are. Not quite the French Lieutenant's Woman, though.

{She tilts her head at the last part. Subtly calling her a whore. I see what you did there}

It's not by the sea, no. It's right in the middle of champagne vineyards.

[a beat]

Shall I drop you off on Planet Of The Addiction Cures next?

{Laughs} It's kind of you, but there's no need! {I'm not Sebastian} I don't like wine that much. I just picked this region because it's...close enough to Chateau Duel. It's nostalgic.

So you've surrounded yourself in history and wine. That's a wise drink to compliment it with.

It fits, doesn't it? I might get a job selling wine, but I don't know. I'd really just like to keep singing, but that wouldn't really be a smart thing to do. I'll just have to do it as a...hobby, I guess.

You could sing for scraps. I doubt your villagers will be familiar with the opera star. Then again, it's France. You can never tell with the French. They can start a revolution around postmodernism and not know Moliere when it hits them.

It'd probably be better to not take the chance, though. I don't really know how popular I was, but everyone told me that it was quite a lot for an opera star.

More than no fans. Impressive.

Well, you like my singing, don't you?

Oh, well enough. But I'm not quite hypnotised.

That's just because you haven't heard the right song yet!

[he smiles, almost challenging] And would you ever sing it for me?

Oh, I don't know if you'd want me to. If you heard it, you would belong to me.

That's funny. [His smile is easy and unafraid.] I thought that was what you wanted.

Oh, maybe I do. But if you heard it, you wouldn't be you.

And that's important. [He says it like it makes perfect sense - like he understands the desire to own and the desire to own what you want, not a broken imitation]