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[You may not remember this woman since it has been a very long time since she visited the Plane. She is as ghostly and messy as ever but unlike last time, she's laughing. It sounds distant and muffled, as though she were laughing underwater.

The screens are around her again and she smiles as she shuts them off.] I told you. I told all of you. This is what happens when you play God. Good luck. [A pause.] Not really.

[Then she grins and with a last laugh, fades right into the Plane itself.]




((ooc: She will not be answering to anyone.))

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[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{well that was weird. But Diva looks like she's lost, frowning blankly at the space where the woman was}

...Ne, why couldn't I remember that? It's not--{But she looks down at her hands before starting to wander towards her mansion}

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[hello thar, Diva. Nine is also frowning at the ghost lady, and muttering something about the fact that he would make a terrible God before he notices Diva, and catches up with her] Diva? You alright?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{She glances back at Nine, but keeps walking}

Ah...Hello, Doctor. I just remembered something that I had forgotten. I think.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[he'll just walk with her, then] Ah. Mind if I join you for a bit? [gestures at the mansion]

[didorothy]

[Sam almost - almost - knocks at the front door. What Mu said is still on his mind. But he isn't sure that he wants to talk to Diva right now, not after... everything.]

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{But after a moment, the door opens and Diva runs right into Sam. Diva was on her way out, concentrating on something else, apparently. She's soaking wet, and her dress and hands are dirty with grass and dirt. She hadn't expected Sam to be here, so obviously, she's surprised to see him}

...Sam? What--Why are you here?

[didorothy]

[Sam stares]

Diva. What were you doing?

[everdistant_utopia]

[Have a puzzled frown. Does this sort of thing happen often around here?]

[collector]

That was interesting, wouldn't you say?

[everdistant_utopia]

It was most curious. Would you happen to know what she was speaking of?

[hostclubdaddy.livejournal.com]

[Tamaki is very puzzled by this as well] That was very strange, don't you agree Prin - uh Saber?

[everdistant_utopia]

[A soft 'hm']

Yes, quite.

[lamb_of_gold]

...

[Well. That explains the nagging feeling that he was forgetting something.]

I'd quite like to know what caused me to forget such critical facts about this place.

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

[Naminé was staring at the creepy lady as well, and when she overhears Mu, she turns to face him, confused.]

Critical facts? About here?

[lamb_of_gold]

Yes.

[He looks about ready to explain, but catches himself. Naminé is young. This might be too much.]

As to the relation between the Machine and our homes.

[didorothy]

[did someone say 'facts'?]

What facts?

[lamb_of_gold]

Have you ever had dreams of your daily life? The ones you could swear were real until you awoke?

[ram-of-gold.livejournal.com]

You forgot something important? That is not like you.

[lamb_of_gold]

[Oh great. Exactly who he DIDN'T want to discuss this with.]

Both times I learned of it, no less.

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

Forget what?

... Fuck, what did I miss?

[lamb_of_gold]

[Mu gives Ikki a long look, debating whether or not to tell him.]

How badly do you want to know? It is not a fact you can easily disregard.

[practicalrobes.livejournal.com]

[Narvin is not impressed. :|]

Nearly as melodramatic as the High Council.

[collector]

[And Brax can't resist the urge to needle Narvin.] But right on par for the CIA. If any of you knew how to laugh, I mean.

[practicalrobes.livejournal.com]

Not quite correct, Braxiatel. The CIA doesn't give vague statements of doom. We much prefer to tell you what exactly is wrong -- in great detail, if needs must.

[pactum.livejournal.com]

What was that? Where did she—

What's going on?