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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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{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}

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

[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?

{She glances back at Nine, but keeps walking}

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

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

Oh, of course.

{After a moment,} Ne, Doctor? Home...What if that weren't real?

[he frowns again, because that idea brings up something he's been trying to ignore] How d'you mean, exactly?

{Let's say it's not far, so Diva walks into the foyer of the west wing (http://pics.livejournal.com/chansondelamort/pic/00086p4e), absently trailing her fingers against the table. The vase is full of bright blue roses}

I mean if the people in that place, they weren't real. If only the people here were real. There's no one else but us, I mean.

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[The Doctor admires the beautiful interior for a moment (and remembers the last time he was in Diva's mansion), before shaking his head] I dunno if it works that way, but there is something a bit unreal about our realities...the merging is proof enough of that.

Then there's...another thing. [he's a bit hesitant now] After I died, I started seeing bits of Gallifrey. Just glimpses, strewn about. They feel real enough, but they never last.

Ohh, is that all? I have bits and pieces from every time I've been awake. The Russian palace, Auschwitz, the Vietnamese village...They're all there, but I don't like to see any of them.

{She wanders into the foyer before she sits at the piano--but she doesn't play}

But all of that, it isn't real. I remember now. Ne, but that means that Amshel and all of my Chevalier...They weren't real either. Hei and I...{But she trails off, looking out the nearby window}

[relieved] Glad to hear it's not just me, then. Thought I'd gone a bit mad. [pauses] More than usual, anyway.

[he follows her to the piano, and then, gently] Reality's relative, Diva. Maybe everyone's all just a projection of the Machine, and I hope that's not true, but...however you've interacted with them is still real enough, isn't it?

I don't know. I...always knew that it wasn't real. It never felt right, or sounded right. Being here, it always felt like I was talking to people instead of their shadows. Even at home, peoples' blood, it tasted different...

{Her brow furrows} But why couldn't I remember? Hei and I, we found it out together. I know that we did.

[confused] What did you find out?

It was...our realities started to come together. But we noticed, well, we both already knew, but we really talked about it. How we change things at home. Why is it that after I spent time going through my life all over again that it stayed there? Ne, or the mergers, or the fact I can't ever really get away from anything--It never felt real. It just feels different here. Like..."home," like that place is just a dream.

{She frowns, because it's hard to explain}

None of that place is real. All that's real is here. But even then, I...couldn't remember things before that, either. I died here, but I...couldn't ever really remember what it was like. Or what people said when I was dying. I know that I would have remembered that, especially from Sam. I couldn't. But now I remember all of that so clearly. All Sam said was "sorry," and that was really it. I guess that's all he needed to say.

{Diva looks back at him, very calm and cool, but she looks eerily doll-like} So the past...I've been here almost three years. Not two. I...couldn't remember a whole year.

[raises an eyebrow] Hang on, you've lost me a bit -- you're saying a year of your memories were mucked up, but now you remember? Maybe the Twins are involved.

Probably. It always is. Ne, but I guess it's a good thing, really. The people I killed, they weren't real. I didn't hurt anyone.

[his expression turns grim] You didn't think they weren't real when you killed them, though.

...

[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.

I didn't think Sam would come back, either.

[nods thoughtfully] I met him, y'know. He's...disappointed in you, but he's still got hope. Just like me.

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

Critical facts? About here?

[did someone say 'facts'?]

What facts?

That was interesting, wouldn't you say?

Isn't he wonderful? I'm so glad that Sam is back again. Ne, but I know that he is. It's not surprising, is it?

You forgot something important? That is not like you.

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