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[Mu is sitting on the ground of the Plane, his back to the Colluseium, cross-legged, but resting his elbows on his knees, and his head in his inter-laced fingers. In front of him is the Aries Cloth in presentational form. Both Mu himself and the cloth are glowing slightly, resonating with one another if your character is so inclined as to sense something like that. Mu's eyes are closed in concentration, but his mouth seems to be humouring the thought of a smile, albeit a small one.

Eventually his eyes open and he looks at the cloth fondly, reaching a hand out to absently trace one of the patterns on it's surface.]

But you, my friend, are real enough to me.

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Of course not.

[she just nods slowly] Right, so...how is it conversation-wise? Or do you do all the talking?

It has its ways of communicating.

It does, huh? So how--[she does feel like she's being looked at by something other than Mu, it isn't anything she isn't used to, but...]--erm, I mean, how can it? [eyes the cloth warily]

It can articulate emotions to me. While not as clear as words, it's often enough.

[Mu taps it on the head twice and it stops staring]

[thinks that's a bit like the Doctor and his TARDIS--except she never quite felt like it was staring at her before]

So how is it "feeling" right now?

Content, for the most part.

[she smiles] What about you, Mu? How are you?

[He decides not to ruin Donna's day.]

Well enough. And yourself?

[she travels with the Doctor. it's an occupational hazard!]

I'm fine. [which may or may not be a lie] Just...it's been very interesting here as of late.

Interesting? Howso?

[Time to troll for info!]

Between that blood stuff leaking out of the hot springs, the stuff that blond man said before it happened, and nearly having my favourite boots ruined with someone else's sick mess? It's been fairly interesting, to say the least.

With circumstances like that, I quite agree.

Did the blond fellow say anything of interest?

Several things, mostly involving that little black hole. Some thing about how we've got to feed it that black blood stuff, and how some or all of us--I got a bit confused around this point--are candidates to be gods of the Machine.

[The last part catches him off guard.]

He spoke to me of controlling the Machine, but Gods?

[makes a face] Yeah, I don't know. It all seemed so barmy to me.

[Donna, you might be getting the feeling of BEING STARED AT]

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