Dulcie (
dulcisnuntius) wrote2011-05-18 08:38 pm
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[Dulcie is seated in a high-backed Victorian brocade chair against what is unmistakably the disaster area that is her apartment. In a break from her usual attire, today Dulcie is dressed in a hot pink pantsuit, along with her usual Docs. She is bouncing happily in her chair, her uninjured wing looking just as energetic and squirmy.]
If you could just sit still and face the camera, please? We just need to ask you a few questions.
Okay, cool!
[Dulcie straightens herself out and faces the camera, her hands folded in her lap. That lasts about a minute.]
You said you wanted me to look natural, right? 'Cause I kind of feel like I'd be more natural for me to be sitting upside down!
[Dulcie shuffles around in her chair until she's hanging off the edge of the seat backwards.]
Yeah, okay, fine. Are you ready now?
Oh man, I am so ready! Go for it!
Okay...
[The off-screen voice pauses as Dulcie re-adjusts herself.]
So, you're an angel, is that correct?
That's the word on the street, alright!
What can you tell us about heaven and hell? The meaning of life? Which religion is right? What happens to us when we die?
[Oh. Dulcie wrinkles her nose.]
I can do the Charleston, you wanna see!
[Dulcie bounces up and starts dancing enthusiastically.]
It's more fun in the dress. Have you ever warn one of those dresses? With the fringe and stuff? They were fun!
I have... never worn one of those dresses. Can you please answer at least one of those questions.
No.
I like your shoes, are they as comfortable as they look?
That's it, we're not getting anything out of her. Pack up, boys.
[Dulcie's face falls.]
Oh, are you sure you guys don't wanna see me do a cartwheel?
CUT!
[ooc: Talking head fail! It... ended up on the network somehow, anyway. :-D BLUE FONT IS INTERVIEW GUY, REGULAR IS DULCIE!]
If you could just sit still and face the camera, please? We just need to ask you a few questions.
Okay, cool!
[Dulcie straightens herself out and faces the camera, her hands folded in her lap. That lasts about a minute.]
You said you wanted me to look natural, right? 'Cause I kind of feel like I'd be more natural for me to be sitting upside down!
[Dulcie shuffles around in her chair until she's hanging off the edge of the seat backwards.]
Yeah, okay, fine. Are you ready now?
Oh man, I am so ready! Go for it!
Okay...
[The off-screen voice pauses as Dulcie re-adjusts herself.]
So, you're an angel, is that correct?
That's the word on the street, alright!
What can you tell us about heaven and hell? The meaning of life? Which religion is right? What happens to us when we die?
[Oh. Dulcie wrinkles her nose.]
I can do the Charleston, you wanna see!
[Dulcie bounces up and starts dancing enthusiastically.]
It's more fun in the dress. Have you ever warn one of those dresses? With the fringe and stuff? They were fun!
I have... never worn one of those dresses. Can you please answer at least one of those questions.
No.
I like your shoes, are they as comfortable as they look?
That's it, we're not getting anything out of her. Pack up, boys.
[Dulcie's face falls.]
Oh, are you sure you guys don't wanna see me do a cartwheel?
CUT!
[ooc: Talking head fail! It... ended up on the network somehow, anyway. :-D BLUE FONT IS INTERVIEW GUY, REGULAR IS DULCIE!]

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You guys are like roaches. [Don't listen to him Dulcie. He's normally cranky. He loves his angels.]
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Really? Do we stay alive for a week with our heads off? I've never tried, me.
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Friggin' impossible to kill and once you have one you have a whole herd of the damn things.
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[/wrinkles nose]
My name's Dulcie. I haven't met too many humans who are really that familiar with angels.
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[From what she knows about humans, this... doesn't seem out of character.]
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Hey self, don't reply with personal journal
lol, I hate it when Self does that :-D
Re: lol, I hate it when Self does that :-D
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And the jitterbug! Man, the 20s had the best dances. Except... when was the Bunny Hop invented?
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[Six-foot wingspans can be problematic when slightly drunk.]
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[Said with a hint of exasperation, but mostly a great deal of affection.]
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