dulcisnuntius | 8th Message

[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!]

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[Dean laughs out loud as he watches the angel dive through freezing water. He shakes his head and takes a sip of his beer then continues to watch with a smile on his face.]

[Dulcie comes trudging back out of the water, every inch of her soaked to the skin. Her wings are drooping with the weight of the water. Once in land enough she dries them like a dog. She pushes her short hair off her face, then comes to join Dean on the hood of the car.]

You should try that. Totally bracing.

No thanks. I don't swim much. [He can. Well enough to save drowning little boys but he doesn't. He reaches over, snags another beer, opens it and hands it over to Dulcie]

[With a jump, Dulcie manages to hoist herself up on the hood. She takes the offered beer and takes a long drink.]

My feet are all sandy, now.

We'll get it brushed off before we get back in the car. [He puts one hand on his stomach as he drinks his beer.]

[Dulcie moves so she's lying against the hood, shielding her eyes from the mid-afternoon sun.]

'We', huh? I didn't know you were hiding a secret foot fetish Mr. Winchester.

[She pokes him playfully with her (quite sandy) toes.]

I wouldn't call it a fetish. [She gets a smirk and he nudges her back with the toe of his boot.]

[She sits back up and finishes her beer with one long drag. (Angel metabolism. It's like water to her)]

This is nice. I can see the appeal, you know? Living the slow life.

Yeah. It's a good day when you get to spend it like this. [He snags another beer for her and hands it over.]

[She cracks open the beer and squeals as it sprays a little.]

Don't tell me you let these roll around in the back of your trunk.

[She gets a smirk.] They were in the cooler. I busted a beer bottle back there once. Soaked everything and made the hinges on the false bottom sticky. Dad nearly skinned my hide.

This was your Dad's car?

Yeah. He bought it before he married my Mom.

Family heirloom, huh?

[She leans back]

I think this one's a lot nicer than a silverwear set.

Heh. Yeah. Pretty sure Dad pawned the silver set after Mom died.

So it's just you and Sam. That's your brother, right?

Yup. Been just us for a few years.

Two's more than some people have.

[She grins]

Assuming you don't count the car as a member of the family, too.

You kidding? Impala is totally a member of the family. [He gives the car a bit of a pat]

There you are. Proper little family unit you got there.

[Dean chuckles at that] Guess you're right. I guess you've got a crapload of family back 'home'.

Not really. This may come as a surprise to you, but I'm not exactly very popular 'back home'.

Nah. I sorta figured. You're not uptight and preachy. They seem to kick you out of the club for that kind of thing.

...or send you on missions they think you're going to fail at.

[She takes another long drink.]

Ouch. [He takes a long sip of his beer] Sounds like the angels I know though.

Not including Cas and [Yeah that's a pause.] Anna when she was here.

[Anna back home is murderous, insane and trying to kill him. Right now, she's also dead]