10th Message - [Video Post]

[dulcisnuntius]

[The video opens to Dulcie, dressed much more sensibly than usual, crouching outside a large and very haunted looking mansion. She whips a recording device out of her backpack.]

I'm outside the old Peterson Mansion now. There have been reports of violent poltergeist activity, and I have been hired to investigate. Time to employ the ol' Dulcie form of investigation!

[Dulcie clicks off the recorder and stuffs it back in her pack. She pulls out a flashlight, and start in towards the mansion. And she is walking out of shot, a gun can be seen tucked into the back of her trousers.]

TRANSMISSION ENDS

[ooc: Cursed!Dulcie is being an awesome girl investigator for the weekend. Let the paranormal romance commence! :-D]

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[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[Dean is already inside the mansion with an EMF detector. He fiddles with it as he walks through the building. He's concentrating on the levels, poking at picture frames and toeing pieces of debris out of the way. A noise makes him turn on the balls of his feet, head cocked. He takes a couple of steps to one side, reaching for the shotgun in the duffel bag.]

Alright you creepy bastard. Let's do this.

[Yeah, he thinks he's talking to the ghost]

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[Dulcie rounds the corner, gun in hand.]

Who are you calling creepy?

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[Great. Her. She gets an eye roll]

Hey if the shoe fits.

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[Dulcie puts the safety on her gun and tucks in back into her waistband.]

I though I told you to stay off my turf, Winchester.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Now it's your turf? Lady you really gotta take a less delusional look at your life.

[He puts the sawed off on a table next to him.]

I'm guessing you were hired [Yes he says that like it's a dirty word]

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

Yes. Because unlike some people, I'm actually trusted to find out what's going on here without getting anyone shot in the process.

[Dulcie starts pulling her own equipment out of her bag.]

So are you going to stay out of my way, or what?

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Sorry, Sweetheart. I was here first. [Yeah he's that immature.]

No reason to even unpack that stuff but if you're nice I'll let you collect your dough for my job.

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

Very mature, Dean. And if you don't lay off with the patronizing 'sweetheart' business, I am going to shoot you in a very sensitive area.

[Don't mess with short people. They are on good castration level.]

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[Dean rolls his eyes at her but her comment hits home. He's known her long enough to know she'll do it. Well maybe not shoot but kick him hard enough that any prospect of children becomes touch and go]

Fine. Dulcie. You want to work on this case, you're stuck with me.

[He pauses for some thought.] And I want half your fee.

[Action] Because Dulcie loves me f*ck yes.

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

[MEANWHILE, in another part of the house, Hanna Cross, detective turned paranormal investigator vigilante extradition, heard a rumor of violent poltergeist activity down by the old Peterson Mansion. People getting hurt, and something not exactly normal causing it? Of course he's gonna go to check it out!

He's snooping around on his own, not aware that anybody else is there, because he's Hanna and he's oblivious. But so far, he's not found anything...and that makes him angry. In his frustration, he kicks a box, knocking it over with a slight bang.]

[ooc: D: I'M SORRY IF I'M INTERRUPTING BUT DULCIE SAID I COULD.]

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[A few floors down, Dulcie jumps up.]

Did you hear something?

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[Dean groans at the sudden absence of half naked girl pressed against him. He lets his head bump back against the floor.]

Huh?

[Upstairs brain, Dean. Upstairs. Brain.]

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[Dulcie hastily does up her fly again.]

As much as I'm enjoying the spooning, darling, there is still that poltergeist we're supposed to be dealing with.

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

[SORRY FOR INTERRUPTING THE SPOONING, GUYS. Hanna is still poking around, and, like a klutz, he trips and falls down, knocking over a box and yelling in pain.]

Aaargh! Crap, I think I twisted my ankle...

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[Dulcie's head whips around and she peers through the darkness.]

Hanna?

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

Dulcie?

[Well, this is unexpected.]

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

Oh, Jesus! Was there a facebook invite to this or something?

[Dulcie is trying very hard to look mad, but it's made somewhat difficult by the fact that she's buttoning her shirt back up and blushing heavily as she says it.]

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[designedtoparty]

Did I miss the part where Derek Acorah started carrying a gun?

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

Derek Acorah?

[designedtoparty]

You know. The ghost guy. The one who likes to pretend he's being possessed.

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

Sounds like a fraud.

[designedtoparty]

I think that's sort of the point of him.

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

Well that ain't the point of me.

[Loads gun and cocks it sexily.]

[designedtoparty]

So I see. So, how come you never mentioned that sooner? We could've gone ghostbusting together.

[You know that isn't actually what he means.]

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[Suspicious eye-narrowed face.]

Sorry, darling. I don't take civilians with me.