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dulcisnuntius) wrote2015-04-12 09:59 pm
dulcisnuntius) wrote2015-04-12 09:59 pm
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Hi! You've reached Dulcie. I can't come to the phone right now, so leave me a message!
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!
[actual beep from voicemail]
Hi! You've reached Dulcie. I can't come to the phone right now, so leave me a message!
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!
[actual beep from voicemail]
buzz me up. i'm standing outside your building.
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[Technology is for people who can't teleport. A second later and she's opening the door of the building.]
Hi!
Hi!
[Angela blinks confusedly because for one second, there's a locked door in front of her and the next, a multicolored angel stand in front of her. Sigh, Dulcie. Never change.]
You know, you didn't have to come all the way down. I could have just walked upstairs myself.
You know, you didn't have to come all the way down. I could have just walked upstairs myself.
I wasn't doing anything important. What's up?
[Angela leavs forward and puts a hand on each of Dulcie's shoulders, looking as desperate as she feels right now.]
Tell me you got some bad stuff in your apartment and I don't mean Nathan.
[There is something terribly wrong with a mortal asking an angel to be a bad influence for them.]
Tell me you got some bad stuff in your apartment and I don't mean Nathan.
[There is something terribly wrong with a mortal asking an angel to be a bad influence for them.]
Um... what kind of bad stuff that aren't Nathan?
Stress relief stuff.
[Come on, Dulcie. Don't make her say it in public.]
[Come on, Dulcie. Don't make her say it in public.]
Oh! No, not for a while. I have wine, though!
[She really shouldn't drink at all, especially if it's to relieve stress. That's what got her into that mess to begin with. Angela shakes her head, refusing that offer.]
No, I can't drink for stress anymore. Can I just hang out with you until it's time to go be an adult again?
No, I can't drink for stress anymore. Can I just hang out with you until it's time to go be an adult again?
Come on up. I can make tea. That's an adult thing, right?
I think so, but I can deal with it for the moment.
Voila!
[They finally reach the apartment and Dulcie holds the door open before following her in. It's the usual scene of chaos as usual. As some point she may have acquired a traffic light which is blinking away happily in the corner. She pushes a pile of magazines of a chair for Angela to sit down in before searching through the kitchen for where she left the kettle.]
[They finally reach the apartment and Dulcie holds the door open before following her in. It's the usual scene of chaos as usual. As some point she may have acquired a traffic light which is blinking away happily in the corner. She pushes a pile of magazines of a chair for Angela to sit down in before searching through the kitchen for where she left the kettle.]
[For anybody else, an apartment of this state would be horrifying. For Angela, however, this is how her place used to look like on weekdays. Nothing about Dulcie actually shocks her anymore once she thinks about how close in personality they are.
Ignoring the chair for a kitchen counter, Angela hops on it, toeing off her workshoes and pulling her legs up to cross them.]
I am so done with this month. No, this place.
Ignoring the chair for a kitchen counter, Angela hops on it, toeing off her workshoes and pulling her legs up to cross them.]
I am so done with this month. No, this place.
Between having to work a job I'm beginning to hate but can't quit just yet and having another artist's block, I really wouldn't mind taking a first class trip home.
[She pauses and bites her lip because the next part is the part that worries her the most.]
And I'm not sure what to do about Cinna.
[She pauses and bites her lip because the next part is the part that worries her the most.]
And I'm not sure what to do about Cinna.
[Dulcie manages to get the kettle going and flips around, leaning against the counter.]
What do you mean?
What do you mean?
Whichever you want to do first. We'll be getting to both of them eventually.
[Angela chuckles while snapping her fingers.]
Geez. And I was hoping I could get away without giving details. [Her entire demeanor changes to something much more serious within a second.] He's depressed. I know why he's depressed, but I wish I could help him but... it's like I don't know what to do. I can't bring Finnick and them back. If I could, I would. But I hate seeing him like this, working himself to death just so he won't have to deal.
Geez. And I was hoping I could get away without giving details. [Her entire demeanor changes to something much more serious within a second.] He's depressed. I know why he's depressed, but I wish I could help him but... it's like I don't know what to do. I can't bring Finnick and them back. If I could, I would. But I hate seeing him like this, working himself to death just so he won't have to deal.
You wouldn't have come over if you didn't want detail talk.
[Dulcie moves across and kitchen and stand in between Angela legs where she sits up on the counter, leaning against her.]
You should let hi know you're worried. Sometimes that's all people need.
[Dulcie moves across and kitchen and stand in between Angela legs where she sits up on the counter, leaning against her.]
You should let hi know you're worried. Sometimes that's all people need.
He knows I am. But I'm a fixer, not a... [Angela waves her hand.] ...whatever a non-fixer is.
There should totally be a word for that.
Have you considered romantic kidnapping?
Have you considered romantic kidnapping?
There's a dire shortage of places to go, Dulce. I'm not sure if you noticed.
It only has to be for a few hours.
I think he's going to need more than just a few hours to get out of his funk.
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