15th Message - [video post]

[dulcisnuntius]

[Dulcie is crouched in he dark. A small amount of light filtering in from somewhere behind her device, which she is holding shakily in one hand. She is also wearing a pair of over-sized glasses and grinning like a maniac.]

Shhh! It's almost waking up time!

[she gives a perfectly evil look and clicks off her device.]

[ooc: Creep curse! Dulcie basically loves everyone in the City, so she will be making the rounds today, watching people sleep/change and generally hide out in closets and on top of cabinets. If you want your character to have an unexpected house guest today GO FOR IT! I will also be generally trolling like a boss today. :)]

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[designedtoparty]

What the fuck are you doing?

[Because no one gets to troll the troll. Except we both know she probably will later, anyway.]

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[Most innocent face]

Hi.

[designedtoparty]

Hi.

What's with the glasses?

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

You don't like them?

[designedtoparty]

Not especially, no.

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

You look really pretty today.

[designedtoparty]

You don't usually think I'm pretty?

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[GIANT GRIN]

Especially pretty, then.

[designedtoparty]

So how about you take off those glasses and we do something about it?

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[that's the sort of offer that Dulcie - even a cursed awkward Dulcie - could never turn down. the glasses come off.]

Awesome.

[designedtoparty]

[A beat. And then she gets a 'why are you still standing there?' look.]

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[oh, right! Nathan may find himself with an armful of clumsy but enthuastic angel. The kissing's a bit more slobbery, but possibly with even more gusto than usual.]

[designedtoparty]

[Okay. That's weird. Not that he minds a bit of slobber, but this is nothing like Dulcie's usual kisses. And she's being kind of weird on top of that. He pulls back.]

Hey, what's up with you today?

Action;

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[Dean wakes up late because clearly he was up late last night at the strip club on top of a roof drinking. He's wearing his boxers because he can't find his jeans. Shut up. It's a thing. He thinks they were stolen Or maybe he just can't remember where he took them off. So, he's wearing his boxers and he opens his closet door, bleary, hair mussed, hangover and generally not a morning waking up person. He reaches for a tee shirt when he sees someone in the closet. Immediately he's awake and reaching for the loaded gun on the top shelf. Even half asleep and hung over, Dean's a steady hand. He doesn't realize yet that it's Dulcie.]

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[Dulcie freezes, a deer-in-headlights expression on her face. She's leaning over, her face around where the keyhole in the closet door would be. She's also clutching Dean's jeans.]

Hi.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[What the...

He lowers the gun, clicks the safety back on and puts it back on the shelf]

Jesus friggin holy christ, Dulcie. What the hell are you doing?

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[She continues with the wide-eyed awkward stare.]

You know you're really pretty when you're sleeping.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

What the fu--of course I'm really pretty when I'm sleeping. Why the hell were you watching me sleep? [He snatches his jeans out of her hands and starts putting them on]

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[There might be some visible pouting there as Dean puts more clothes on. Dulcie was kinda hoping for the opposite of that to be happening.]

You look really nice today.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Yeah I"m a regular sleeping beauty. [He grumbles this 'cause he sees the pouting.]

You still haven't told me what the hell you're doing in my closet.

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

Nothing.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Well get the hell out of there. [He holds out his hand to help her up.] And the glasses make you look like a dork.

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[Dulcie stares at his hand for a few seconds in shock before using it to scramble up.]

... no they don't.

[A little defensively.]

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Sweetheart, I'm sorry but they do. [He reaches past her to grab a shirt.]

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

What are you doing today?