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. :)]

Comments

[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.

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?

[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?

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Uh...going to grab some coffee and donuts, head to the station for an hour or so, drive around in the Impala, have lunch...average day. [He's still giving Dulcie a 'what the hell are you doing' look]

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[GIANT GRIN]

Especially pretty, then.

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

That's cool.


Can I come?

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Uh...sure. I guess.

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

Cool!

[Dulcie grins. And still doesn't look like she's gonna move anytime soon. She's pretty up in Dean's personal space by now, too.]

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[Dean gives her a weird look and takes a step back.] Yeah...so coffee time. [And he's going to head out of the apartment toward the Impala to stop by the coffee shop]