I don't have to be your baby

[The camera opens to a very close shot of a girl’s face. She is leaning towards the camera, a look of intense curiosity on her face. She backs up a little, revealing a young woman with pink hair in a battered breastplate and pleated mini-skirt.]

Is this thing recording? Hello? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?

[She waves a little at the camera.]

So basically, I have no clue where I am. Anybody wanna help a girl out? I swear this totally isn’t like me. Usually when I randomly find myself in a new place with no recollection of getting there it’s for a good reason.

If anyone lets me know what’s going on I can totally give them... [she digs around inside her armour and pulls out a half-eaten bag of jelly belly’s.]

…four to five jelly beans. But that’s all I’m parting with.

Plus I’ll be super-duper-mega grateful?

[Dulcie does her best pouty-face and makes a praying motion with her hands. She reaches forwards to turn off the device. As she does, something large and white unfurls in the corner of the screen. A large white wing fills the screen, spray-painted with a giant star. Dulcie winks at the camera, and cuts transmission.]

Dulcie's Wearing