39th Message - [video - forward dated to the morning]

[dulcisnuntius]

[Good morning, City! You are greeted to the lovely sight of a very small girl, age 5-ish or so, seated on a window-sill, her legs dangling outside. She's dressed in an over-sized blouse, which is hitting her around the ankles. When she sees the light come on she grins and waves.]

Hi City! So guess what happened at midnight! I was hanging out in my room and then I felt all weird and tingly and then when I looked in the mirror I was tiny! See!

[She waves again, the extra-long sleeve of her shirt flapping over her hand.]

I wanna see if I can still fly! My wings are all funny, too.

[She stands up carefully, balancing with bare toes on the edge of the windowsill. A pair of white, fluffy wings open up behind her, looking a little downier than her usual set. With a giggle, she dives off the window, and her device turns black.]

[ooc: Yep! Dulcie has been age-reversed this weekend to 5 years old. Action for anyone who wants to find a pile of fluffly baby angel in the shrubbery underneath her apartment window. Replies coming from ducklingwings]

Comments

[dudeimbatman]

I'll see what I can find to bring you. Might be a little bit longer. You okay?

[ducklingwings]

[Dulcie is currently making snowballs and and stacking them.]

'm okay.

[dudeimbatman]

[He shows up in a little while with a kid sized, pink coat, some mittens, snow boots and a hat.]

Already started on that fort, huh?

[ducklingwings]

[Dulcie has her wings open as she works. They might not be good for flying, but they are extra warm and cozy!]

Hi! Look, I made stonehenge!

[She has indeed arranged her snowballs in a vaguely druid-looking circle.]

[dudeimbatman]

[He gets the stuff he bought out of the bag and starts handing it over to Dulcie.]

Put this stuff on. Snowhenge huh?

[ducklingwings]

[Dulcie puts on the hat and boots proudly.]

Where did you get these from? They're awesome. Do you have scissors?