4th Message - [video]

[justamessenger]

[Dulcie's face is close up, a halo of lightness lit by her device in a dark room.]

You know, I've never actually played this one before. So really I should be thanking the City right now.

[She reaches out to give a playful punch to someone off camera.]

Come on! This is going to be fun. It's like sardines but with more privacy.








[ooc: Dulcie is locked up with Justin. Citizens may send sympathies his way.]

Comments

[othersdie]

I don't know how normal being locked in a confined area with someone else is.

[justamessenger]

[Where's your sense of adventure, Justin? She sits up on her hands and knees so she can search out his face in the dark.]

Isn't it like that party game?

[othersdie]

[Sense of what now? He has no idea what Dulcie's doing, putting her hands on his face, but he rolls with it.]

What party game? I don't go to parties.

[justamessenger]

The one where two people get stuck in a closet for generally seven or so minutes, silly.

[othersdie]

And then what?

[justamessenger]

Then whatever we want to happen.

[othersdie]

Okay. [He moves away from her and sits back--or tries to. Is that a wing there?]

What do you want to happen?

[justamessenger]

[It is a wing yes. Don't worry. They are soft and made for cuddling.]

Oh, you know me. I'm easy going.

[othersdie]

[It is a cuddly wing... but no! He can't just go around cuddling up to angels. That's not the done thing.]

Oh. [pause] Do you want to... talk?

[justamessenger]

Do YOU want to talk?

[othersdie]

I'd rather listen.

[justamessenger]

Okay. What do you want to listen about?

[othersdie]

I don't know. [Dulcie, you are making this difficult.] What do you want to talk about?

[justamessenger]

I just told you I don't mind.

I could tell you a poem if you wanted. I know a lot of those.

[othersdie]

Sorry. I'd listen to a poem.

[justamessenger]

[Okay standing up for this.]

Brace yourself. This is going to be awesome.


'You are old, Father William', the young man said,
'And your hair has become very white;
And yet you incessantly stand on your head --
Do you think, at your age, it is right?'

'In my youth', Father William replied to his son,
'I feared it might injure the brain;
But, now that I'm perfectly sure I have none,
Why, I do it again and again.'

[othersdie]

I didn't know that angels were fans of Carroll.

[justamessenger]

I bet there's a lot of things you don't know about us angels. I can do Jabberwocky as well if you wanted.

[othersdie]

I'll take your word for it. The only poems I know are depressing.

[justamessenger]

Can you tell me one?

[othersdie]

I don't--um. There's part of one that isn't so bad:

Eternity points, in its amaranth bower
Where no clouds of fate o'er the sweet prospect lour,
Unspeakable pleasure, of goodness the dower,
When woe fades away like the mist of the heath.

[He gets no points for delivery.]

...It makes me think of a girl.

[justamessenger]

[She scooches in a little closer so she can rest her head on his shoulder.]

Which girl?

[othersdie]

[He doesn't actually mind, which surprises him slightly.]

Euphie. Did you know her?

[justamessenger]

[Good because she's not moving yet.]

Yeah! I went bath suit shopping with her once.

[othersdie]

[This is surprisingly comfortable. Justin rests his head on Dulcie's.]

I saw her yesterday. ...I told her I love her.