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

[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.

[justamessenger]

[She laces her fingers through his. Just while they're here.]

That was very brave.

[othersdie]

Not really. I've been working up to it.

[Well... that's acceptable.]

She said she loves me too.

[justamessenger]

I'm glad for you. People don't tell each other that often enough.

[othersdie]

...Do you say it often?

[justamessenger]

Not as often as I should. But it's hard sometimes, with me. I've been around for a long time. And will still be around for a lot of time later.

[othersdie]

That sounds lonely.

[justamessenger]

It is a bit. It's why I like keeping other people around.

[othersdie]

Are you ever tempted to just... give up on people? On getting attached to them?

[justamessenger]

If there's a way of doing that successfully I haven't worked it out yet.

[othersdie]

[That's so sad that he almost wants to hug her.]

At least you're as transient as everyone else in the City.

[justamessenger]

Do you think of that as a comfort?

[othersdie]

Not particularly, but I haven't had the chance to outlive friends.

[justamessenger]

You get used to it. Circle of life and everything.

[othersdie]

But does it ever get easier?

[justamessenger]

Nope. I would get worried if it did.

[This conversation is getting a bit heavy so Dulcie leans in with her head on his shoulder.]

[othersdie]

Mm.

[Yeah, this isn't a warm and fuzzy conversation.]

...Are you okay?

[justamessenger]

Just gettin' comfy.

[Sorry if her wings hit you in the face.]

[othersdie]

[It's like being in a pillow fight in the dark!]

Do you want me to stay quiet?

[He can do that. He's really good at it, actually.]

[justamessenger]

Why would I want that?

[othersdie]

I don't know. Sometimes it's easier than talking.

[justamessenger]

If you want. I could tell you another poem.

[othersdie]

I'd like to listen.

[justamessenger]

[She winds her fingers through his before she speaks again.]

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to Time thou grow'st.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.