10th Message - [Video Post]

[dulcisnuntius]

[The video opens to Dulcie, dressed much more sensibly than usual, crouching outside a large and very haunted looking mansion. She whips a recording device out of her backpack.]I'm outside the old Peterson Mansion now. There have been reports of violent poltergeist activity, and I have been hired to investigate. Time to employ the ol' Dulcie form

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[Action] Because Dulcie loves me f*ck yes.

[manofgnee]

[MEANWHILE, in another part of the house, Hanna Cross, detective turned paranormal investigator vigilante extradition, heard a rumor of violent poltergeist activity down by the old Peterson Mansion. People getting hurt, and something not exactly normal causing it? Of course he's gonna go to check it out!

He's snooping around on his own, not aware that anybody else is there, because he's Hanna and he's oblivious. But so far, he's not found anything...and that makes him angry. In his frustration, he kicks a box, knocking it over with a slight bang.]

[ooc: D: I'M SORRY IF I'M INTERRUPTING BUT DULCIE SAID I COULD.]

[dulcisnuntius]

[A few floors down, Dulcie jumps up.]

Did you hear something?

[dude_imbatman]

[Dean groans at the sudden absence of half naked girl pressed against him. He lets his head bump back against the floor.]

Huh?

[Upstairs brain, Dean. Upstairs. Brain.]

[dulcisnuntius]

[Dulcie hastily does up her fly again.]

As much as I'm enjoying the spooning, darling, there is still that poltergeist we're supposed to be dealing with.

[manofgnee]

[SORRY FOR INTERRUPTING THE SPOONING, GUYS. Hanna is still poking around, and, like a klutz, he trips and falls down, knocking over a box and yelling in pain.]

Aaargh! Crap, I think I twisted my ankle...

[dulcisnuntius]

[Dulcie's head whips around and she peers through the darkness.]

Hanna?

[manofgnee]

Dulcie?

[Well, this is unexpected.]

[dulcisnuntius]

Oh, Jesus! Was there a facebook invite to this or something?

[Dulcie is trying very hard to look mad, but it's made somewhat difficult by the fact that she's buttoning her shirt back up and blushing heavily as she says it.]

[manofgnee]

[He's coming downstairs now, a bit awkwardly since he probably DID twist his ankle.]

What are you doing here?

[dulcisnuntius]

I was actually hired to be here. Unlike some people.

[Dulcie glances over to Dean and re-adjusts her top awkwardly.]

[manofgnee]

...Oh.

So there IS something here. I knew it!

[He nods, determined, going into his notes.]

Violent poltergeist, right?

[dude_imbatman]

[Dean is busy doing up his fly and finding his shirt.]

Hey Hanna.

[manofgnee]

Hi, Dean.

[Dean gets a small smile.]

Uh...do you know how to fix my ankle? I think I twisted it on a box.

[dulcisnuntius]

[Dulcie rolls her eyes and moves to get her first-aid kit out of her backpack. Which got flung to the other side of the room at some point.]

You're lucky I come prepared.

[manofgnee]

[He gives a small smile and a shrug.]

Thanks. I don't sneak well.

[dulcisnuntius]

I don't think there's too much point in sneaking now, anyway. The thing knows where we are. It just needs to stop playing games and show itself.