25th Message - [Accidental Video]

[dulcisnuntius]

[The feed flickers on to reveal Dulcie seated in a arm chair. She's dressed neater than usual, in a short sleeved sweater and pedal pushers. Her usual pink hair is now a platinum blonde, curled and styled around her head. A cigarette dangles at the end of one hand, which she periodically brings to her lips and takes a long drag from. Her other hand

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NO, WAIT, I CHANGED MY MIND

[immortaltwat]

[Nathan's a ton-up boy today, slouching on a motorbike he probably nicked from someone as he squints at the screen with a cigarette between his teeth. He's a pretty dumb ton-up boy, not having bothered nicking the helmet along with the bike. What's the point when you're immortal, anyway?]

You know, if girls spent half as much time indulging in sexual behaviour as they do reading about it, the world would be a much better place.

[dulcisnuntius]

[She turns a page slowly.]

Less uptight, anyway.

[immortaltwat]

So, are you up for a little indulging? You must be pretty desperate, if you're resorting to a book to get you off.

[dulcisnuntius]

It's survey, Nathan. It's not exactly titillating.

[immortaltwat]

Why bother?

[dulcisnuntius]

It's an extremely revolutionary document. I like to stay up on what's going on.

[immortaltwat]

Aw, come on. Don't be such a square.

[A beat. Maybe he should try bribery.] I'll take you for a ride. [Bikes > books, right?]

[dulcisnuntius]

You can come pick me up. I'll be done reading by the time you get here.

[immortaltwat]

[Nathan arrives not long after, knocking on her door a few times and waiting for her to open it.]

[dulcisnuntius]

[Dulcie answers the door, her cigarette between her lips as struggles to get her other heel on.]

You knocked. Practicing to be a gentleman today?

[immortaltwat]

Practising? You mean I'm not one normally?

[Okay, he totally isn't. But he knows what she thinks of stealing and if he's nice maybe that'll stop her asking where he got his bike. Or at least stop her getting so annoyed over it.]

[dulcisnuntius]

Never.

[She steps in to kiss him. The height difference isn't as big a deal today. She should really wear three-inch heels more often.]

[immortaltwat]

[Good thing Nathan isn't a Teddy Boy. Those crepe soles might have made the difference ridiculous again. He doesn't care much about stooping, anyway. Though he may appreciate the difference once he remembers it's not actually the 50s again. The extra three inches also makes it easier for him to grope her bum, so he's definitely not complaining.]

[dulcisnuntius]

[She giggles into his mouth and pulls away.]

You want a drink?

[Drinking and driving - still socially acceptable in the 1950s!]

[immortaltwat]

Are you inviting me in?

[He doesn't wait for an answer, giving her a light shove so he can follow her inside.]

[dulcisnuntius]

I thought we were past you needing to be invited.

[She leads him through into her small and chaotic kitchen. Everything's very pistachio and pink and has lots of gleaming metal and smooth curves. She riffles through her very well-stocked liquor cabinet and pours them both a drink.]