JOINT POST ∞ VIDEO
[The shot opens on Campbell. Or at least Campbell's legs. Gay Bar by Electric Six is playing loudly in the background. The camera moves up shakily, showing Campbell in full drag.
For a moment, there's just wobbling as Nathan attempts to balance the camera haphazardly on something, cutting Campbell's head out of the frame in the process. Then there's a blur as Dulcie rolls in on a desk chair, knocking Campbell over in the process. Dulcie is dressed in a very well-fitted two-piece suit. Her short hair’s been slicked back, and a fedora is perched jauntily on her head. The whole look rather invokes a Marlene Dietrich vibe. Nathan waves a frantic hand in front of the camera, flicking ash from his joint in the direction of the other two.]
No, no. Get back. It's not ready yet, you've ruined it.
What? Still? You've been setting that thing up for five minutes. I wanna do the rolly chair bit!
You already DID. Onto ME. This is useless. I’m nae standin’ here anymore. Tell me when you’re ready.
[Campbell stalks somewhere out of view of the camera, pouting only slightly. Dulcie slouches in her chair as she watches him go.]
Come on, I wanna have the fashion show!
[Dulcie, very elegantly, chair-scoots over to her desk and opens a bottle of scotch. She takes an impressively long swig of it. Campbell yells from off camera.]
Dulcie, why do y’ need six slinkies? D’you pile them on top of each other? D’you make massive slinkie TOWERS?
[The camera finally steadies itself.] Okay, get off. Get Campbell back here.
CAMPBELL! COME BACK! WE’RE ACTUALLY READY THIS TIME!
[Campbell strolls back into frame, holding a slinky in each hand. And soon as he’s in view, Dulcie launches herself from her chair and pins him down in a flying tackle. By this time the song on the stereo has ended and the viewers are treated to the all-too familiar strains of Lady GaGa.]
Hey, hey, get off him. I don't remember what we said was going to happen here, but I'm pretty sure that was not it.
[Campbell sounds amused, and maybe a bit smug.] Och, gi’ it a rest, Nathan. It’s your own fault.
But he just looks so CUTE!
[Dulcie grabs Campbell by the sides of his face and gives him a very loud, smacking kiss, leaving Campbell looking a bit stunned.]
Seriously, get off him. That definitely wasn't what we agreed on.
I would’ve if I’d known it was an option!
[Dulcie grabs Nathan by the hand and pulls him into frame. Nathan is dressed basically like a slutty fourteen-year-old.] Don’t worry, baby. You look cute, too!
[Dulcie grabs Nathan by his hideous tank top, and pulls him down onto her lap in the rolly chair, giving him a long, slow kiss. Campbell waits a bit and then tilts his head back in exaggerated irritation.]
Aaah are you two gonna do that much longer? I’ll go back t’ my slinky towers.
[Dulcie breaks it off only JUST before he actually does leave the screen again.] Are we still going to do the fashion show? I made a playlist for it and everything.
I thought that was what we were already doing. Isn't that why we put the music on?
Noooooooo! You have to do the model walk thingy!
[Dulcie dumps Nathan off her lap, giving a well-aimed smack to his rear end as he walks away. She is enjoying this being-the-boy part a little too much. Campbell just sits there, distracted, trying to fix his hair. It’s gone askew.
Aaaaaaand… commence the drunken montage of drunken ridiculousness. You all can prolly picture what’s gonna go down here. They attempt some sort of fashion show with Nathan and Campbell doing their best pouty-model faces, but Dulcie keeps ruining things by giggling loudly and generally being a very touchy-feely drunk. At some point they forget about the camera, and it falls off the table. The viewer gets a shot of the ceiling for about two minutes, with more giggling and drunken voices coming in from off screen. The low-battery sign flashes a few times, and the device clicks off.]
[ooc: Nathan is orange, Dulcie is pink and Campbell is blue.]
For a moment, there's just wobbling as Nathan attempts to balance the camera haphazardly on something, cutting Campbell's head out of the frame in the process. Then there's a blur as Dulcie rolls in on a desk chair, knocking Campbell over in the process. Dulcie is dressed in a very well-fitted two-piece suit. Her short hair’s been slicked back, and a fedora is perched jauntily on her head. The whole look rather invokes a Marlene Dietrich vibe. Nathan waves a frantic hand in front of the camera, flicking ash from his joint in the direction of the other two.]
No, no. Get back. It's not ready yet, you've ruined it.
What? Still? You've been setting that thing up for five minutes. I wanna do the rolly chair bit!
You already DID. Onto ME. This is useless. I’m nae standin’ here anymore. Tell me when you’re ready.
[Campbell stalks somewhere out of view of the camera, pouting only slightly. Dulcie slouches in her chair as she watches him go.]
Come on, I wanna have the fashion show!
[Dulcie, very elegantly, chair-scoots over to her desk and opens a bottle of scotch. She takes an impressively long swig of it. Campbell yells from off camera.]
Dulcie, why do y’ need six slinkies? D’you pile them on top of each other? D’you make massive slinkie TOWERS?
[The camera finally steadies itself.] Okay, get off. Get Campbell back here.
CAMPBELL! COME BACK! WE’RE ACTUALLY READY THIS TIME!
[Campbell strolls back into frame, holding a slinky in each hand. And soon as he’s in view, Dulcie launches herself from her chair and pins him down in a flying tackle. By this time the song on the stereo has ended and the viewers are treated to the all-too familiar strains of Lady GaGa.]
Hey, hey, get off him. I don't remember what we said was going to happen here, but I'm pretty sure that was not it.
[Campbell sounds amused, and maybe a bit smug.] Och, gi’ it a rest, Nathan. It’s your own fault.
But he just looks so CUTE!
[Dulcie grabs Campbell by the sides of his face and gives him a very loud, smacking kiss, leaving Campbell looking a bit stunned.]
Seriously, get off him. That definitely wasn't what we agreed on.
I would’ve if I’d known it was an option!
[Dulcie grabs Nathan by the hand and pulls him into frame. Nathan is dressed basically like a slutty fourteen-year-old.] Don’t worry, baby. You look cute, too!
[Dulcie grabs Nathan by his hideous tank top, and pulls him down onto her lap in the rolly chair, giving him a long, slow kiss. Campbell waits a bit and then tilts his head back in exaggerated irritation.]
Aaah are you two gonna do that much longer? I’ll go back t’ my slinky towers.
[Dulcie breaks it off only JUST before he actually does leave the screen again.] Are we still going to do the fashion show? I made a playlist for it and everything.
I thought that was what we were already doing. Isn't that why we put the music on?
Noooooooo! You have to do the model walk thingy!
[Dulcie dumps Nathan off her lap, giving a well-aimed smack to his rear end as he walks away. She is enjoying this being-the-boy part a little too much. Campbell just sits there, distracted, trying to fix his hair. It’s gone askew.
Aaaaaaand… commence the drunken montage of drunken ridiculousness. You all can prolly picture what’s gonna go down here. They attempt some sort of fashion show with Nathan and Campbell doing their best pouty-model faces, but Dulcie keeps ruining things by giggling loudly and generally being a very touchy-feely drunk. At some point they forget about the camera, and it falls off the table. The viewer gets a shot of the ceiling for about two minutes, with more giggling and drunken voices coming in from off screen. The low-battery sign flashes a few times, and the device clicks off.]
[ooc: Nathan is orange, Dulcie is pink and Campbell is blue.]