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capeandcowllogs2010-03-15 02:35 am
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I'm the wanderer, they call my the wanderer [open]
Who: Delirium and YOU!
What: Delirium tends to go into houses, whether she's been invited or not.
Where: Various Places
When: Various Times through out the week
Warnings: It's Delirium, apply caution where necessary.
Format: Para that will no doubt quickly deteriorate into quick para
Alternatively: you choose.
Delirium was wandering.
It was something of a constant state for her these days, so much so that she had developed something of her own "patrol area". The only real problem was that sometimes (or most of the time) she forgot where it was and just sort of walked and walked and walked until she found the right door. The door was really the most important thing.
It was all about finding the right one and having the keys to open it. Delirium had the keys to the City and when she couldn't find them, she simply made her own door. Of course, she was always very good about closing them afterwards.
It wouldn't be polite to leave a door hanging open in someone's laundry room after all.
[ooc:How this breaks down-
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What: Delirium tends to go into houses, whether she's been invited or not.
Where: Various Places
When: Various Times through out the week
Warnings: It's Delirium, apply caution where necessary.
Format: Para that will no doubt quickly deteriorate into quick para
Alternatively: you choose.
Delirium was wandering.
It was something of a constant state for her these days, so much so that she had developed something of her own "patrol area". The only real problem was that sometimes (or most of the time) she forgot where it was and just sort of walked and walked and walked until she found the right door. The door was really the most important thing.
It was all about finding the right one and having the keys to open it. Delirium had the keys to the City and when she couldn't find them, she simply made her own door. Of course, she was always very good about closing them afterwards.
It wouldn't be polite to leave a door hanging open in someone's laundry room after all.
[ooc:How this breaks down-
Subject line a place and a time. Doesn't matter where or when.
Mark open or closed if you're interested in having thread jumpers.
Tag yourself.
Feel free to thread jump into other open threads.]
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"Hello! Did you hurt yourself?"
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After a moment, he stood, allowing himself to approach her, ignoring her question. "How are you?"
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"People ask me that all the time, but I never really know the answer," she said, forgetting that this was probably the same thing she said to him the last time he asked. But after a pause and deliberately checking, she added, "I'm mostly okay, I think."
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"To what do I owe the pleasure?"
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"I was looking for something, but I don't remember what and then I decided to come see you." She righted herself and looked up at him, suddenly uncertain, "Is that okay?"
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Debated if it mattered.
"Yes, it's okay. You know that I'm always happy to see you."
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"I'm happy to see you too! Things have been strange!"
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"Yes, I suppose they have been. I doubt that will go away."
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She chewed on her lower lip, her good mood souring into a nervous one just that fast. She leaned into the touch a bit, seeking the approval that she was actually all right.
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He pulled her closer.