I'm the wanderer, they call my the wanderer [open]

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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.

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He is in the reflection of some stranger's apartment window. [open]

[ofhardlight.livejournal.com]

He had been in the City for roughly a month now. He spent the first few weeks while everyone was too busy and wrapped up in their own problems to explore his altered mirror dimension and to, of course, pull a few small heists. But he got bored quickly, especially after everything cooled down with the rest of the folk from other worlds.

Right now, Evan is bored, things aren't that interesting and he's starting to fall back into reality. Which is bad. So he's been creeping wandering around from mirror to window to virtually any reflective surface just observing the people of the City. That means you, Delirium. And he is quite amused.

[watsthename.livejournal.com]

Reflections always remind her of her sister Despair. So it's nothing short of shocking when she looks through someone's window and sees a man in the glass. Which naturally just demands inspection, so she reaches out to grasp the doorknob on one side of the window and opens... The casual observer would be hard pressed to explain because it looks like she opens up a thin layer of glass and just steps into the reflection.

She shuts the door firmly behind her and turns to peer at the man. "Hello! Who are you?"

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This was definitely NOT what Evan expected would happen. Normally, normally he'd get a surprised look or a scream, some sort of fun reaction. Of course, the girl was strange looking to begin with but to have her walk into it like it was nothing...

"How the bleedin' hell did you do that?" he jumps back, startled, hitting his elbow against a mirror and thus, shattering it.

Soup appears. Seven bowls of it. Evan curses.

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"I opened the door of course! How did you get in here?"

Delirium is more preoccupied with the soup even as she asks, scooping up a bowl and sipping from one. "This is really good!"