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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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Tag yourself.
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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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"It is," he agreed, resting his hands upon the balcony. "Different, but pretty."
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"You're from the place where everybody's a machine, huh? Except you're different."
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"I am...an Original. One of the first to be created." So very long ago...
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"I am too, but people don't really know that."
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"You and your siblings are...as old as sentience itself, are you not?"
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She leaned her head back and pointed up at one of the stars fighting it's way through the City's light pollution. "I saw where they came from and when they were born and when some of them died and I'll be there right up until my sister takes the great big book from my oldest brother and says 'Good bye!'"
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"I hope that will not be for a very long time," he said, gazing up towards those few stubborn stars. "I think quite a few more have yet to be born, and it would be a shame for them to not have a chance to shine."
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She tipped her head to the side a little to blink at the not-man. "Do you miss it?"
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Vector shook his head lightly, pulling himself back to the now. "How do you mean?"
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Hm.
"Do you speak of Starscream?"