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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Delirium doesn't particularly know much about the Clarissi other than that Dream must like them quite a lot. It's not a thought she could really quantify and it's was gone just as quickly as she imagined it must be quite nice to have four arms.

She plopped down, crosslegged next to him, suspended a good three feet or so off the ground, watching him work for a few minutes before she piped up in his language, "If you grow a fifth arm, will you get another one?"

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Among many things, Salaak prided himself on his attentiveness, even in the midst of his multitasking. As a Slyggian and utterly ingrained into his environment, task, and, well, body, he could focus on several things at once without passing up the detail and happenings around him.

Well, that was then.

Human sensitivities were not Slyggian sensitivities, so when a whisp of strangely-colored hair passed into his peripheral, he glanced idly once, then outright swivelled in his chair with a loud cry. The communicators lost their halos and clattered to the floor. Instinctively, his lower arm fist pointed right between her eyes.

"Who are you?" he demanded. "What are you doing here? How did you get in?"

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"I'm Del, mostly, only not at all because that's just what some people call me. I came in through the door."

Delirium managed to catch one of the comms before it hit the floor, effectively derailing her train of thought. It took her a moment to notice the fist pointing at her face. She reached out and tapped the knuckle of his lantern ring finger.

"Those don't work on me."

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Salaak's hand twitched at the touch, but he remained frozen in place for the most part. Adrenaline in the human body was a very overwhelming thing. Well, backtrack, Sal--Del? Do we know a Del? Salaak certainly couldn't think of any locally that came to mind. Wasn't there a Corpsman named Del at one point-?

Door? Ah, the--the door. Then...

"Who let you in? I asked for no disturbances."

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"I let myself in!" Said as if this was rather obvious fact. She spread her hands as she spoke, wiggling her fingers a little when the feeling of air passing through her fingers distracted her.

"How come you're down here?"