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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.

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Rachel was looking around her new apartment. She almost couldn't believe she'd done it. Her own place. Away from the mansion.

It was kinda cool. And empty. Really, really, empty. Kinda spooky, actually.

The door opened up behind her, a multicolored head of wild hair peeping through it. Delirium closed the door, looking puzzled before she spotted Rachel.

"Oh! That's where you were!" she said brightly, almost instantly in Rachel's personal space, "Hello! I couldn't find you!"

"Woah!"

Rachel jumped and spun around. Holy crap she's close!

"Del?"

Delirium just smiled her pleased little smile and waved.

"Hi!"

"Uh, hi?"

She looked around.

"How.. did you get in here?"

Delirium pointed to the front door. It's in the same state Rachel left it in, but nonetheless.

"Through there of course!"

Norman rubbed his fist, teeth bared in feral satisfaction over pummeling Spider-man the other day. He hadn't been able to do as much damage as he'd wanted to, but. It was nice not to always have to keep his hands clean. Though it had been several days, the memory stayed with him, probably one of the most fulfilling moments here in the City.

He settled into his desk chair, rubbing his knuckles, then his temple.

"Right."

She didn't understand that at all. She hadn't sensed anything out there a second ago.

"Do you live here now?"

Delirium was either oblivious or completely unconcerned with Rachel's confusion, already wandering around the apartment to peer around corners.

The door to Norman's office opened, Delirium padding through it with the usual smile she wore when she greeted him.

"Hello! Did you hurt yourself?"

"I will be."

She's slowly getting used to Del and her... peculiarities.

"I'm moving in this week."

He looked up quickly, surprised by her voice. "Delirium."

After a moment, he stood, allowing himself to approach her, ignoring her question. "How are you?"

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.

He was outside.

The balcony's view did not compare to the view he had when out of dimensions, when he could see the very fabric of spacetime and could see the threads and currents that made up the individual universal streams. But that was a rather impossible view, at present - could this form even handle it, even if he could step out of the world so easily?

This was not that. But this was what he had, at present, and he was making do with it.

Salaak had his place of zen, as it were. Downstairs in the windowless, flourescently-lit basement that had been given half to him, half to storage, the closed quarters with room to stretch was the first real blessing since his second pair of arms emerged (and this time, there was no added stress in regards to adjusting his attire; he could dress as he pleased). It put him in a rather pleasant mood, actually!

So there he was, pleasantly secluded, surrounded by his work and free to set his own pace, virtually undisturbed for a large portion of the day. The other Lanterns had their own ways of keeping busy (or not busy at all, as far as the Clarissi was concerned), and, as there was no mass panic to deal with, it was acceptible. The massive stacks of folders and papers he'd acrued in his earliest information-gathering weeks were starting to diminish; with his Lantern abilities mostly in tact sans ring, all he needed to do was fill that unseen databases manually. It was tedious work, to be certain, but it kept him busy, and a busy Salaak was a content Salaak.

Three of his four communicators floated idly in green halos just in eyeshot as his attention focused on one, transcribing the information he'd received form several sources to his own database. Good, good. He was making a very good dent in the pileup today.

"Are you going to have a party? The..." She paused, trying to untangle the word from the mass of swirls and sounds inside her head. "Warming kind! I don't know why you would need to warm your house though."

It's something she's grown used to and in a way, reminds her of Dream... Before he died and became Daniel anyway.

"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."

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?"

Delirium sat next to him on the rail of the balcony, swinging her legs out in space. Whether she had been there moments before or not wasn't really the issue because she was there now and that was all that really matters. She turned a bit to smile at the not-human and pointed off into the horizon.

"It's pretty, don't you think?"

If Vector was startled by her sudden appearance, he hid it well; a slight widening of his optics before he managed a thin smile, following her point.

"It is," he agreed, resting his hands upon the balcony. "Different, but pretty."

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?"

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?"

She shrugged. "Maybe, probably. I'm sure my friends wouldn't mind coming to one."

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.

"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!"

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