Playtime at Wayne Manor Who: Delirium fishfollower, NPC Alfred Pennyworth earth12_npc, anybody else who's hanging about the Manor and hearing funny noises downstairs... What: This little Endless went wheee wheeeeeee all the way to the trophy room When: 'Roundabout the same time as this, I would imagine Where: That little nook of the Batcave with all the weird crap in it. ...What d'you mean, "not specific enough"??? Warnings: Laws of physics beware! You are not welcome here. Same goes for you, logic >8|
A quicksilver being under "normal" circumstances, Delirium had found it especially distressing to remain in one place for any significant period of time after her imprisonment. She didn't always know why, exactly, she underwent the quite unfamiliar experience of panic after dallying for too long, but she knew she didn't like this feeling, and the remedy was simple enough.
Her most recent exploration had brought her down by the harbor, drawn there by an especially interesting man of hers. Much like her first thinking machine, it seemed his mind couldn't be two places at once, but he was always and ever showing two minds and two faces to the world. At the present it seemed he had gathered a host of other faces to try and put himself back together, after a fashion. One of those being her rotten sister-brother, with whom she was always quite cross over something or other, so it probably served Desire¹ right that Del left that place and kept her sibling's predicament entirely to herself.
When next she stepped through the in-betweens of this world, she found herself in a very curious place indeed - the walls were of earth, but she could sense the homeness about it. Like some of the rooms in Morpheus' old keep in the Dreaming, a long time ago. Except this cave had a giant shiny coin! Del's mismatched eyes grew wide as she took in the displays piled behind the ponderous penny. In but a moment the old cave was once again echoing with the pitter-patter of little feet and childish giggles.
[¹: Del has yet to realize that Akito is not, in fact, her least favorite older sibling; she is still of the mind (when her mind is in some kind of order) that Desire had something to do with her ordeal in Cardiff]