Who: Delirium and Bast, Open to others able to visit What: Post-Azathoth visitation When: Now-ish? Time is not fixed. Warnings: Severe weirdness.
Delirium was letting herself get lost in the ebb and flow of her realm- never too far from the 'jar' she held the Bad Thing in, but deep enough to avoid the everyday affects of Her mortals. Currently, she was swimming around as a school of multicolored fish, whirling around in a field of Thursday-morning. She would pull herself together when her guest(s?) arrived, but for now, it was freeing to let herself stay lost in the comfort of home.