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Delirium (ex_tempusfra525) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2009-03-09 19:02:00

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delirium, eddie blake

Who: Delirium and Eddie Blake/The Comedian
What: Donuts, AKA Del's catch-all communication food
When/Where: Backdated to Sunday evening, a donut shop in NYC (If Eddie were to go get donuts, wherever he'd go? We'll say it works.)
Warnings: R. Eddie has a mouth on him, and Del has no concept of 'obscene'.

Del made her way to a donut shop, hopping up onto a stool at the counter to wait for her new friend, Eddie. It was a real donut shop, about a block down the street from Eddie's house- the kind that serves coffee, ice cream, and donuts, unapologetic about the health risks of any of their wares, usually with one word spelled wrong in a kitschey way in its name. In this case, it was the Tastee Donut Company, and Delirium had to agree with their assessment.

The plate in front of her had a dozen donuts on it of various sorts- sugar covered, sprinkles, nuts. Each with a little piece missing. If Eddie really wanted one when he got there, he'd have to order his own.

She hadn't told him where to meet her, specifically; things like that tended to slip her mind. Still, when he thought of 'donut shop', he'd pick the right one. She knew this kind of thing. As for finding her, well. If the large, retro headphones on the ears of a swaying, somehow-dancing-while-sitting teenage girl didn't give her away, the multicolor hair (that seemed to change color of its own volition) would. She could do normal, but really, where was the fun in that?

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gothispunchline
2009-03-09 08:34 pm UTC (link)

He was having one Hell of a wake up call, but luckily at least one of the people he had spoken with when he arrived-and arguably the most dangerous, with the lip thing-seemed game for telling him what the Hell was going on. He didn't want to deal with the others yet, didn't want to see Nite Owl, Silk. He just wanted some answers. And he sure as Hell didn't want to talk about Adrian. Not now. Not really ever.

He did find the donut shop, since it was the first he saw, first he figured he would check. He spotted the girl and had the feeling that this was Del. This was who he was going to be spending his evening with. Great.

"Nice hair," He stared at it as he sat down. He had went to his home and found out that it had all the fixings he needed to get changed into some decent clothes, a t-shirt and jeans fitting him nicely, a leather coat to keep him warm, some gloves. Beat his bathrobe.

"You Del?"

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	ex_tempusfra525 2009-03-09 08:55 pm UTC (link)
	Del swiveled on her stool, giving Eddie a big grin. "Truth! And you're Eddie," She said as if he needed clarification. That taken care of, she turned back to her donuts, idly picking the sprinkles off of one of them Which, if he'd look close enough, would appear to be moving, like small catepillars. Again, mostly because they were. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	gothispunchline 2009-03-09 08:57 pm UTC (link)
	"I'm...Eddie," He nodded as he sat down on the stool beside her, his eyes going to the donuts, eyebrow raising. "Care to explain to me exactly what an Endless is?" He had been wondering since she had put it down, and with all the weirdness about her, well...He had to know. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

ex_tempusfra525
2009-03-09 09:04 pm UTC (link)

Her voice took on a very proper sounding tone, hair falling to her shoulders a light blonde. Not that he'd know, but that took a lot of concentration on her part. She really did want to give him his answers.

"Endless. One. Adjective. Being or seeming without end. Two. Noun. One of a family of seven siblings acting as functionaries to the multiverse, including, in order, Destiny, Destruction, Death, Dream, Desire, Despair, and Delirium, the functions of which are nominally descriptive."

Once she was done talking, her hair went back to moving, as she took a few of the little catepillar-sprinkles into her mouth.

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	gothispunchline 2009-03-09 09:07 pm UTC (link)
	Eddie listened, though it was a bit rich for him. Destiny was a person, Destruction, Death, Dream? He smirked a bit, shrugging a shoulder. "Can I get a Boston cream?" He asked the waitress behind the counter before turning to Delirium, "And are you all around. With weird hair?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

ex_tempusfra525
2009-03-09 09:15 pm UTC (link)

Del shrugged. "Death, Dream, Desire and Delirium are here...ee..um. Destiny, Destruction, and Despair are elsewhere." As she spoke of each of her siblings, her hair phased through each of their 'colors'- black, gray, red, gold, white, green, and purple respectively. When she was done, she turned back to him, hands flipping upside down with her thumb and forefinger in circles, the international handsign for 'mask'.

"Your friends?"

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	gothispunchline 2009-03-09 09:17 pm UTC (link)
	Leaning back a bit, Eddie pulled out a cigar, not noting any of the non-smoking signs. Purposefully not noting them, to be precise. "Some here, some dead, that's how it goes," He wondered if John was around. Probably not, or he'd know right away, he figured. He put the cigar in his mouth and went patting his pockets for a lighter. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ex_tempusfra525 2009-03-09 09:21 pm UTC (link)
	Del was suddenly pointing a little gun-shaped lighter at Eddie's face which, depending on his reaction, would be cocked to light his cigar. "C'est la morte. You can always make new ones!" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

gothispunchline
2009-03-09 09:28 pm UTC (link)

Eddie's eyes lifted for a moment before he reeled back, the gun getting a reaction out of him alright. He was up, standing, pointing his own gun in return. And his wasn't a novelty. His shoulders relaxed, however, when she cocked it and a flame appeared.

"Right," He put his gun away-apparently who he had replaced was of like mind as him, carrying weaponry in the home. He leaned over to light his cigar off the flame and took a slow puff.

"Could. Working out so fucking well so far, huh?"

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ex_tempusfra525
2009-03-09 09:32 pm UTC (link)

Her reaction just made her giggle, almost derisively; all his shooting her would've done was scare the other patrons, who had a second of panic, before becoming intensely interested in something else. Half the wonders of New York, half Delirium.

"I know!" The worst part was, she sounded genuine- hey, she considered him a friend. "How about your secret-not-secret identity?" She pulled a card out of one of the many pockets in her coat, showing him an ID- unsurprisingly, for a mental institution, with her picture on it.

"You should have one."

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gothispunchline
2009-03-09 09:35 pm UTC (link)

He raised an eyebrow at her as he got comfortable again, shaking his head a little at her offered ID, "Not fucking surprising," He murmured, though he tapped his back pocket with his hand, "I got one. And some government ID," He was FBI here, apparently. Secret Service. He shook his head.

"Not worth sharing. and how the fuck did you get out to come for donuts if you are in some nuthouse?"

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	ex_tempusfra525 2009-03-09 09:36 pm UTC (link)
	"Secret agent man~" She muttered the first line of the song, before humming her way through a few bars, picking at her donut and chewing. That could have been an answer to how she got out, a comment on his job, or a little of both. It was hard to tell. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	gothispunchline 2009-03-09 09:38 pm UTC (link)
	He stared at her for a moment. "I got a feeling you are going to get on my nerves, quick," He stated as his donut was put in front of him and his eyes went to the waitress, "Thanks, sweetheart," He stated, "Can I get a coffee with that?" That done, he turned to the girl again, "So, what, you immortal or something? Or just a mask with a mental problem?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ex_tempusfra525 2009-03-09 09:43 pm UTC (link)
	His assessment got another giggle out of her, munching on her donut while she considered the question. It got a sigh, and she turned to look at him again. "End. Less. No masks. Just bodies. Minds. Mental is my motto, but then, that's why I love you," (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	gothispunchline 2009-03-09 09:49 pm UTC (link)
	He scoffed, "Love me already, sweetheart? We haven't even had sex yet," He nodded at the waitress, who gave him a look, and took his coffee, having a drink, "But you are fucking right there, Del. I'm mental. Bullseye." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ex_tempusfra525 2009-03-09 09:51 pm UTC (link)
	The noise she made at his mention of sex was probably best described as a 'squee'. "Sex is gross, Eddie. Not funny at all~" It was his second statement, however, that really got her happy, reaching over to give his shoulders a hug. "Exactly. Mine!" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	gothispunchline 2009-03-09 09:58 pm UTC (link)
	He gave her a look, then, the 'squee' enough to get a slight smile out of him, "What, don't like boys? Afraid of cooties?" He shook his head before he was being hugged and he looked at her, deadpanning, "Uh huh. Now get off," He stated slowly. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

ex_tempusfra525
2009-03-09 10:01 pm UTC (link)

Delirium pulled away at his words and nodded at the mention of being afraid of cooties, seeming completely serious. He was probably better off not asking about that.

Sitting back, she seemed uncomfortable for a second, wrinkling her nose uncomfortably before winding up and sneezing- the effort of which produced a small flock of butterflies, fluttering from her mouth.

"Mm. Allergies."

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	gothispunchline 2009-03-09 10:13 pm UTC (link)
	He stared at her for a long moment before speaking. "What the Hell was that?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ex_tempusfra525 2009-03-09 10:15 pm UTC (link)
	"Allergies," She repeated simply, completely oblivious to what was so strange about the butterflies. They were her friends too, after all. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	gothispunchline 2009-03-09 10:16 pm UTC (link)
	"To what?" He asked, frowning a bit. He hadn't seen anyone sneeze butterflies, what could he say? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ex_tempusfra525 2009-03-09 10:21 pm UTC (link)
	She seemed to have to think about that. "Monday? Or possibly melancholy. They're very close, you know. Sort of like purple, but with more panache." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	gothispunchline 2009-03-09 10:22 pm UTC (link)
	"Right," Yeah, she was getting on his nerves, but at least she wasn't in his face, and frankly, he didn't mind the company, all told. God Help him. "I need a drink." (Reply to this) (Parent)