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[Mar. 9th, 2009|07:02 pm]
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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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[Feb. 6th, 2009|09:33 pm]
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Who: Dustfinger and Del
What: Striking a friendship, perhaps?
When: Tonight
Warnings: Long Haired, Shirtless Paul Bettany is hot.

He pulled his shirt off, folded it neatly and set it down in his bag at the same time he withdrew a bottle that appeared to be full os sparkling glitter. He drank from the bottle, but didn't swallow. He held the sparkles in his mouth, his cheeks puffed which only made the scars that marked his left eye more prominant. Seeming to hold his breath, he removed two items from the bag, and replaced the bottle deep inside. The items were small torches attached to chains, which he wrapped around his hands.

Blowing out his cheeks, fire erupte from his lips the way one might imagine fire came from the mouths of dragos, curling upward into a glowing fireball. Dustfinger lifted first one, then the other torch to the flame, setting the ends to flame. Heaning back tot he point he looked like he might topple backward, his arms began to move in a well calculated move, twirling the torches in the air in a delightful show of concentration and skill.

Perhaps unnoticed among the crowd, a small horned marten named Gwin made his way from person to person, seeking out treasures to steal. Each item he lifted off an unsuspecting onlooker was dropped into Dustfinger's bag along side the bottle of glitter at the precice moment Dustfinger breathed out a new fire ball, flames climbing upward as if to reach the stars, while the man performed his act, dancing among the flame of his torches.

When he'd blown all the fire from his mouth, he slowed his motion, and snuffed the torches out quickly and quietly, bowing before the gathered crowd. He was exhausted, sweat beading his forhead and rolling down his back and chest. Dustfinger wiped his hand across his brow as he stood, turning to his bag to return the torches to their place.
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[Feb. 6th, 2008|07:38 pm]
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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.
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[Jan. 20th, 2008|01:59 pm]
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Who: Delirium and Inspira/Muse
What: Mutual comfort- something like that.
When: Tonight, dusk
Where: An Outdoor Theatre of Muse's choice
Warnings: I'll keep you posted

Delirium found herself drawn to the spot Inspira mentioned, in the middle of twilight. Feet dangling from a treebranch, swinging in 3/4 time, she glanced up at the stars, idly musing after her brother. Her friends. Things she had messed up, lately.

Delirium had been in a bad way, ever since her visit with Mikey to Azathoth's realm, and she was hoping a visit with Inspira would help knock her out of her funk. These moods never lasted terribly long, for her- but the sooner she could be done with it, the better.
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[Jan. 18th, 2008|09:53 pm]
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Who: Michael and Del. There will sort of be two cameos, but not really. You'll see.
When: Tonight-ish.
Where: His hotel room. And briefly Azathoth's daemon-court at the center of everything, but only in memory. So technically just his hotel room.
Warnings: Hmm...not sure how horrible I'm going to describe Azathoth's place. So, potentially, warnings for that. Actually probably warnings for that.

Space...not quite the final frontier, after all. )
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[Jan. 14th, 2008|05:14 pm]
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Who: Desire, Delirium, Death.
What: The Endless mortals get together for a pity party and possibly some pancakes. HA ALLITERATION.
When: Late afternoon.

Have you heard the news that you're dead? )
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