i_likefeesh wHile yOus wERe slEEpiNG, bUT noT In thAt roMANiCAl comEDy soRT of WAy [ Strange ]
Delirium popped into a slightly off-putting material form and hovered delicately just above a piece of broken space ship. So far it's occupant(s?) were no where to be seen, most likely in search of a bathroom or rascally varmints to scare. She considered its metally-ness with a slight frown.
"hMmmsS. tHis bEd is ToO hARD!"
With a pleasant bubble gum snapping sound, Delirium once again ignored the laws of physics and appeared in the bedroom of a mansion. It was a very fine looking thing with plenty of fancy thing-a-majiggers. Delirium scratched at her nose with the pinky toe of her left foot, while her shadow flopped on top of the expensive covers.
"hMmmsSSSs. tHIS BEd iS Too soFTss!"
Once again, Delirium was in search of the perfect place to take a nap. She found it in a more modest home which smelled pleasantly of cosmic things and the youngest of the Endless felt right at home and she crawled into the strange bed sheets.
"oHhhhss. THis bED is juuuuSt ri--"
The tiny red head started to snore loudly.
ooc: I'm not trying to take over the boards, I promise! >.>
From: i_estrange Date: 05/23/2006 20:46:04
After receiving the notification from The City's Bureaucratic Agency informing him that he would have to play medical examiner and assistance to the upcoming Napier trial, Strange had decided to reconsider this entire dimension displacement scenario. Perhaps, it was not so bad. Perhaps this was what he was meant for. Another step in the neverending chain of mystical arts, leading him up the ladder towards ultimate control of light and dark.
And then, after making himself a comforting night cap, he came across the figure in his bed and realized that -- no, this was just all madness. Insanity. Uncontrollable insanity, and he was probably being tortured by the Hollering Hooths of Hordoth or the Veneral Veeks of Veluptha, and one day he would wake up from a coma to find that thirty years had passed in his time and he was an even older man than he already was.
He stepped over to the side of the bed.
"Excuse me ... Miss?"
Brows furrowed and he eyed her carefully.
Hold on just a moment. By the Galactic Gallows of Geriminian! I know this woman!
And he knew that she was also about as crazy as The City could make them.
"Miss Delirium? I think perhaps you have found yourself in the wrong abode. Please, let me escort you back out the front door. I'm sure you will be missed by your family if you are out too late."
From: i_likefeesh Date: 05/24/2006 09:31:00
Delirium's snores stopped abruptly. Two mismatched eyes looked up at Dr. Strange from the comfort of his pillow. She sniffled slightly.
"NoES. i'M in THe rIGhT ONes."
She could not merely cover her head with a pillow but shaped it to form a castle, sticking her neck through the draw bridge in order to get away from his insistence that she wake up fully and leave.
She mumbled something but it was muffled under the pillow's down.
From: i_estrange Date: 05/24/2006 09:42:04
Well, this was an uncharacteristically peculiar situation to be in. Dr. Strange wasn't exactly sure the proper means for responding. He couldn't very well get any sleep tonight with her in his home. Especially in his bed. But she was too dangerous in her abilities to just leave around unguarded.
He pulled at the hairs on his chin for a moment. Contemplation.
"Please, Miss Delirium. I think you have misplaced yourself. If you would kindly remove yourself from my bed, it would be greatly appreciated."
From: i_likefeesh Date: 05/24/2006 10:11:21
"nO!"
"evERyONes alwAYs waNTS mE to GO aWAy. nO oNES liKES me AROUNds. wELl. THat'S tOO BAD. cuZ i CAn'T heLPs iT. So. ... sOs..."
Delirium crawled into the little pillow castle she'd made, which was now both pillow sized and yet perfectly roomy and inviting for multiple people to enter it.
"i THink iTS evERyoNE elSE thAt caN go AWAYS! hmphs!"
From: i_estrange Date: 05/24/2006 10:15:18
Was it sad that he actually felt a moment of sorrow for her? Apologetic? Semi-remorseful for asking that she leave? Perhaps he was going about this the wrong way. Perhaps he was going about everything in The City the wrong way.
Time for a new approach.
He lifted his shoulders in a shrug.
"Suit yourself. I'll just be in the kitchen making a snack. If you need anything, please don't hesitate to ask."
And with that he left the room and headed down the seemingly endless staircase.
From: i_likefeesh Date: 05/24/2006 10:22:30
Delirium tried to busy herself by playing in the murder holes of her pillow castle but eventually it all very quickly lost it's appeal.
Swimming through the walls of Dr. Strange's home she met him in his kitchen as she poked her head out through the tiled floor. Or was it linoleum?
"hARolD dEmANDs pANcAKEs. shAPed lIKE bABies."
Delirium thought it was only best to inform Dr. Strange of Harold's demands.
From: i_estrange Date: 05/24/2006 10:28:52
"I don't make baby-shaped pancakes," Strange replied, as he removed a few items from his cabinets. "But you like fish, yes? I can make you fish-shaped pancakes. And Harold can have some too, if he so wishes."
Strange had absolutely no idea what it was she was talking about, but he could handle pancakes. Pancakes weren't difficult. And, if nothing else, it got her out of his bedroom.
From a top shelf he removed a large book, The Misholkian Guide To Mystical Cuisine. He had always been better with a spell than with a stove. And it was easier to make shapes in the food too.
From: i_likefeesh Date: 05/24/2006 11:35:36
"a fiSH woULD bE niCE buT i woULdn'T mAKE hARolD anGRy, siNCE he doES lIVe unDEr yoUR beD..."
Delirium paused and popped on through the rest of the kitchen floor. She sat down and started to play with the shapes of the tile, which were much too constricting on their own.
"...cAn thE fiSH be kISsiNG?" she asked shyly.
From: i_estrange Date: 05/24/2006 11:43:24
He quirked a brow. This Harold fellow. He wondered if he needed to be concerned or if this was just one of her maniacal moments. She was a ... crazy one, after all. Even if she did have a certain purpose in the balance of the universe. She was crazy. And Strange took most of what she said with a grain of salt.
"Yes. The fish can be kissing."
He gave her a funny look at first, but then tried to hide it with a smile. He must have looked utterly ridiculous. Wong would never be able to look up to him again. The Sorceror Supreme? In his night robe? Cooking pancakes? For Delirium?
Absurd.
"Syrup? Butter?"
From: i_likefeesh Date: 05/24/2006 11:47:28
"yES plEAse."
Strange probably would not remember Harold until he heard him. Harold was the monster that lived under his bed as a child, but like most bed monsters had grown dormant when Strange grew out of his fear. Bed monsters mostly fed on fear, but sometimes they ate pancakes.
"cAn wE eAT on THe bED? hARold WouLD lIkE thAt."
From: i_estrange Date: 05/24/2006 11:58:49
"I would rather not get crumbs in my sheets. I'm not a fan of doing the laundry."
He mumbled a few funny-sounding incantatons -- cooking spells always were a tad bit comical -- and in perfect Cinderella fashion, the the pots and pans and ingredients began stirring and cooking themselves.
"Maple? Apricot? Whipped cream?"
From: i_likefeesh Date: 05/24/2006 12:02:56
"snOzzbeRry?"
Did the snozzberries taste like snozzberries?
Looking at the whipped cream, it was only capable of spraying whipped cream in the formations of different buildings; the white house, the leaning tower, the eiffel tower, those cute buildings from the disney Aladdin cartoon...
Delirium couldn't help it. That was the way whipped cream should have been. At least while she'd thought about it at that moment. Hopefully her near by presence would not effect Dr. Strange's magics.
From: i_estrange Date: 05/24/2006 19:21:37
And Dr. Strange tried to keep his distance from Delirium for exactly that reason. Affecting his magic was one thing, but he didn't need her affecting his mind. That could have been traumatic. What with his abilities and all -- the aftermath could be drastic.
"Snozzberry?"
Someone had too much Roald Dahl in their local library. He cleared his throught. Perhaps she wouldn't notice a careful mixture of raspberry and strawberry.
The batter was stirred up, poured in a kissing fish shaped pancake maker, cooked. All done with a watchful eye on Strange's part. And then finally placed upon the table for her.
It was a very convenient method of cooking.
From: i_likefeesh Date: 05/26/2006 21:33:15
Delirium looked down at her fish pancakes and they started to flop slowly, the material flexing at their necks where gills should have been, trying to gasp for breath as they lay dying. Bits of snozzberry syrup bounced from their golden brown exteriors onto the table top.
"yoU're nICe."
Delirium sniffled thoughtfully.
From: i_estrange Date: 05/26/2006 22:43:58
"Thank you. That's very kind of you to say, but it is really nothing. Just a common courtesy for an unexpected guest. Thirsty?"
Dr. Strange merely had to wave a hand to have a cup of hot chocolate --extra marshmellows-- appear beside her plate of kissy-fish pancakes. It was parlor trick magic. Not exactly his style. In fact, those before him would have looked upon it with contempt. But every once and a while didn't hurt anybody. And in cases like this, he felt it was much more appropriate. Who knew how long her attention span was, and if he tried to make pancakes by hand they would have been there all night.