Day 2|Early morning|OPEN
Who: Delirium, possibly the Happy Mask Man, and completely open!
What: Searching for Destruction. Kind of. If she can remember.
Where: Around and about Arcadia
Rating: um... G?
Warning: OOC warning that this may be a bit of a slow log depending on my health. Apologies.
Sometimes it was hard for Delirium to keep track of things. She can find it rather hard to find things, or even keep her mind on them at times, and if you didn't keep your mind on them, they wiggled away like so many little bursts of colour jumping up into the sky and settling away beyond the sunset.
She had, for the moment, completely lost track of where she was, what she was doing, and indeed, when she was. She would sometimes think that it was back when her big brother was in the family, and think that she was dressed rather weirdly for three-hundred years ago; but then she would remember that it was three-hundred years now, so her brother was still gone. And then she would recall why she was here. On Arcadia, with the nice computer and the singing fish.
(The plastic fish that Central had given her had long since stopped singing. The best that came out of it was an occasional warble of the words 'Caribbean' and 'blue'.)
Settling down against a wall, she pulled her overlarge coat around her, looking for all the world like a beggar brat, though in a very artificial and clean looking city. She wiggled her toes and gave a little sigh, her breath touching the fish and making it spin on its string. Breifly, she wondered where the pretty lady had gone. She had seen someone she knew or liked or used to both, but then Delirium had gotten a bit mixed up. Not bad mixed up, like on those days when she just wanted to scream or cry or break, but still a bit mixed up.
Her thoughts flitted to her possible-but-maybe-not nephew Ganon. She liked being an aunt. Orpheus had been nice. A bit silly, but very nice, and he had played nice music too. She would rather like another nephew, or maybe even a niece.
(Miranda didn't count. Desire had kept that from everyone. Even Delirium, who wondered how she knew.)
"Do you think I should ask my big brother?" She said to the fish, which was drooping once more on the string, "I mean, everything's in his big book, isn't it? He would know." A beat, and she remembered that she hadn't told the fish what she was wondering about. "If Ganon is our nephew."
What: Searching for Destruction. Kind of. If she can remember.
Where: Around and about Arcadia
Rating: um... G?
Warning: OOC warning that this may be a bit of a slow log depending on my health. Apologies.
Sometimes it was hard for Delirium to keep track of things. She can find it rather hard to find things, or even keep her mind on them at times, and if you didn't keep your mind on them, they wiggled away like so many little bursts of colour jumping up into the sky and settling away beyond the sunset.
She had, for the moment, completely lost track of where she was, what she was doing, and indeed, when she was. She would sometimes think that it was back when her big brother was in the family, and think that she was dressed rather weirdly for three-hundred years ago; but then she would remember that it was three-hundred years now, so her brother was still gone. And then she would recall why she was here. On Arcadia, with the nice computer and the singing fish.
(The plastic fish that Central had given her had long since stopped singing. The best that came out of it was an occasional warble of the words 'Caribbean' and 'blue'.)
Settling down against a wall, she pulled her overlarge coat around her, looking for all the world like a beggar brat, though in a very artificial and clean looking city. She wiggled her toes and gave a little sigh, her breath touching the fish and making it spin on its string. Breifly, she wondered where the pretty lady had gone. She had seen someone she knew or liked or used to both, but then Delirium had gotten a bit mixed up. Not bad mixed up, like on those days when she just wanted to scream or cry or break, but still a bit mixed up.
Her thoughts flitted to her possible-but-maybe-not nephew Ganon. She liked being an aunt. Orpheus had been nice. A bit silly, but very nice, and he had played nice music too. She would rather like another nephew, or maybe even a niece.
(Miranda didn't count. Desire had kept that from everyone. Even Delirium, who wondered how she knew.)
"Do you think I should ask my big brother?" She said to the fish, which was drooping once more on the string, "I mean, everything's in his big book, isn't it? He would know." A beat, and she remembered that she hadn't told the fish what she was wondering about. "If Ganon is our nephew."