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[Everybody was so serious and angry and honestly, it was freaking Del out a bit, but she was dealing with it as well as she could.

Which, for once, didn't include rocking back and forth in a nearly catatonic state of panic - because Del is nothing if not unpredictable.

Instead, today, she's making a giant web across the lobby. Much like the time map Hiro made in Heroes. But... bigger. And more copmlicated. It also seesms to have an axis that can't really be represnted in three dimensions, so there are bits of string that just skip at random points.]

I don't know how to add the mist... It keeps being too solid...

((ooc: Open open open! Get stuck, be pissed, wonder how she's walking on the ceiling, please have a go with whatever random thing you can think of her doing :D ))

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Too heavy again?

[he steps on in and tries to... take in the sight of all these strings and connections and little pieces of everything everywhere.]

It feels like lead.

From a lot of sides.

[he smiles, glancing towards Del again.]

Will you tell me about what you've made, here?

Because no one will tell me and they're all really silently loud with itchy things in my head and I can't find the middle, because of all the mist that's shaped like papyrus.

[She looks forlorn, and tired, and very strained around the eyes. Something wrong, and butterflies won't help now and she's finding it very upsetting and taxing and painful...

She holds a very flamey thread in her hand.]

It's a tangle. [he regards her for a moment, his expression still fixed. he doesn't much like seeing Delirium in a bad mood, but there's something about it...] No, more like a clamor. Close to hysteria, but too jagged to be tucked behind things without things leaking through here and there. It's... messy, isn't it?

Mm. [he walks over to her, carefully ducking under and around a few more threads to get there. the thread she's holding is regarded with just enough attention for him to get the idea.] You can let this one go, if you'd prefer.

[She looks even more upset by the idea of letting it go.]

But then it wouldn't be here...

[She holds out her empty hand for his, wiggling her fingers insistently.]

It's the only way to know the buzzing isn't bees and the birds are all dying.

[he glances down at her hand, momentarily hesitant, before he gives her his own.]

If it puts you at ease.

[She very carefully wraps the string around his thumb. Not tying it, but just winding it around.]

Only because it's all connected.

Huh. [...he gives her a rather dry look as she does this, but at least does not seem particularly annoyed by the gesture. and to his credit, he presses his thumb up to his other fingers so that it won't unwind.

he tugs on it a little, just to see if other lines start to shake or rattle or strum in reaction.] Clever.

You have one, don't you?

[She chews on her lip when he tugs, and his sting pulls others from all over, winding over and under some formations, but tugging a lot more along with his. Even just pulling on his thread can make the entire web shudder a bit.

She lifts a foot, and tied to each of her toes it an extremely fine, brightly multi-coloured thread. Wiggling her toes causes another shudder through her contraption]

Everybody has one.

[that is both surreal and ridiculous at the same time. he can't help but laugh a little. seems just like her.]

Of course.

[he absently wonders about where his thread ends, but he doesn't bother looking. he has a feeling he knows anyway.]

You're really trying to keep everyone accounted for?

They don't say anything.

[There's still a lot of strain, and a manic energy in her]

Sometimes it's just mirrors. They'll move eventually.

[...he reaches out to put a hand (his untied one) on her head, leaning forward to get a better look at her face.]

You're all tied up yourself, Missy. All that tension won't get you far.

I don't like my tummy.

It will pass. I have a feeling it'll end well.

[a little smirk.] And I'm not even one of the good guys, so that's saying something.

Don't make them use the caves...

You think they would?

I think they don't remember very well.

I won't. [he pats her on the head a couple of times. it's kind of a conditioned reaction at this point.] Make them, that is.

[Bobs slightly under his hand, but otherwise holds still]

Okay. Good... okay.

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