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[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[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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It's Nora, dear <3

[eat-me-beat-me.livejournal.com]

[Watches her]

You do have a point, there. If it were absolutely right there would be no point in arguing and everyone would always agree and that would be no fun at all.

I... knew that. Del's not the only confused one today, apparently.

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

Like the ocean.

Awww <3

[eat-me-beat-me.livejournal.com]

I live in the desert. I've never actually seen the ocean. Well... before that pirate ship thing.

Re: Awww <3

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

It's not so large and it swallows everything.

[eat-me-beat-me.livejournal.com]

It does? I'll be sure to stay away from it, then. [chuckles]

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[Nods solemnly]

Yes.

[eat-me-beat-me.livejournal.com]

[twangs one of the strands of the web with a grin]

So. Can I help?

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

Mm... [Del considers it, then hands Nora some trinkets]

Yes~

[eat-me-beat-me.livejournal.com]

[takes them with a smirk]

Want me to hang 'em?

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

Yes~

[They're all for Nora's string, and can be placed at intervals. Major intersections have trinkets already on them, and signify large, important events. The rest are events in her own life, big and little, but not on castle scale.]

[eat-me-beat-me.livejournal.com]

[she takes a closer look at some of the trinkets]

Del? What are these?

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[Glances down from where she's busy]

...You.

[eat-me-beat-me.livejournal.com]

Me?

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[A slow nod]

[eat-me-beat-me.livejournal.com]

[She reaches out and tentatively taps a little jeep dangling from the wire.]

But... how?

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

Have to see what's going.

[And Del continues to hang seemingly random little figurines all over the web.]

[eat-me-beat-me.livejournal.com]

[She looks at the little radio figure in her hand for a moment]

Or what's already gone.

[She hangs it up on her string with a small smile]

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

Know the past to see the future~

[eat-me-beat-me.livejournal.com]

Do you know my future? [She hangs an envelope from the string, looking up at her]

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

Sometimes not at all.

[eat-me-beat-me.livejournal.com]

Don't suppose you could tell me anything, could you?

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

What?

[eat-me-beat-me.livejournal.com]

About my future. Could you tell me anything?

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

See what happened and then make it not.

[Duh. That's what she's trying to do.]

[eat-me-beat-me.livejournal.com]

And then make it not... How can I make it not if it already happened? I mean... I'm in jail back home. It's not like I can change that.