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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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Why would we need an answer?

[She starts tying some chords around other bits]

Mmm...good point. [mostly because he doesn't care.]

Why the strings?

[Bounces lightly, and dashes across a string to get to the other end]

Why not?

[he just hums.]

And this? [points to the strings surrounding him.]

[Looks back and examines the string, as if seeing it for the first time.]

You have to be all plotty.

And it helps?

[A strained frantic look starts around her eyes, and some of the strings wobble where they are, twisting around chaotically.]

They should get plotted!

You're free to use my body, if you like.

[Presses her lips together uncertainly, and huffs through her nose. She adds a little frog to an intersection, and then ties that thread to the one above it.]

Okay...

I don't offer it to a lot of people. [he laughs quietly.] Since there really isn't much to offer.

[He's bringing a string from the upped right hand corner of the room to go around his pinky.]

It's just more moveable.

[the string causes his pinky to phase slightly, looking like smoke.]

You could move me?

You move yourself.

True. It's not so bad~

[She hops up, and adds a little dragonfly to a string intersection]

It's bad to be youself but it;s not back because thta's you but they're w rong and not wrong and then we're all wrong because we just kind never made it fixed...

[She frantically ties some more string together.]

Is something wrong?

No. I don't know. I can't hear them.

[Slides down a thick rope, and ties another string to it at the bottom.]

Who are you listening for?

Everybody. They lie lie lie lielielielielie...

[She gives a shake of her head, like trying to reset something.]

The journal doesn't say what it means anywhere.

Then don't listen to it.

Nobody listens...

[An intersection gains curly cues of candy]

How about you tell me then?

Tell you what?

If someone or something is bothering you.

Can you hear them?