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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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Do they block out what you can't hear?

I think that's the point of them, yes.

[An angry huff]

Can you hear them?

I'm going to go with 'no'?

But they all think you're good.

What? Who thinks I'm good? Who's been talking?

[She gives him a sidelong look that clearly says they all know he's not-bad.]

Bet you oculd read the hidden writing.

[He chooses to ignore that look]

There's writing now?

Not on the walls...

In the journals, then?

[An unhappy noise]

Rumblings...

The sort I'd have to...discourage?

I think Pointy and Tick Tock count in them. Don't let them use the caves...

[She looks droopy, sad, and a little washed out as she hangs a zombie off a very large intersection]

[Okay no wait what, he gives her a confused look]

...Come again?

I don't know!

[and she scampers up into a corner, toying with threads]

...Right. A puzzle for me then. Goody.

[She throws a little dragonfly down at him]

[He catches it, turning it in his hands] You're really going all out, aren't you?

[A mutter about journals and castles and something about nobody telling her anything.]

Put it on something so it can be part.

...Did someone not tell you something important? [He'll place it just....there. Perfect]

Nobody tells me anything important.

[She drops down so she's dangling upside down from a chord, her her head on level with his. And hen she points accusatorily]

You have a girlfriend!

[He steps back a moment, still in that state of confusion he's often in around her. Before pausing]

Oh...yeah. Her.

[She's... not actually angry at him. But she's scared and upset and kinda wants to cry but really doesn't want to cry so now she's manic and angry... Poor Snakey.]

Lucky she's not mean.

[Crowley snorts in amusement, before catching himself, reaching over to awkwardly pat Del on the head]

Okay, we can both believe that if you like.

She's only brusque.

[Her hair shortens to soft lime green fuzz, and she has a moment of odd stillness before a burst of energy sends to scampering back up into building.]