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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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[interested-- both by her answer and the clicking]

Rest?

You know...

[She makes the shushing noise of waves]

With all of your lines.

[something about that makes a little of his edginess come out, as his mind spins a bit at filling in the gaps with guesses]

Am I doing something to make you weary, Delirium?

No. You're the best place to rest. Better than the no place, because you feel like blue home.

[he relaxes again, for a moment. It's an odd feeling, then-- something related to fondness. But, before he can dwell on it, he is suddenly reminded of something. And the edginess comes back.]

There may be someone else there, at the moment.

[ah, that psychic presence that he still hasn't been able to shake. There is a trespasser in his head, Del...]

[Oh? Del might be displeased with this. Del might also be defensive of one of her favoritest eveil people. Del might want to try and take care of this. So she sounds little angry]

Are the ants eating away? eat eat eating, deeting, delve...?

[it has been wearing on his already gnawed patience, and--somewhere in his flat tone--it shows]

Watching, I think.

[She pulls back from the knawing ocean]

You want help? I'll help.

((ooc: Er... Is she allowed to help...?))

I want to know who it is.

((ooc: l-lol... I think Phoebe-mun wants the psychic link to stay established until the end of the plot))

We'll check. Ish. Maybe. You have to come here, though... Because I can't leave the web it's very important I have to see what's going on because the journals hide everything from everyone.

[MOre jangles, and a crash when one of her thigns falls out of the web.]

Yes they do. [oh, how he wishes that she was coherent and predictable enough to serve as a spy.

And then, a rather put out sigh] ...I can't go there, Delirium.

[Wouldn't it be nice? But she can't read any of the filters. Which is the excuse she's giving for wigging out.]

When you can...? I'll come, I promise... I'll come, when they're not going to break, I'll come... I'll, I'll...

[aww, is that what you get for playing with the creepers, Del?]

Of course.

[he knows it will be too late by that point. On his side of the journal, he's quietly rubbing his forehead]

[And for being willing ti spill the beans on anything and everything to anybody simply because she wasn't really thinking about it >>]

I will.

[And she sounds oh-so-very earnest about it, too.]

I believe you. I appreciate the thought.

[he doesn't like people in his head that aren't you, Del. it's making it chaotic in there]

...will will will will will...

[Well, since she's having a mental breakdown, she feels sad about that, but the crazy would likely just be worse if she were around.]

...You promise not to go?

Go where?

Away.

...I don't like the caves.

[whatever her exact meaning was there, the answer was the same--]

I can't promise that.

[Well, he didn't lie to her. That was something, at least]

I'll still visit. In the cave. If I have to...

But I'll come before that. And I won't let them make the blue home wrong.

Mm... something tells me you would find a way to visit, no matter where I go.

[death. home. anywhere.]

I'm always with you~

[and there's that something-like-fondness in his voice again]

I suppose you are.

[Aw, almost fondness. An airblow kiss.]

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