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Who: Everybody willing to pop up
What: A party
When: 9pm EST
Where: The front hall
Rating: Low...

The front hall is bright with rainbows. Fish fly here to there like there's water to support them, and music dances constantly at the edge of hearing in an eerie echo against the walls.

Windows glitter and sparkle and pictures play across them, telling a story about each Endless, all of them opening up to a new world of thought. The front doors are flung open to let the air in, and faerie lights glimmer on all the foliage nearby.

The food is set up against one wall. In the very center is a platter of those little weenies and a slushy machine, but spreading out along both sides are fruits and meats and pastas and lots of chocolate. There's no order to the food, each course mixed in with all the rest.

Delirium stands at the end of the hall in front of the outside doors in a black fishnet dress. The cloth is constantly moving, opening and closing, hiding and revealing. Every thought runs through her mind, and finally settles on...

Please come... please please please...

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"Castles and ghosties gave Del some pieces. The windows weren't very cooperative..."

Del stopped a few feet away and smiled at him. Perhaps home "doesn't want to be found yet. They can be very tricksy, always trying to sneak in where they're not expected. Silly homes."

She jerked her head in the direction of the food tables, inviting him to partake. "Does he like cake?"

He smiled back at her, his eyes turning up at the corners. "That must be it," he agreed with a nod, before turning his attention to the refreshments.

"I do like cake," he replied, making his way over to the table. "You've laid out quite a feast for us." He took a plate and began filling it, wondering whether he should find a quiet corner to eat in. He knew some people found the sight of his stitched mouth a bit distressing, after all...

"They all like cake." she said decisively. It was as true as she could find. Especially when it's good cake. Delicious.

She watched him filling his plate, and saw him thinking. People think too much. Make it sad and "Complicated. Is he complicated?"

He paused for a moment, tilting his head to consider. "That's a reasonable description, yes," he nodded. "Most people are, if you look." She was perceptive, yes, but in a way he hadn't encountered before. Perhaps he was as confusing to her as she was to him. "What makes you ask that?"

"Pensive. Won't he eat?" It was a throw away question. Something to say to fill in what she couldn't put into words. Her eyes trecked away from him as one of the clouds of fish distracted her, and it took a moment before she focused on him again.

"People don't ask enough. Always hearing, never listening to answers. Tsk tsk." she ended up reprimanding herself.