paradisa

[A bright slash of painfully orange hair drapes across your pillow. Del twines her naked, coltish legs in the sheets, and her looong shirt bunches up around. She'd made a mess of your bed.

Can you really blame a poor, young Endless?

It's a wonder how she got there in the first place. Whyshe's decided to sleep in your bed. But the real question here is...

When exactly did you find her?]

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Your status is not quo.

[Spoken in the journal]

Your status is not quo.

[Written in the journal]

Your status is not quo.

[Drawn on walls in crayon and marker and something that looks suspiciously like spit before it dries.

Over and over and over again.]

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[Drips of something liquid slide into the page and swiftly congeal into gritty, sticky splotches of sugar.]

They have things from all over the place in the kitchen if you know to look in the right cabinets? Did you know that? The cabinets have all the things in them that should be in them for everyone, even if what should be is a miniature elephant but not really maybe a miniature elephant because that wasn't there until I put it there, but maybe a little bit of elephant if that's what's supposed to be in the cupboard.

Like a tusk.

Did they leave the piano open? He used to play piano.

[And she's findable, sprawled out on the kitchen floor as she is, with things piling up around her as she opens door after door in the kitchen, removing everything she finds.]

((ooc: Open to all, because she really likes the kitchen recently.))

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[Del head earned very quickly that she could be both tree and person shaped, and she found...

She rather liked this particular vacation~

In fact, she liked it a lot, with the way her teasing appearances happened. The way she would pluck at people's hair and slide over their toes.

All in fun, of course~]

((ooc: Dated to pretty much any time this week, and OTA!))

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[She had gone.

She had gone again and again and again and again. She'd gone so many times it felt like her intestines weren't attached and they would shatter.

But they all left, they left over and over. She had left. Left and returned (how many things had she forgotten how many places had she abandoned) no matter what she did.

There was no way for her to see the Stillness. No way than to become what would kill her.

She couldn't keep leaving, not when it made her dust.

So she came back to the castle, toes trailing behind her as Del tried (tried tried tired trying) to make the puzzle that became her world to be a picture of sails and water and fish]

It goes... sh sh sh sh... what is the... did you know that if you don't whisper a word the world will give you everything.

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[Even before his powers manifested, Jono had been a pretty light sleeper. Nowadays, what he does could be more accurately considered prolonged dozing, than actual sleeping. It's because of this that he's surprised that something is "waking" him up, as though he'd been dead asleep, which never happens. It takes Jono a moment to realize that the thing attempting to wake him up is small, rainbow-headed, and has a mismatched gaze to match the one person in Paradisa he can truly say he loves.]

Billie?

Good morning, daddy!

[The sound of a palm hitting a forehead can be heard over the journal.]

Didn't know you lot could change owners. Where's your mum?

Here, there, everywhere. Don't you know? Let's go find her!

Fine, fine. Lead on then. Just lemme put on some trousers, first.

[Jono will be pulling on pants now, and be lead by the hand all over the castle, as they look for Delirium.]

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[Why was there? Mmf... Why was she sleeping. Her nose itched. It takes a bit of flailing to find her hand, which probably ends in her smacking... whoever she was with.

Why was she with someone?

What. Hm... There were tingles.

Maybe?

Poking her head up helps, and slipping out of bed to sniff the door that was there. New door, new place. Every place was old, poking her head inside where the door was should have been helps fill in the gaps.]

...There are two.

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I had a thought once, and then I had to wonder if it was my thought or someone else's thought and if it was their thought did it count as my thought too or had I stolen their thought and made it my own if I stole it did I steal them and then their thought was me and I ate their brain up all at once in a thought that was almost mine?

( Accidentally filtered to anyone who might be in the slightest bit hers (i.e.: Crazy) )

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[Well, yesterday had been the sort of thing he'd only ever thought he'd have nightmares about. If he had nightmares. Crowley had assumed that it couldn't get much worse than waking up in your girlfriend next to your best friend who had suddenly become a dress-wearing princess.

He was wrong. Oh, he was so wrong. The second he opens his new set of eyes, he knows something is very weird]

Whoah. Okay. I think yesterday might have cause some... sort of... blood clot.

On my brain.

Everything tastes of rainbows.

What is even going on any more.

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[Click click click.

Clickclick clickclick

Clickclickclick.

The sound echoes like it's in a large space, amplified across a body of water. In the TARDIS, it dances through the corridors]

((ooc: OTA; action in Eleven's TARDIS. Also, class looms. Everything is always answered, though~))

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[She itches, why does she itch, why are her insides crawling...]

It hurts... don't take the ice I need it, no, please please please...

[Watch her argue with the ghost or scratch uselessly at her fingers. Or, even, hear her over the journal.]

((ooc: Open to all~))

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NO! Don't take it, it's mine, my thing! Give IT BACK.

[Del's hair flails around her like Medusa as she officially flips her shit at you, at a person you watch, or at a ghost. Any and all are possible.

She just wants her thing back, just give her, her thing back, it's not even an important thing to you, it's just a bit of rock or twine or paper. But it's her Thing and it's very important and if you don't give it back she'll cry or make you feel bugs or take away your toes and she doesn't know or care which just give her the Thing back!!

RIGHT NOW]

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[The message to evacuate had somehow gotten lost between a tumble out of the dryer and a visit in the lobby with dancing chalk.

That was okay. Evacuations made her her itch and her skin run away. It was better, to just try and avoid the fast and quite.]

...don't like that gunk, not really grape... ape ate ace face facilitatory ish ed mmm...

...bring back some of the rocks. Not from those caves, though, the sand is slimy...

[Her journal is being toted around by one cover, and occasionally the sounds of her muttering waft quiet words onto the pages.]

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[Del has made a pilgrimage. She has traveled to the ends of the earth in search of the something.

But here, standing at the edge of the Dead Zone, she finds she can't take another step farther. It felt like her toes were disappearing from the inside out.]

I don't like this kind. I don't like it... I want my sister!

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[Catch a falling star and]

put it in your pocket, then there's no rainy day. We just have to find the pieces to make the whole. Holey whole there's all the new ones new new new.

Did you know you makes the bells chime?

[There's a clack clack clack as she walks down the hallway in tap shoes, fishnets and a toga.]

((ooc: OTA, over the journals or in person.))

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[Del is licking things. All over the castle. Walls, windows, tables, possibly people. Animals, if she can catch them.

She started doing this in Friday the 13th, and has continued on until the 15th or so.]

((ooc: Please feel free to come across her during any of the three days. Or to come across her more than once~))

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