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[Filtered to those who have been friends with, or otherwise looked after Delirium]

I wish to thank you for the kindness you've shown my sister in her time here. As many of you know, she can be quite a handful if left to her own devices for too long. As a rule, my siblings and I try to make sure at least one of us knows where she is, and what she's doing at any given time. If I've read Paradisa's history right, only Death, Desire, and Dream have had the honor prior to myself.

I suppose I should introduce myself. I am Destruction, of the Endless, though I abandoned my realm some time ago. Delirium is my younger sister. If there is ever anything I can do for any of you, if it is within my power, you've only need to ask.

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Would anyone like some supper? I've prepared some pakora and stuffed bhindi if you're uncomfortable with meat. I can't say I've ever prepared Indian cuisine before, but I figured it was worth the attempt.

[Destruction will obviously be hanging out in the kitchen, his forearms caked with spices and flour as he continues to cook. He'll have set places anywhere there is to sit and eat, and may have cracked open several bottles of wine, which will be sitting open so they can breathe a bit. Feel free to come in and sample/complain about his cooking.]

First Poem

Jul. 2nd, 2012 03:14 pm
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[Those in the lobby today will be treated to a strange sight. Where previously there wasn't, there is now a large, red-headed man with his journal open across his lap, sitting on a couch, looking none to bothered by this development. Propped up next to him is a bindle with a polka-dotted handkerchief hanging from it. He looks lost in thought, a pencil in his hand tapping his chin, before he writes.]

Changes
Come when we least expect them
Try as we may
We can't prevent them
Adapt
Or be swept away
in the
Changes


[The pencil taps on the page a few times, before a deep voice filters over it.]

Well, this is certainly a surprise. Would anyone be so kind as to tell me just where I am? Normally I wouldn't need to ask, but I seem to have lost my bearings. I could consult this handy journal for what I need, but I think I'd rather hear it firsthand.


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