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BWI Airport, Portalocity Lounge, Saturday Morning

So everyone else had, like, dramatic backstories and reasons to show up here and stuff. Which was fine, you know, if you were emotionally in the zone enough to go to those kinda lengths. Denise had just been, you know, chilling with her dad last night watching some hockey guys really pound in on each other - no, seriously, really get into it. One of them broke a rib or something, which was kinda cool.

Then she'd been dropped off at the airport, gotten a ticket stuffed into her hands, and that was that. No reason to get all dramatic and touchy-feely about it.

And now it was Saturday morning and she was on the airport. Sitting around. Chugging water and listening to her discman while watching the kids down the hall, trying to figure out how they were gonna croak. Sure, there was some kind of shuttle supposed to show up, but it wasn't there yet. A girl had to keep herself busy.

She figured the dweebs starting to mill around the terminal were probably classmates or something. Lame.

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Somewhere on the crowd, there was a girl. Or, you know, she looked like a girl. Sitting on the floor, she looked like a bunch of multicolor cloth someone had decided to left there to it's own devices. Truth was, Delirium had arrived on her own terms, by her own awesomeness and two minutes earlier. She was also completely lost, actually. It had only taken her about five minutes to forget why was she there, or where was the place she was sitting now. What she was sure about was the influx of different degrees of insanity flowing around her. Some were pretty stable people, but others...she was certainly going to have fun around there.

...Maybe she should have brought Barnabas; he always knew what to do.

Denise peered over the edge of her... well, her knee. At the chick. With the technicolour hair. "Dye-job or wig?"

Del didn't seem to hear her first, but when she realized there was someone -oh someone!- talk at her, she looked up with a silent grin, her hair going into paler shades of pink, and then almost white. "It's like a magical, um wig. But no quite. Not always. Sometimes? When I'm paying attention, but I don't do that too much, um..."

".....your face is funny." And that was a completely serious statement. Well, sort of, since she didn't look to serious. At all.

Buh-whatnow?

"So's yours," Denise said, squinting at Crazy Chick. She took a moment to reassess her reply, and settled on, "Stop staring at my face, or I'll beat you up."

Yep, just thatnow.

"Heee~" She grinned at the statement. Of course her face was funny, it was like one of the few things her face was like the whole time. The beating her up statement didn't seem to register quite well.

"Are you a big, bad, woooooooooooooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuulf~??"

"No, I mean it," said Denise. What was she, five or something? "I'm going to go get a hammer and deal with this if you keep it up."

"Hmmmm, hammers." A small, pink colored candy hammer popped out of nowhere above Delirium's head, where it stayed floating quietly. "Candycandycandy and chocolate hammers."

...

"Yeaaaah," Denise drawled, "You are way too crazy-flakes-vibe for me."

"I am Crazy. As in, um, DA CRAZY." She blinked, and then stood, the little floating hammer following her. "Delirium of the Endless." Yep, that was her, at least last time she checked

As if she could sense that the odd girl was missing a dog, Angelo padded up to her with a quick thumping of her tail.

It wasn't much of a cry of surprise, but Del squeaked none the less, giving the dog a hug around it's neck. "I miss Barnabas."

Angelo barked, taking this opportunity to sniff the stranger. Just in case she might need the information, for later. And because it was only polite.

Also, the girl smelled neat.

Hugs carried on as Angelo barked. "Good doggy; here is the owner?" Because if the owner didn't pop out she was totally stealing the dog. Totally. Alright, maybe not -she didn't want to be rude-, but a dog shouldn't wander on it's own.

Insanity, the new fragrance for women.

"Angelo," Rinoa said, noticing her dog's new friend.

Angelo, for her part, barked one last time before trotting back to Rinoa's heels.

"I'm sorry," Rinoa said, "she wasn't bothering you, was she?"

Del simply negated as she stood, dusting her clothes as she did. "Nononono, it's a very, um, good dog. Like Barnabas." But Barnabas talked. Oh well. "Good dog."

"She's very well trained," Rinoa said.

Seriously. The other girl didn't know the half of it.

"Rinoa Heartilly. Is Barnabas your dog?"

"She is!" Del didn't know, and honestly didn't care; Angelo had a place on her hearth already.

"Delirium of the Endless. Barnabas is, um, Destruction's gift. Guardian. Um, dog." And as if she hadn't said it enough times. "I miss him."

"Your name is Delirium?" She certainly seemed to be embracing it. With a name like that, you would have to either dive in or call yourself by your initials and never speak to your parents again. "What happened to Barnabas?"

"Yes!" When your siblings were Destiny, Dream, Death, Desire, Destruction and Despair, Delirium seemed like a very average name. "But I was also, um, Delight, a long long long long, um, long long time ago." But she wasn't going to say more about those affairs.

"...I'm not, eh, um...entirely sure." She hoped the dog would find her eventually. He was a smart dog after all.

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Christian was still feeling shy, but he couldn't stop watching this girl. There was something ... unique about her.

"I like your hair," he confided. "Hello."

People had a fixation with her hair, she had noticed. "Thanks!", said as she turned to see the guy. "I like, um your hair too!" It was pretty okay, she thought.

"Hi! Are you lost too?"

"Thank you," Christian said, pleased by the compliment. He smoothed a lock away from his eyes. "I don't think I'm lost. We're still in Baltimore, aren't we?"

"...Baltiwhere? This isn't, um, Baltiwhere." Yep, he was lost as well.

"Where is it?" Christian asked, genuinely nervous. He wasn't sure he;d navigated quite properly.

Delirium shrugged. Like hell she knew where they were, although she was pretty sure this wasn't any of the Hells she knew. She only knew her sister was somewhere around.

"So you are, um, lost."

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