fandomhigh | 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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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

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