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Date: July 6, 2000
Status: Public
Setting: Manor gardens, Front desk
Summary: Delirium arrives.

If someone had asked Delirium why she was where she was, presently sitting cross-legged on the grass in front of Lower Tadfield Manor, she would have no answer for them really, except that it felt rather like she should be there.

And anyway she was entertained.

The impressive wreckage of a plane a dozen or so feet away held her attention for good five minutes or so before she climbed to her feet and left it a habitat to a number of small noisy multicolored frogs.

To the human eye, she appeared to be a girl not more than fourteen years old, wild purpley pink hair, shaved on one side of her head, dressed in tattered badly matched clothing.

They would boggle at her for a moment or two, wondering absently if that streak of orange hair was there just a moment ago, and then just as quickly move along, dismissing her with relief, as a runaway or one of those eccentric rocker kids.

Not-so-human eyes would deal slightly better with her rapidly changing appearance. At least in theory.

The personification matter-of-factly ignored the front door and crawled in through an open window that may or may not have been there before. One never knew with her.

She landed, a rainbowed tangle of limbs, beside the front desk with a soft thud and blinked her mismatched eyes at her surroundings.

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[bipolar-uriel.livejournal.com]

"Well, hello, Del." Uriel beamed down at the girl. For some reason she didn't find it odd at all that the girl knew her name. Although she couldn't recall meeting her earlier, Uriel felt that the girl was familiar somehow. There was also something about the girl that disturbed her, but she ignored that. It probably wasn't anything important anyway.

"You have pretty hair," she commented, fiddling with the colourful hair. "I wish my hair was as pretty." And, at that moment, she had a thought. This thought turned her hair blue, with streaks of green, silver, and purple all over it. "There! Now we're both pretty."

She giggled, delighted at having met this very wonderful girl. She couldn't even recall when she'd last been as happy.

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Delirium clapped her hands, eyes sparkling at the change (and if one looked closer, perhaps one would even spy a fish swimming by in the blue iris) in color of Uriel's hair. Her own changed itself to mimic the angels, then shifted to a buzzcut colored a very brilliant shade of violet-blue. "That's very nice.."

The personification looked overjoyed at the possibility of a new playmate. Not everyone was happy to see her or the butterflies. She bit her bottom lip thoughtfully. "We can be friends, can't we? You could come back to my realm with me and be butterflies or fishies with me or we could sing songs, the kind that start where they end, and go on forever, they're very nice songs."

[bipolar-uriel.livejournal.com]

Uriel became sad for a moment. The reason for this was that the thought of playing with the girl sounded very nice, but deep down she knew she couldn't.

"Sure we can be friends," she said. "However, I don't think I can leave. My brother would be angry if I left." Her expression darkened momentarily as she thought about Wednesday who surely would spoil all her fun. Then, however, she again giggled as she saw a butterfly landing on top of Del's head, changing its colour from pink to green.

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"Really?!" Delirium bounced excitedly. Reality shifted and the butterfly on her head was now a very neon frog amongst a messy head of orange curls.

She was so excited by Uriel's acceptance that it took her a moment to register the rest of what the angel had said. "Oh. she stopped suddenly, looking crestfallen. The frog croaked mournfully.

She bit her bottom lip anxiously, "Maybe I'll stay here for a while then. Um, where is here? Sometimes I spend a lot of time neither here nor there and sometimes it's too hard to hold it all together and it's better to be fishies."

The frog on her head developed a rash purple polka dots. "I went to visit my brother once and he gave me coffee. It was yucky. If I made coffee, I'd make it taste like something good. Like pumpkin or raspberry."