Open RP: The Unpopping of Delirium
There was a very faint pop, and quite suddenly there was a woman where no woman had been before. She was small, and very slender, dressed in an odd assortment of clothes, no two items of which matched. Her hair was a wild, multi-colored mass, her eyes as mismatched as her clothes--one blue, one green.
Delirium held out her arms, looking with dismay at the butter. “Oh,” she said, dismayed. A slight wave of her hand and the butter and bits of salt had gone, though at first glance it was hard to tell the difference.
She turned, staring with interest at the room, while several butterflies escaped from her hair. Dim recognition stirred in her fractured mind, and she tiptoed barefoot out into the corridor, peering this way and that.
“What is this place?” she wondered aloud. “My butterflies want cake.”
Delirium held out her arms, looking with dismay at the butter. “Oh,” she said, dismayed. A slight wave of her hand and the butter and bits of salt had gone, though at first glance it was hard to tell the difference.
She turned, staring with interest at the room, while several butterflies escaped from her hair. Dim recognition stirred in her fractured mind, and she tiptoed barefoot out into the corridor, peering this way and that.
“What is this place?” she wondered aloud. “My butterflies want cake.”