Day 2|Early morning|OPEN

[endless_mania]

Who: Delirium, possibly the Happy Mask Man, and completely open!
What: Searching for Destruction. Kind of. If she can remember.
Where: Around and about Arcadia
Rating: um... G?
Warning: OOC warning that this may be a bit of a slow log depending on my health. Apologies.

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[mask_salesman]

For quite some time there had been a very soft trudging sound, and it was growing steadily, slowly louder. Someone with trouble walking, possibly. Someone injured, wounded, perhaps. Someone weighed down with a pack they could fit their whole body and then some in - the latter turned out to be true.

The rhythmic traipsing, however, was broken by silence, and then a soft giggle of a laugh that was neither cruel nor entirely friendly, the man clad in purple standing a few steps away. There was a smile carved upon his features, a smile that seemed at once very real and very fake.

"You're looking well," he said in greeting, for he recognised her from snatches and snippets of peripheral vision, and had witnessed her though the eyes of some of his masks. He did not expect to be recognised in return, however, for he knew that such a thing was rarely her way.

"I don't suppose you know where this may be?"

And he giggled again, looking around them.

[endless_mania]

She looked up at the approaching man. Breifly, she wondered if he was wearing a mask, because his face and hair were perfectly still, almost eerily so, if Delirium found this eerie. She was almost completely juxaposed with him in appearence - he with a frightening stillness to his person, she nothing if not churning movement. There was a madness in his person that made her wonder if he was one of hers, but unlike Dream or Despair or their oldest sister, Delirium sometimes did forget a face.

She gave him a small smile. "You're looking well too. Like a very well cared-for mask. Only I'm not entirely sure if you're not wearing one." She tugged her coat around her a little more, the fish drooping on the string. Now it was lucky if it even hummed the tune. She wrinkled her nose at it, drawing the string in a little more so that it didn't flop to the ground.

"Central may be a nice computer." She said to the Happy Mask Man in a rather high voice, "But he-she does not know how to make fishies properly. I think this whole planet does not

[deadly_runes]

After the strangeness that had been someone's idea of customs and an annoying lack of any sort of solid information Kimbley had wondered off in disgust. However, while what he'd first wanted hadn't been available, an empty room and something resembling food had been. Not that it was any less strange then anything else had been. At least he had ground under his feet again.

He'd slept through most of the night without waking, but dawn found him awake and restless. Abandoning the dubious comfort of the empty room he'd spent the night in he set out to take the lay of the city. The central square held little interest for him at the moment, so he turned his back on it and strode through the early morning toward the outskirts of the city. Perhaps he'd find something there.

[endless_mania]

While the mask salesman was interesting to Delirium - very much so - all things fluttered in and out of Delirium's mind and interest in many different ways. Her mismatched eyes slid off of the carved features of the strange man and along the street. Everything went out of her head at that moment - it seemed as if she was suffering a small absence seizure or something of that sort.

A blink, and she shook her head. There was nothing to show that she knew she had been talking to the salesman; she was looking away from him, her body language not at all pointed at him. It was not out of any malice or neglect. Delirium simply did not remember that he was there, and until she saw him again, it would be unlikely that she did. Of course she could change at any moment.

Her eyes gravitated to someone else on the street, and she raised her hand in greeting, her mildly irritated mood completely melted away. "Hello. Do you live here?"

[deadly_runes]

Kimbley paused when a voice called out in his direction, glancing sideways down the intersecting street he's been about to cross. Yellow eyes widened a fraction at the outlandish appearance of the girl who'd greeted him, but none the less he changed course so he was headed in her direction. It wasn't like he really had anything more concrete to do then explore. Not yet anyway. "Good morning, Ma'am. No, I'm just visiting for the moment."

[endless_mania]

"Just visiting?"

Delirium pursed her lips. There was something odd about someone visiting this place, but she couldn't remember what. Central had said something... hadn't he? Yes. Something about a camp. Refugees. Or maybe he hadn't - might have been Raidou, the husband. Or the pretty lady.

(Or she, Delirium reminded herself. Central might be a woman.)

"It's a strange place to visit. I'm visiting too. Shall we be friends?"