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[fishy_swarm]

Characters: Delirium fishy_swarm and V crazylikefawkes
Content: Meetings
Location: Inside the New Museum
Time of day: Mid afternoonish
Warnings: None

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[crazylikefawkes]

If wishes were fishes... of course.

The music on the intercom (again) was entirely out of season; The Dance of the Sugarplum Fairies. Still, that hadn't stopped it playing---for cool weather, what one had to look forward to would be warm enough, with the weddings as an ideal example, and the lot of them were out of time and mind at any rate.

Moving in and against the music, a shadow passed before the door, paused, and approached; the man who never stopped smiling held it open, stepping back and out of the way, regarding Delirium on the doorstep curiously all the while. "Would you like to come in, miss? You're welcome to."

[fishy_swarm]

Del started a a little when the door opened, and skittered backwards. She hated it when they went and left without her. They did that all the time and things moving leaving like that never ever made any sense anymore. The music was still playing and Del loved the Nutcracker. It had been her favorite for a while. Right before that first one and after the 26th. Or maybe it was the other way round...? She had loved for a long time, she know that. At least a week. Maybe five or seven days...

Pulling a bit of red hair over her shoulder, she smiled at the man behind the mask. "Coming inside is usually nice..." Tugging on it a bit, she put the end in her mouth and chewed a little nervously.

[crazylikefawkes]

"I would hope so, especially in this case; I imagine the art would be lonely and lost, without anyone appreciating it." There came the opportunity for it, now---the art was, in large part, for his own appreciation and for Evey's, but it was very much for anyone else with an interest.

"Admittedly, I won't insist to you, or I won't insist to you too often; it is, after all, as much a choice as anything and it seems to me 'do what thou wilt' seems to be the whole of the law after all, under the circumstances." V chuckled, and the door stayed open still. "I've a mind to ask, miss, why you might be over. Is it the music?"

[fishy_swarm]

Delirium promptly got over her skitteshness and walked back up to the door, smiling at Masked Man and spitting out her chewed on hair. "Art is art and even when trees fall they're still falling." she said, her finers twisting up and around over her head in an odd combination of grace and stutters.

"His music sounds like that one nice thing that I heard once when I was looking for my doggy."