Oct 13, 2009 23:14
Sometimes Delirium had good days. Sometimes she had bad days. On the bad days she would find ways to amuse herself. She would distance herself from the children. She would take time away and she would be herself. She would be Insanity. Usually on those days she would just taunt Danica or play by herself or make insane ice cream. But not today. Today, Delirium had something else in mind.
Suits. Ess-you-eye-tea-ess. And in particular stuffy, sexy, slinky suits. Suits with lots of S words to describe them. Suits with style. Suits that belonged to one Stephen Colbert.
It wasn't that she didn't like Stephen's suits. She did. However she liked Stephen's suits a lot more when they were not on him and when he was in fact naked like he was supposed to be. But there was another S word that stopped him, the one Lucy invented which meant everyone felt awkward naked- Shame. Humans felt Shame when naked. And she didn't think Stephen had anything to be ashamed about. She wanted him to be happy and more importantly she wanted to have fun.
And if that meant making him take off his clothes then that was what she would do.
Obtaining the items in question wasn't hard. In fact all it took was two trips downstairs to the basement when she checked on the twins sleeping beside Asher's bed and making sure she hid the evidence out of sight when anyone came close. Now that she had the suits, all she had to do was leave the note when she took the twins upstairs.
The note simply read:
wE HaVE yOUR suITS bRing US ONe UniCOrn, tHe HaiR fROM the HEAD OF an iSLAND breAKFAST cHEF, tWO pinEAppLES And A ChOCOLate CAKe. OR THE SUITS GET IT.
dO nOT go TO THe POLIcE oR MAkE ANy conTACT witH THem. WE wiLL coNTACT yoU AgAin sOON.
delirium,
plot: suit up,
stephen