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And they fell asleep...

Apr 23, 2009 18:08

Who: Delirium and all who attend.
What: A wake. A party. A memorial. A bardic circle? To remember Dream and mourn his passing. Sel Del can move on and get used to Daniel in her head. And! kinda like a story prompt. You know it's fun ♥~
When: April 28, 2009 (Forward dated so people have time?)
Where: The Lux
Rating: PG-13, for now. Unless a story ( Read more... )

arwen undómiel, delirium, duster, joshua kiryu, barney stinson, yuan, a.j. crowley

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Entrance fishy_go_byebye April 23 2009, 16:15:14 UTC

The doors were thrown open, and music drifts out into the hall. It is very welcoming and open; everyone should have memories of Dream, he was part of them all.

Please do come in, no need for an invitation; this sort of thing is free for all.

Food fishy_go_byebye April 23 2009, 16:16:54 UTC

There is a table laden with the dishes Delirium had thought of. Anything and everything that seemed like it might be needed, some things from different worlds. Dreams go everywhere, why limit what they could try?

Feel free to eat and drink and be merry, a wake is where we celebrate their lives and give a happy send off to those now far away.

Regards to Yesterday fishy_go_byebye April 23 2009, 16:25:48 UTC

Del waited for a few people to get there - not many, three or four at most. Settling back into her chair, she took a sip of her drink and felt it burn a path down her throat.

“Once upon a time, there was a man.” Delirium stops, thinking, and then shrugs.

“Tons of stories start like that… so simply. He wasn’t a big man, or a complicated man. He didn’t have powers, abilities, defining skills… He was just an ordinary man. An ordinary man stuck in an ordinary life, going about his business because there was nothing else. But he enjoyed his life. He reveled in it, and there came a time when he decided it should never end. He told those around him, everyone that would listen, that he would never die. He had found the secret, all you had to do was not die ( ... )

Rolling with the punches onlyanapple April 24 2009, 17:31:39 UTC

Crowley had been watching the small gathering for a while now, before finally deciding to take his turn. He reclined in his seat, swirling the wine in his glass thoughtfully ( ... )

bro_codebreaker April 25 2009, 04:50:34 UTC

Barney comes, as he promised he would, but not in black. He has a feeling it wouldn't be right, somehow, not for someone who's Endless, someone who brought dreams to people. Dreams are anything but black, after all, and he's not dead. He comes in a white suit, instead, more of a blank canvas, and leans against a table, watching everyone mill around, trying to think of one particular dream that stands out against the thousands he's had in his lifetime. Finally, when there's a lull, he shakes his head, walks up, and dives in ( ... )