No sleep and No Mortals Make Delirium GO CRAZY.

[endlessdel]

Stuck to every available wallspace and counter area were pages and pages of notes. The topics varied from the succesful establishment of wormholes, to the creation of artificial food flavouring, pages on perfumes, how to make the perfect ice cream and notes on Shakespeare's plays in relation to her brother. Delirium had been busy. She also hadn't

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[how_youdoin]

Taking Yasmine out for walks was becoming a regular thing for Joey, especially now the chick was growing bigger. Others might not notice it but her daddy, oh yeah, he could tell his Princess was packing on a few grams, her feathers tinged with specks of white hidden beneath the baby yellow.

And with walking came hunger so Joey'd gone to the kitchen to find his chick something to eat.

He was wondering if the refrigerator held any worms when he saw Del making friends with a knife. Well. Each to their own. Though Joey might have held Yasmine a little tighter to his chest when he got closer.

"Hey!" He smiled at her, glad to see her up and cooking again, and not just for the good of his stomach.

[endlessdel]

"hi joEY! hi Yasmine!" Delirium said brightly, putting the knife down to greet Joey properly with a small enthusiastic hug being very careful of the chick. Dropping to her knees, Delirium hugged Joey's legs and patted his pants fondly. "hi joEY's pEnis!"

[how_youdoin]

With Del's head down there Joey pressed his lips together in an attempt to hold in a yelp. He failed.

He did, however, manage to place a hand over what he thought were Yasmine's ears to stop her from hearing any inappropriate...things.

"Uh...uhh." Joey risked a glance down then quickly looked back up again. At least it wasn't a bad greeting. As long as he could have a cold shower soon.

[endlessdel]

"dOn't WOrry yASminE, i WoN't giVe JOey gROwn uP TimE in YOUR PreSEnce. yOU'RE oNLY a smALL CHicK." Delirium said, patting Joey's crotch fondly before getting on her feet. "The cAKE's nOT ReadY yet buT i've goT Cookies soMEWHere undERNEATH the pAPers."

[lifeisa_test]

Gil was just looking for a quick snack, honestly. Mad genius made you miss a lot of meals. He'd really intended to just grab some sandwich stuff while Zoing fixed tea and head straight back to his sad little makeshift lab and ignore anyone he might happen to pass by in the process.

He hadn't quite expected the strange redhead he knew he'd never seen before but who didn't seem unfamiliar. And... she was striking up a conversation with a knife. Normally, this kind of thing would worry Zoing, but he was going on ahead of Gil now rather than trailing behind. Admittedly, this was partly because Gil had slowed considerably while trying to place the girl.

[endlessdel]

Delirium watched Zoing curiously for a moment before continuing on with her diagnosis. The raspberries had been exposed to anthrax and it was killing them, except it wasn't really antrhax just on its own but anthrax and leprosy and possibly flesh eating disease just to make it interesting. Something dinged in the room. Time for Bad Thoughts.

"bAD thOUGHt caKE tiME, bad thOUGHt cake tiME. Hi stRANGE CREature, wouLD yOU Like somE BAD thought caKE?" Delirium asked Gil, with a cheery manic smile.

[lifeisa_test]

Ah. She was mad. Gil could deal with that, though it probably wasn't a good idea to act incautiously around her cake.

"Maybe later. We haven't had dinner, so we can't have dessert yet," he told the girl, with an easy cheerfulness. "Why is it bad thought cake?"

[endlessdel]

"bECAuse i'M Trying to REPress bAD thOUGHts Like the faCT THat mY sAMara is goNE. thE LAST time i thOUGHt bad thOUGhts, i tOOK a knifE TO my wriSTS AND THey put me in the CLiniC FOR NeaRLY Two mONTHS. it's VERY borinG in thERe," Delirium said simply, writing down on a piece of paper and incredibly complex analysis of mangos as a biofuel alongside a rather disturbing drawing of a stick figure girl crawling out of a television. "Bad thought."

[misos_marked]

Turlough had a certain way of dealing with the kitchen. This involved ducking in, snagging whatever he wanted, and then quickly leaving to skulk elsewhere. This time was different, and he took two steps over the threshold and froze for a moment.

"What the blazes," he muttered, then stepped forward to snatch up the nearest note. He scanned it with confusion, then grabbed another one, then frowned at the girl who appeared to be the source of this oddness. "Who are you talking to?"

[endlessdel]

"yOU." Delirium said simply, looking up from where she was intently chopping some fruit up with the knife. He was staring at some of the notes she'd been hiding from a certain meglomaniac. He kept trying to get her to tell him things but she rather enjoyed letting him not know besides half the time she couldn't even remember what he asked her. The notes were written backwards in Gallifrey, with doodles of an older TARDIS console in the corners of the paper.

Delirium ran across the room and snatched the notes out of his hands. "yOU CAN be Doctor cuDDY iF yoU LiKE. tHAT meaNS i get to TREAT you Like a sexUAL Object whiLST you moCK YeLL AT me anD Then yOU Give me wHAT i want. whiCH is usuALLY not seX but tESTS or time." Delirium said, with a vague bright smile on her face.

[misos_marked]

He'd just recognized the sketches for what they were when she yanked them away as he tried to come up with words of protest. This was some new madness, of that he was certain, but Turlough was a man who'd witnessed ancient lizard people trying to cause a nuclear holocaust. Some nonsense-speaking woman with a few scraps of paper would not befuddle him for long.

"I have no idea what you're on about," he said and sidestepped her, intent on his mission of finding sustenance. Something she'd said finally registered, and he abruptly stopped and turned back with a frown. "Why in the world would you want to treat me like a sexual object?"

[endlessdel]

"thAT's oKAY, i'M USed to that nOT even the DOcTor can fOLLow me and hE'S A Lot smartER Then the other mORTALS." Delirium said, walking around the kitchen. Placing the notes onto the table, she grabbed her oven glove and rescued the cake out of the oven before setting it on the side to cool. "thAT's the spiRit, mORAL indignATion aLthough YOu coULD aDD A LittLE moRE VOLume and thEN YOu'd be mORE LikE her. And bECAuse yoU HAVE A-"

Delirium tried to think an appropriate House comment. -"niCE Rack."

[onlythedusk]

Now, Moritz enjoyed hanging about the kitchen. People tended to be nice, and usually gave him food. But the lady with the knife looked a bit worrisome.

He held Faust to his chest like a shield, in case she might lunge for him, and proceeded with extreme caution.

"The knife is named Wilson?" he asked, meekly.

[endlessdel]

"nOT REALLy, i'M PLAying House. tHE ovEN is Rob, the fridgE is caRing Lady, the ice Cream maker caN be foREMAN and hmmm i nEED A CUddy so i can Leer at HER in a dEROgative maNNER." Delirium said, chopping some fruit up and placing it into the blender. Delirium left the knife on the table and watched as her drink blended and smooshed together. "wiLSon was a doCTor heRe, he WAS my EFFF-argh-eYe-Eee-EN-dEe. FrienD."

[onlythedusk]

"Playing house?" He thought that sounded like something Wendla or Thea would do. Though he and Ilse had played pirates when they were younger, so who was he to judge?

"Oh, I had not met him. Or -- any of the people you talk about, really. I'm new..." If she even was talking about people, Moritz wasn't quite sure. "Can I ask what you are making? And -- what is that?" He blinked at the blender with mild awe; he still wasn't quite sure what everything in the kitchen did.

[endlessdel]

"nO House, wiTh A CAPiTAL LETTER. He'S a PersOn-You havE AN accENt, iT'S CUTe." Delirium informed him distractedly as she turned the machine off and poured the juice into a glass. She had to eat all the time or they worried and she didn't like the worry faces. "bitter CHOCOLate cakE wiTH RASPberries. i'M CALLing it BAD THouGHT CAKe anD that is thE BLENDER. BEE-eLL-EE-En-dEE-eEE-ARGh."

[sadiablo_witch]

"You'll have to keep an eye on Wilson, sugar," Surreal said, trying very hard not to be amused by Del's actions. "I think he bites. But then, so do I, given the right reasons."

[endlessdel]

"wiLL you bitE me?" Delirium asked curiously, grinning at Surreal. "i hAVen't bEEN bittEN in agES AND AGes. ExcEPT wiLSon's biTes but thEy werE SHARP and bLoody and i'M not aLLowED THem again."

[sadiablo_witch]

Surreal didn't quite know how to answer that. "I might, at that," she said, finally. "What are you up to today?"

[endlessdel]

"coOking and wRiting doWN the stuFF that's in MY brain, bEFOre i foRGET." Delirium said, pointing to the pieces of paper scattered around the kitchen. She knew exactly where bits of information was in the chaos but she never grouped anything together. It really looked like a chaotic mess. "i miSS beinG bittEN, no oNE wiLL bitE me anYMORe."