On a downswing...

[nohalf_measures]

This isn't working! It's been weeks already and there is simply no possible way she can go on like this. How is she supposed to manage things without Peter? Who is she supposed to look to for directions? WHO'S SUPPOSED TO BE IN CHARGE OF HER, DAMN IT?! She doesn't know how to be a grown-up and now what? She's just supposed to figure it all out

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[weusedtoshine]

Between his experience of Cate and living with a teenager, Baze is pretty used to fits of temper. He barely flinches when the plate hits the wall, but he does walk over, hands in his pockets. He tilts his head, hunching his shoulders slightly as he studies her. He's always kind of really aware of his height at times like this.

"Hey...Can I do something for you?"

[nohalf_measures]

"NO!"

She's practically vibrating with anger and frustration, screaming at him before she's even registered who he is. Turning to look at him, she isn't sure whether his calmness is soothing or annoying. Probably a combination of the two.

"Yes! I...I don't know." Beatrice deflates slightly, her eyes starting to well up with tears. She hasn't felt quite this emotionally confused since before her last stint in rehab and she hates it now just as much as she did then. "I only wanted some marmalade."

[weusedtoshine]

"Hey," says Baze, giving her a crooked smile when he sees the tears. He doesn't reach out to touch her, not knowing her, but he contrives to be supportive. "Hey. I will get you marmalade, okay? You want it on something? How about toast...I make awesome toast."

[nohalf_measures]

She bats her eyelashes at him, looking both helpless and grateful for the attention. It's that same mix of submission and flirtation that she's relied upon for most of her life. It's so much a part of her that she doesn't make any conscious decision to do it, it's simply the way she is.

"I'd love some toast." Her smile is a bit watery but genuine all the same. She's feeling far too delicate this morning to manage much of anything on her own, as evidenced by the shards of glass on the floor and the stench of burnt bread hanging in the air. "I'm Beatrice, by the way. And thank you. I can't seem to get anything right today."

[endlessdel]

Del watched, head tilted and eyes narrowed as the woman went around. It was almost like she could taste it in the air, on her lips. Warm and salty and sweet and Del's. Some people just screamed it, with some people she just knew and Delirium was always there for her mortals. Always.

"Oh, I have had not a plate thrown at me in such a long time." Delirium said, though the plate was aimed at the wall not her. "Funfunfun. Okies, toast then. Jam or this orange thing which I think is called Cat. Or was the Dog Marmalade?"

Delirium began to make toast for the woman, smiling madly as she went.

[nohalf_measures]

Whatever tantrum Beatrice was working herself up to throw stops in an instant, like someone has hit the pause button. She's not sure which way to turn now that the woman who's talking at her seems to be even more of a nutter than Beatrice herself. Way to steal someone's thunder.

She opens her mouth to speak but closes it again on a confused sigh. Choosing instead to simply watch the woman with a look of extreme suspicion on her face. Bea can't decide if she really is crazy, if it's all just an act, or if she's simply tripping hard on whatever passes for drugs around this place.

"I didn't mean to throw it at you," she says finally. Sounding disappointed and a bit deflated at having to admit it.

[endlessdel]

"That's okay someone threw a chair at me once, he made my heart all fluttery and sad. Like I was scared but I wasn't," Delirium replied with a smile. Delirium is good at distracting her mortals, slipping in place and tugging the rug from right under their feet so they feel disorientated, unfocused. She likes that, she likes looking after them too. It's familiar, it's home. "Here. You should- breakfast is that important thing at the start. But not at the beginning, two different things. I'm Del. hiiii."

[nohalf_measures]

Looking down at the food and then back up to the woman, Beatrice is more than a little apprehensive about eating anything prepared by someone so obviously bonkers. But she is hungry and this Del person even managed to get to the toppings right.

"Beatrice," she replies, her voice still filled with obvious mistrust. "Thank you for the breakfast. Are you...are you ok?"

She really wants to ask her what the hell she's on but she figures that's a bit rude considering the offering of toast.