C&C Holiday Gift Exchange -- CONCLUSION

[goddamnrobin.livejournal.com]

Hello everyone!

THIS IS THE CONCLUSION OF THE HOLIDAY GIFT EXCHANGE.

It's Christmas and this means all the Holiday Gift Exchange participants will have to give their gifts away soon. Soon being relative because the exchange date is still the 6th, no worry! I just wanted this up for Christmas because of the atmosphere and all :)

How this is going to work:

1) Every participant has to answer that entry with their personal journal.
2) Before or on January 6th, find your giftee's comment and answer with your own personal journal, giving them their gift. You can do that in advance if you wish to.

After the 6th, I will look at who didn't get a gift and start harassing their gifters. You are being warned. And I will be mean this time around.

Happy Holidays to everyone!

Comments

Cece

[blackestocean.livejournal.com]

Cece- Prompt: Trapped

[liebe_krieg]

[I'm sorry this sucks I couldn't think of a good ending]

Being one of the Endless, Delirium isn’t exactly what one would call a powerless creature. Older than existence, above gods and demons, the incarnation of a concept fundamental to the continuing functioning (or dysfunction, as the case may be) of all universes everywhere, she knows more and is capable of more than can truly be comprehended by most consciousnesses- indeed, to attempt to understand it all would be an excellent way of making oneself hers forever.

It would be reasonable for a being endowed with such potency to spend a lot of time thinking about it; Delirium, being all that is unreasonable, usually frolics through her existence without giving her nigh-omnipotence a first, second, or third thought. This is for the best. It is for the best because one day, while skipping down a City sidewalk in pursuit of a bird that is also a rat except when it’s a rabbit, Delirium abruptly realizes that she can’t fly away like a bird or scurry away like a rat or hop like a bunny anymore, not here, that she’s trapped in this world by the Porter just like everybody else, the City is a cage and all of a sudden she can feel it pressing down and around her like cold iron bars and she can’t get out-
The bird/rat/bunny is forgotten, and she screams.

***

She’s trapped and she hates it. Delirium isn’t the kind of thing that can be confined; by definition it resists all methods of control and categorization, of sanity and stability. But she has been confined and that’s the fact; plucked from her realm (which she still can’t enter without that Thing trying to rip her apart something that still grates on her) and deposited in the City like the rest of the Porter’s collection.
Which leads her to another, also disturbing revelation. Everyone else is trapped too.

***

Her first instinct is to talk to her sister/brother. Delirium knows that Desire must be just as frustrated- no, more frustrated- as she is with being confined to anything, let alone a particular dimension. Desire speaks to her only shortly, italic-laced words full of condescension and dismissal; it is always busy these days, with Edward Nygma, with Tony Stark, with all its playthings in the City and its plans for them. Still, she feels a little better after talking to it. They are, after all, family.

***

The next step for one of the Endless is to do the same thing every ImPort, from ordinary human to mutant to Cybertronian, seem to do when faced with some question or problem. She makes a post to the Network, seeking insight.

Or at least, she tries to. Shaken by the terrible feeling of entrapment, of cages and cells and locks all around her, Delirium is less together than usual, and what comes out is words upon words tumbling and twisting all over each other, frightening and incoherent. Some of the people on the communicator are concerned for her, some make fun of her, some try to understand and help. It’s all useless and the noise (even from those using text) is too much and she’s still trapped, so she throws away her communicator and goes away, to an alleyway where there’s smashed glass that sparkles like fish scales and sings with its points. She curls up next to the glass and thinks about her realm and tries not to feel the chains all over her.
***
She gets better, eventually. Whether they’re machines, gods, humans, elves or Endless, every ImPort gets better eventually. They all adjust to their abductions and begin forging new lives, new careers, new connections in the City. Delirium has already been doing these things for months, but because she is Delirium, the full implications of why she was doing them had slipped by, around, and through her all at once. But also because she is Delirium, it does not last. She has endured far worse things, been than being trapped, after all.

The Endless adjusts just as a mortal would, and is soon chasing her fish once again. But ever so often she feels something like rope around her skin, and shivers.

Re: Cece- Prompt: Trapped

[sway-over-time.livejournal.com]

It does not suck! I like your characterization of Delirium here and I feel for her so much. Totally more than I expected. Thank you!!!