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ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ʜᴀᴅʀɪᴇʟ ([personal profile] hadrielmods) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs2016-03-23 10:19 am

Event log: How Delightful

Who: Anyone and everyone!
What: Delight's resurrection.
Where: Throughout the city, starting in the bar.
When: March 23rd-April 3rd
Warnings: Partying too hard, poor life choices, underage drinking, the worst hangovers of all time.

On the morning of March 23rd, bright and early, Delight is resurrected. Her temple is restored, and her bar appears in the city. What does that mean? Well, obviously it's time to celebrate. We hope everyone brought their party shoes! From March 23rd to March 27th, the party will be mostly contained in and around Delight's bar, with an invitation from the goddess herself. But it won't be long before she decides that's just not good enough - gotta bring the party to the people! From March 28th to April 3rd, the natural light is dimmed and replaced with flashing colored lights, fireworks, and even a few disco balls. Loud music blares through the city, making it hard to sleep, and a wide variety of trouble is available to be gotten into.

Wanna drink away the pain of being trapped in a hellcave? There's unlimited amounts of alcohol of all kinds, and Delight will be happy to supply anything that might be missing. More interested in karaoke-ing your heart out? Hit up one of the jukeboxes. Enjoy gleeful displays of your own mortality? Here's a skateboard and a ramp, have fun. There's just about anything you could desire, as long as what you desire is to party hard and make bad decisions. And hey, if you find yourself getting tired, grab one (or five) of Delight's special energy shots. They'll eliminate your need for sleep, food, water, cure an oncoming hangover and immediately relax any sore muscles you've got for 24 hours per shot! There's no down side! (Except for all the effects coming back to hit you at once when the shot wears off, but whatever.)

After about a week and a half of tequila shots, keg stands, roman candle battles, tagging the city with free spraypaint, inappropriate party games, and balloon hats made to look like rocket ships (wait... that's not a rocket ship), Delight realizes everyone's partied out and starts to wind things down. On April 3rd, she'll clean up the city, removing everything except for a few remaining fireworks and disco balls, stored in her temple. Her bar will still be around, if you can stand to even look at liquor after all the poor choices you made. Otherwise, lay in bed and try to recover from your hangover while the city goes back to normal.

► This log covers March 23rd-April 3rd.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► Did you party too hard? Please report any character deaths right here!
circumitus: This is drunk and confused... (this is worse than naked and afraid)

March 28

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-03-27 06:34 am (UTC)(link)
Rey has lost track of how much she's drank.

Back home she could run through bottles before feeling a buzz coming on. The potency of some of the liquor here, however, have a sort of effect on her that substance abuse doesn't quite have on her where she's from.

No, she's downing her umpteenth shot and suddenly Cibo is just a mess of white and black blurs next to her and God only knows how long she's been here now.

The other woman is also singing. Loudly.

In fact, everything around her is just loud.

"Please stop," she says, her voice muffled through her hand over her mouth.
watashinonamaewa: (061)

[personal profile] watashinonamaewa 2016-03-27 06:42 am (UTC)(link)
"WHAT?"

Maybe the music is too loud, or maybe she just can't hear shit. But this nice woman is trying to talk to her so of course she'll try to listen!

She moves a little closer, whisper-talking, "Did you want some juice? I'll get you some juice!"

Suddenly she's halfway over the bar, reaching beneath it with the ease of long-lanky arms. Except she pulls some sort of whiskey instead of anything colorful and fruity. A little disappointed, she decides to settle with it.

"Is this okay?" She's asking with a kind smile.
circumitus: If you can't drink cheep beer and whiskey with me, I don't want you. (fuck it)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-03-27 06:49 am (UTC)(link)
Wow.

How that managed to segue into... whatever this is, Rey has no idea. She just blinks at Cibo for a moment, then at the bottle she had just retrieved from the bar, and then back to Cibo.

"That isn't juice," she points out flatly. "In fact, that is the very opposite of juice."

You know what? Fuck it.

She'll be taking that whiskey bottle from Cibo's hands, anyway. Already she begins pouring herself yet another -- just one of many -- shot.
watashinonamaewa: (039)

[personal profile] watashinonamaewa 2016-03-28 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
Yes. Good. Accept the juice.

In her drunk, conniving mind, her plan worked. She reaches down the table to snag someone's unoccupied glass. It has a shot of something already in it— Which she takes. Her face scrunches. She heaves out a dry breath. Then places it next to the glass Rey pours into with a smile.

"It's fiiiine. You're behind anyway! And I'm Cibo."
circumitus: I ONLY KNOW HOLA. (EVERYONE IS SPEAKING SPANISH)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-03-29 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
You're hitting the sauce a little too hard, Cibo. You need an intervention.

Sadly, that intervention is not going to be taking the form of a Rey, as she fills up the glass Cibo just placed in front of her.

"Rey," she retorts, glancing to the other woman out the corner of her eye. "How long have you been at this?"
watashinonamaewa: (060)

[personal profile] watashinonamaewa 2016-03-29 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
She has to think about this.

And I mean really think about this.


After she downs that shot.

"Hm... What day is it...?"
circumitus: tall, lanky, uses teeth when giving head, and runs like a giraffe. don't do it, man... (no i know her type)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-03-29 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
Even Rey has to think this one through.

"Monday." Pause. "Supposedly."

Another pause.

"Actually, have no idea what day it is down here." Hell, she doesn't even know the year here.
watashinonamaewa: (038)

[personal profile] watashinonamaewa 2016-03-30 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Days don't really matter anyway."

Drunk mood swing, activate.

"Time doesn't really matter, y'know? Stayin' alive is what matters..."

What also matters? Shots. Fill 'er up.
circumitus: I ONLY KNOW HOLA. (EVERYONE IS SPEAKING SPANISH)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-03-30 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
If it's one thing Rey could undoubtedly agree with, it's that the days really don't matter.

That's when Cibo seems to prompt Rey to fill her glass again, and she stares. She seems to be going a little fast, not pacing herself at all. It's a surprise that the other woman isn't spilling her meal or bile right over the counter.

"Don't you think that's pointless if you end up keeling over from alcohol poisoning?"

That can totally happen, you know! Maybe.

Who even knows with these two...
watashinonamaewa: (061)

you knew i'd come back to this eventually

[personal profile] watashinonamaewa 2016-04-20 03:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's a thing?"

Cibo blinks. She hasn't been poisoned before. She's been broken down, made numb, lost control.

"I don't think that's a thing. For me. I think."

Her body does fairly well of processing shit out. Leaving the effects but not the physical damage. At least, that's how it should work. Maybe testing the limits of liquor is the only real way to find out. She stares at the empty glass, contemplating.

"I—"

The ambient beat of the music changes. Her head immediately meerkat perks to the sound.

"I love this song!"