Event Log: A Jar Full of Sunshine

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Who: Everyone!
What: The Jar Full of Sunshine event
Where: Throughout the city
When: May 3rd-May 9th
Warnings: Fireflies as a conduit for drug use. Annoyingly catchy songs.

On May 3rd, you may wake up and notice that something is different about the cave. Are you sure it's the daytime? Maybe you didn't sleep long enough, because it still seems pretty dark outside. Or, of course, the gods are messing with the lights again.

This time, however, it seems like it's actually a good thing. Sometime around the afternoon, some smaller lights begin to appear around the city, trickling in from Delight's temple and flickering on and off. These fireflies are brighter than what you might be used to, but being illuminated by their light will mysteriously allow a small surge of joy to rumble through you.

By May 4th, the shops are stocked with large mason jars, and you can start distributing them and using them to catch these fireflies as you wish. They're most concentrated in and around Delight's temple, but by now, the delight-erflies are pretty fairly spread throughout the city.

Be careful (or don't) of how many you catch! 1-3 fireflies in a jar will be enough to give you a mild emotional boost, at 4-6 you might be able to realize that you're definitely happier than you used to be, at 7-10, you can definitely tell that something is making you more cheerful, warm and happy. Beyond 10 fireflies, the additional effect gets smaller the more fireflies you capture, but it will still continue to build until you may just spend the next few days wrapped around your firefly jar in a pleasantly drugged stupor.

Just, uh... don't forget to eat.

► This log covers May 3rd-May 9th.
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Comments

may 6

[fleshing]

[Krieg's been following trails of the things in a delighted daze, the Psycho equivalent of stoned out of his tiny mind. He catches the occasional bug in his fingers, but it slips out as soon as he sees another and tries to catch that one too.

So when he stumbles on a guy who's got some jars, he doesn't see the harm in borrowing a few. Without asking. Just kind of...violently snatching them away for his own ends.]

[murderpotato]

The fuck?

[And there goes his bag of empty jars, snatched right off of his shoulder by some weirdly ripped shirtless guy. He needs those to get high, you crazy frolicking motherfucker.]

[He drops the jar in his hand; it hits the grass and rolls away, but stays intact. Gren's chill, on the other hand, immediately dissipates, and he starts after the prick that took his stuff.]

Hey, motherfucker, you wanna start shit?

[FIGHT ME ASSHOLE.]

[fleshing]

[And here Krieg had been hoping he could slip on away while his victim jar-borrowee was blitzed out on firefly juice. Ah, rotten luck.]

I JUST NEED A PLACE TO PUT ALL MY BRAINS!

[Hey, hey, c'mon, he's just borrowing them. Very borrowing them, very now.]

[murderpotato]

[What in the actual fuck? Who the fuck is getting dragged through the Door these days? Whatever's doing it must be seriously lowering their standards if this crazy son of a bitch seemed like a good idea.]

I'll put your fuckin' brains all over the ground if you don't give my shit back!

[Get your own jars, preferably from someone who actually has chill. Because Gren? Gren never has chill.]

[fleshing]

DON'T LOSE YOUR HEAD!

[At any other time, Krieg would have made some kind of abstract threat about snapping his head off, but the fireflies have been placating him very nicely, tempering his knee-jerk violent tendencies into something less overtly lethal.]

WE'LL SHARE THE HAPPY BURDEN!

[Look, he'll even offer like...half of the jars back. He just really needs these okay.]

[murderpotato]

[Why is he fucking yelling?]

[Gren has a hard enough time suffering people who are using a normal voice, nevertheless this motherfucker who can't seem to stop shouting everything at the top of his lungs. Every time he opens his mouth, it's like somebody jabbing a knitting needle into his ear made out of bullshit.]

Use your fuckin' inside voice! The fuck are you shoutin' everything for?

[fleshing]

[Krieg can't entirely grasp why the other man is so angry. The fireflies should be making everything better! He feels light as cotton right now, and twice as cheerful as he is usually, which is saying a lot, because usually he has to have gutted a few bandits to reach this state of perpetual euphoria.

Still, he does his best to comply to the man's wishes, and drops his shouting to an incredibly loud stage whisper.]

There's no dial on this radio!

[murderpotato]

Yeah, I can fuckin' tell.

[That's better-- it's only like getting jabbed in the ear with a knitting needle a little bit. Still painful, but less likely to make him want to kill everything and everyone in the vicinity.]

[He snatches back the half of the jars that Krieg was holding out.]

If you fuckin' quit yellin' all the time, you can have that half, all right? Fuckin' jackass.

[fleshing]

[Boy, he likes saying "fuck" a lot. Well, that's all right! Lots of his friends are prone to angry swearing! Krieg's beaming beneath his mask, even if Gren can't tell.]

Didn't mean to!! What's your face-name?

[Oops, his volume's risen a little bit again. But at least he's not hollering at the absolute top of his lungs anymore, right?]