Event log: How Delightful

[hadrielmods]

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.
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Comments

[quaerit]

[ Gansey's personal experience with cocktails is remarkably limited. Still, that looks like none he's ever seen. He lifts his eyebrows. ]

Okay. I suppose it couldn't hurt.

[ These drinks are made by actual gods; of course they could hurt. He hands over the beer, and nods at her glass. ]

What's it supposed to be?

[quaerit]

[ Gansey considers this question. He has been alone for a while. He remembers fireworks with Ronan, but isn't sure if that was a few hours back, or more than a day ago. The thought makes him frown. ]

For a while. It's all right, it's been a good party. Anyway, you've been alone.

[ And drinking, apparently. Gansey's eyes shift to Adam's glass, and then move to take him in with more precision. Adam's drunk. Gansey has never seen Adam even a tiny bit tipsy, which means it's impossible to tell exactly how tipsy he is now. Either way, though, it's unlikely he'd have a high tolerance.

Gansey feels like he's operating on several hundred shots of coffee at present, so he's not slow to start worrying about this.

He goes to lean against the wall beside his friend. ]

All the drinks are good. I think that might be the point. And I think you just drunk a cocktail, actually. How many have you had?

[ He feels himself smiling, crookedly. ] You know, they're stronger than they look.

[quaerit]

[ Sure, a 'long fuse'. The longest fuse in the world won't calculate exactly how much explosive material is in those things, Gansey thinks. He takes an energizing, sludge-textured sip, and his eyes seem a little brighter. ]

I don't know how you're calculating ten seconds when you haven't even tested one yet.

[ Another sip. ]

You could at least let off a smaller one first. These are godly fireworks, after all, you don't know how strong they'll be.

[ He is very far from the Gansey who had willingly thrown Molotov cocktails at Kavinsky's dream cars. He'd been angry that day. Today, he's mostly just wakeful. ]

[pighead]

[He's sort of surprised she actually went along with it, but hey. Josh isn't going to complain about Emily finally loosening up a little. That's like finding a giant squid or something. He grins.]

I think we've got a pretty good warning up there. You wanna do somewhere else? We could hit the temples.

[Josh drops the spray paint he was holding and lifts a bottle of cheap whiskey from where it was lying on the ground, unscrewing the cap. He takes a gulp, nose wrinkling at the taste, but it doesn't stop him.]

Pretty good party, I've gotta say.

[pighead]

Hey, and generous too!

[He gladly takes the drink. Life is much better with a drink in his hand.]

No one's died so far, far as I can tell. This Delight chick is all right by me.

[Josh shrugs.]

I guess they can't all be bad.

[sparkler]

[He nods. That does sound right, and look, there's trees! That's promising.]

You might be right about that, good ser. Excellent. That's where I was planning to head.

[...he thinks. Dorian doesn't quite remember right now, at least not with the crystal clarity of the sober. But that's fine, he doesn't want to be numbered among that group right now. He takes another drink from the bottle he's carrying.]

Did I wake you? I apologize.

why you eat my alerts, email

[mismanagement]

Not those, no.

[Apparently he did. Maketh had a feeling it would end badly. Not that it stopped her from drinking until she passed out. Repeatedly. But while Makeht might not have many limits when it comes to drinking, she's wary of the gods still. She'll drink their alcohol but not their -- concoctions.]

You'll live.

[pighead]

You don't drink too much, right?

[He thinks about it. What's a girly drink that Ash would be able to handle? Josh tends to deal more in cheap beer and hard liquor, but he's at least got a vague idea of what girls order at bars.]

Mojito, maybe? That's kinda minty and fresh. If they've got mint here.

[ampliat]

Let's hope any of them that can are around. And sober.

[ She looks sideways at him at that thought. ] Are you sober? [ A little too late either way, probably won't change much, but it might make dragging him around easier.

Because she's not leaving him here. She's done her best not to ruin the others' fun. They're not like her. They weren't just in a normal world. They've been in this hell and they continue to remain in it for so much longer than her. As much as the party grates on her nerves, she gets that they need this. So she's kept her distance and tried to let them at it.

Clearly she was too far away from them. One little bird wandering a little too far out of the nest.

Her head shoots up, looking for the best way out of here and leading him off in a more quiet direction. Quiet being relative nowadays. ]

[synthedick]

A smile tugs at the corner of Nick's mouth. Of all the places to get such encouragement, he can't say he expected it here, and from someone who looks more like a super mutant than a human being. Surprises come in all packages, though, and good people come in all kinds. He should know better than anyone that looks can be deceiving.

"You're not wrong, that's for certain. It's just figuring out where that point of divergence is, since... well, everything I am is based on another person. The way I think, the way I feel. Most synths back home aren't trusted, and with good reason. Shot on sight just for what they could do. I pass well enough as human because of my personality, but even that, I owe to the cop I'm just a copy of. Every decision I make... it all comes back to how he'd have done it."

He sighs. "But here I am, chewing your ear off when we're both out here for peace and quiet." Not that he could see any visible ears on the stranger to begin with. "At least I can blame that kind of behavior on the original Nick Valentine, too."

[ampliat]

I meant not so great at the fighting part of hunting. [ Fair warning in case he considers her too much of a liability. ]

But I can help direct you? [ Around her shoulder is a bag. Sometimes it's heavier, sometimes emptier. In the other world it was always full, she had little to worry about there. Here she keeps it less full, in fear of losing any of her things. ] Easier to find something if you want to fight.

I've never been before, though. I'm still new.

[ampliat]

[ Blue gives his comment about the pressing business a thought, then shrugs in acceptance. It's not like a bunch of trapped individuals has too much to get to. Especially these days. Now you just have to rush off to Delight's other party venues. Which keep extending further and further.

So yeah. Probably not too busy at least.

She gives him a sort of half smile and shakes her head a little. ]

Too sober.

[ Then, before he can suggest it- ] And too stubborn to get drunk. Although the lights and noise are probably trying to drive me to it.

[ampliat]

[ Thinking along the same lines as Adam, Blue's not really interested in getting drunk at the party. She's been drunk before, but it was a very controlled environment too. It was in her own home with alcohol she'd bought for a party they'd hosted. Everything about it had belonged to her. And she'd not been that drunk either.

Everything here is too out of step for her to feel comfortable enough to drink. She doesn't know enough about this place and how it works to trust it.

So she stays sober. Which brings it's own kind of hell the longer the party goes on.

She's wandering. Trying to find some peace and quiet and lights that don't make everything glow with colors fit only for a rave. Her search seems fruitless, but eventually she stumbles on someone setting off a firework. A single firework.

She watches the person more than she watches the explosion as she approaches. ]

I would expect this from Ronan. Maybe Noah.... [ She's teasing, really. ]

What are you doing? [ Because his gaze is far too intense. ]

april 3

[ampliat]

[ Blue is not going into that bathroom. She's close to it, but she will not go inside. It sounds like a warzone.

But she does pass a glass of water into the room. It may not bea magical shot, but it's a lot healthier. So much more healthy.

She rests her head against the wall, sitting on the floor outside the bathroom door and trying not to think about the fact that she can still smell it out here. It almost makes her gag as she passes the water. ]

Worth it?

[unknowable]

[He can't quite suppress a small smile at that.]

No, but as long as you're careful you won't get hurt.

[Adam was going to light it for her - not really thinking about it - but now he holds the lighter out so she can do it herself.]

Put it on the ground and light the fuse, then get out of the way fast so nothing hits you. Usually you'll have a few seconds.

[glacius]

"I'm not one for extended conversation myself, at least not usually," Glacius admits, lifting one shoulder and tilting his head to that same side in the ice alien equivalent of a shrug, "But... far be it from me to prevent you from getting this sort of thing off your chest. Makers know it's been a relief for me too, finding someone who feels somewhat the same about all of this, who understands the prejudices that I have had to face. And I can at least promise you that I will not judge you on the person you used to be, but the person you are now."

[greywaren]

Not bleeding.

[It's on a ragged inhale through his teeth. Ronan lets Adam look- no broken skin, but it's sure swelling to all hell and back. He also doesn't want to keep still- it hurts to much, enough to make him want to thrash and scream at something- but he does. Partially because Adam asked him to. Partially because he's not stupid.]

Careful. Fuck. You got anything to drink on you?

[Something that might help numb this, at any rate. Ronan doubts that there's any other form of painkiller in Hadriel.]

it's a jerk that way

[thechoiceisyours]

Yeah. Thanks.

[It's flatly sassy, because he doesn't doubt he'll survive--he's pretty confident Delight wouldn't get anything out of poisoned energy drinks--but he kind of wishes he were dead. Or at least unconscious. This is seriously ruining energy drink for him.]

Shoulda' just drank. This's way worse than a hangover.

[Not that hangovers are the reason he doesn't drink, but still.]

[thechoiceisyours]

Dude I have... So many questions. For later.

[He'd ask them now but his head hurts too much to really discuss anything, and he feels like this might be a sensitive subject that he'd have to take care to navigate. And that's all far beyond him at the moment.]

Yeah. The monsters here uh... They suck.

[thechoiceisyours]

[Chris definitely wouldn't have thought it either; he'd never disliked Emily, but they hadn't exactly had a lot in common to talk about before. Of course the situation here has changed things, and for once the way they've been changed isn't bad.]

Urgh, that involves standing up.

[But the complaint isn't serious, and he moves to get to his feet before offering a hand to help Emily up, if she wants to take it. He doesn't want her tumbling into the lake the moment she's standing, after all.]

I think coffee's a good plan when we get back.

[thechoiceisyours]

"Okay, uh, I think I can provide like... A few more details, yeah."

He's not an expert on any of this by any means, but he's talked to so many people--including the gods--that he's gathered a lot of information.

"So yeah, we get here through some sort of Door, but Fear says he isn't in control of it. So he can't like, pick who comes or who goes, and he thought that if people left the Door would kill them but it seems not to." Since a few people have left and come back.

"Hope and Fear were here first, before anyone got here, and then Hope brought Rage back next. And then he just resurrected Delight, and oh, I guess that's important... Um, has anyone told you that no one stays dead here?"

[greywaren]

[Ronan just stares up at him, incredulous.]

Are you fucking serious with this?

[greywaren]

Oh.

[That makes the tone of things a little darker. Ronan considers taking the glass from him, but then Adam voices his approval and he second-guesses that decision, instead sliding forward a little more and trying to judge just how much was in the glass that Adam has been working on.

It doesn't seem too bad. Ronan is relatively certain that he could slam one of those back pretty easily, but then again, Adam is not Ronan and Adam definitely does not have his tolerance. So Ronan frowns instead, trying to get a good judge on how far in Adam is, and shrugs at the question.]

Sometimes, [he chimes, not really sure if he can explain the many miraculous effects of alcohol.

But he tries. For Adam.]

I dunno, it makes things- softer, I guess. I think it feels the same for everyone, but people take that and go different ways with it. Some people are dicks, some people start blubbering, some people don't do anything at all. You like it?

[hungryasacaveman]

Energem choose me. That mean... it think I am hero.

[But there's a sense of modesty there.]

I just-- want to help.

[hungryasacaveman]

Monsters-- never fun. But I never-- see ones that, uh... [He brings one hand to his mouth and makes a vomiting gesture.] ...do that.

[But he laughs quietly, remembering one particular monster he's faced.]

But, have seen one that... gives people very sore teeth.