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

a.

[bekommen]

[Nick was quick to start drinking once alcohol was made available, but she's built a good tolerance over the years, so she's still able to get around fairly well while indulging in one of her favorite vices. Adam catches her eye, and she stops to watch what he's doing from a short ways off; when the fireworks ignite into explosions of smoke and color and sound, she tucks the partially empty bottle of ... whatever she's carrying into the crook of her arm and loudly applauds.]

Set like a pro.

march 24ish.

[bekommen]

[Nick's been drinking for a while now - she's not quite drunk, just pleasantly buzzed, the sort of fuzzy-numb that takes the edge off being stuck in this incredibly shitty place. The sort of relaxed that makes her a little more easy-going, a little friendlier, a little more inclined to talk to people - or, in some cases, shout at them from across the room.]

Hey! Eric Draven! You too good to drink with the rest of us?

march 29.

[bekommen]

[Someone else is doing shots at the bar, and they're definitely not the energy drink sort. Nick slides up next to him at the bar, grinning.]

'Sanybody carding in this place?

[hungryasacaveman]

When more strong monsters appear... I fight. Protect people.

[He's seen the houses in passing, but since he's lacked any real reason to come and check them out he hasn't gotten to see them up close and personal.]

Houses... look like snails! Not like Amber Beach.

[circumitus]

Being made of ice, it seems to make sense that the alien would prefer someplace nice and cool. She can even relate to wanting to be left alone. Considering his appearance, she wouldn't put it past some people here to mistake him for being a monster. If not for his sentience, she'd have made the same error.

Rey ponders this for a moment. "The park, perhaps? Think it's pretty secluded and quiet there." She herself tends to go there when she needs a little peace. Something that was rather difficult to find during Delight's constant partying.

[fictionalised]

If I haven't died by now, I don't believe I even can die.

[ Self-preservation is not one of his greater skills. Still, he pauses for a moment, interest piqued. ]

There are healers here? It's always good to have a healer in your back pocket. Or front pocket. Or any pocket, really.

[foundafamily]

[He nods. No better reason than that, right?]

See, now that makes sense. No need to play the hero, pal.

[glacius]

The park. Yes. Glacius remembers that place--he'd tried retreating there himself during the partying. Thinking on it briefly, the alien gives a tired bob of his head. "It should suffice. All I need is... somewhere nice and cool and out of the way where I can recover somewhat. Thank you."

In other words, just go ahead and dump him in some shady patch of underbrush or something, Rey. At this point he honestly would not complain.

[mismanagement]

Oh, I wouldn't be sure of that just yet.

[Yeah he's fine. Probably. Maketh nods over her mug.]

At least one with -- power. A few others with medical training. Useful indeed.

[bekommen]

You gonna drink with me?

[She lets him take the bottle, though, peering sideways at him from between her fingers, forcing half a smile.]

I'm fine. Peachy. Why wouldn't I be.

[Because you're slurring your words and look like you've been punched in the gut, Nick.]

[zen_en_vert]

This is the clinic, yes.

[Says Bruce, immediately standing up to come to her, to try to nudge her gently backwards just by the practice of advancing on her determinedly.]

[bekommen]

[She doesn't budge - instead, she gives him a glassy-eyed looking over.]

You a doctor?

[circumitus]

"No worries." If it were the other way around, she would certainly hope that the other person wouldn't have the stupid sense to point and mock her. That just isn't her style. "We'll be there soon."

There's no indication that she expects anything in return, or that Glacius now owes her or anything. Hell, she could even bother him about why he's being so damned shady about all of this, but probing him about such things doesn't even freaking occur to her.

[casperdisaster]

A drop shot is when you drop a shot of something into a glass of something else - the shot is alcoholic, the something else doesn't have to be. Like - I like Cherry Bombs! That's a shot of cherry vodka into a glass of an energy drink. Much better tasting than Jaeger Bombs, like, those taste super gross.

[glacius]

Normally the fact that Rey hasn't mentioned any compensation for her good deeds would have been more surprising to Glacius. As it is, his fatigue is dulling everything, and besides... he's gradually getting used to how much more helpful the inhabitants of Hadriel are than the humans back on earth. He remembers making a request for information on the network and not having a single person ask him for anything in return. It was... almost strange.

So either Rey is one of those people, or she's the type of person who's going to hold this over his head later on. The thought briefly makes him tense up, but a moment later he discards the thought. He's already accepted her offer, and he's far too exhausted to try and shove off on his own... and besides, she really doesn't seem like the sort.

Hopefully, for once, his trust has been well-placed.

"Al...alright," the alien breathes, putting all of his focus into moving his legs so he doesn't trip or stumble. He goes quiet for a moment later, then gradually tacks on, "Thank you... I'll remember this."

[thechoiceisyours]

[Chris offers a grin in return.]

I'm pretty sure like, half the people here are underage. So no, I don't think so.

[He knows for sure that Emily got her hands on at least one bottle of tequila.]

[pighead]

[He does know better. He just genuinely doesn't know what they could do to him that would be worse than what's already happened. He knows what happened to Hannah and Beth now - that's part of the reason he's drinking so much - and he's been a wendigo himself. How exactly do you top that? It's gonna be hard even for a god.

He holds up his bottle, waggles it at her a little.]

Can't stop won't stop. Party hard or don't party at all, Em. Want some?

[bekommen]

Good. 'Cause fuck that noise, if you can get brought to Monster City and eaten to death by wendigos and shit, I'd say that means you're old enough to drink. Here, do a shot with me.

[Said as she holds out her bottle of what looks like whiskey to pour him some.]

[casperdisaster]

[Noah also makes no attempt to move, just resting his head on the cool edge of the toilet while Gansey sort of absentmindedly rubs his back. It's nice. Being taken care of when you're sick is really nice.]

Mmm. Hella fun. Haven't had a party like that since before I died.

[thechoiceisyours]

Food would probably be a good idea too.

[He'll just add that suggestion in there. Water first, coffee second, food third; the great recipe to avoid a hangover. Hopefully.

He's not sure anyone can save someone who's drunk that much tequila.]

[thechoiceisyours]

"Yeah. I think a lot of people would." He knows he would. "But um... I hope you just, you know. Don't ever end up needing to get resurrected or whatever. I don't think many people here have, at least not before the wendigo thing."

There had been a lot of deaths in that event.

[casperdisaster]

[Noah would have prefered the magical shot in truth, but he'll take the water. He downs it gratefully, separates from his place waiting for the next wave of illness to go wash his face off before returning to his post.]

... yes. Absolutely.

[He sounds perfectly sincere.]

[thechoiceisyours]

Damn right.

[If there had been some sort of drinking age implemented here he's pretty sure there would've been riots.

He doesn't really drink, but that's more about not getting drunk than never going near alcohol. So he nods, sliding one of the empty energy shot glasses her direction so she can fill it up.]

One shot, sure.

[casperdisaster]

[Noah pouts a bit, unable to help it.]

It's the only tape I could find!

[glacius]

"...Thank you, human," Glacius responds, sounding surprised by the sentiment--but genuinely appreciative. Also, he's not trying to be rude by not using Chris' actual name; it's just that he's not used to being on a first-named basis with members of other species, so it might take a reminder or two. "Of course I do not wish suffering on anyone, either."

Even if everyone else is currently being a bunch of noisey assholes and subjecting him to suffering with all this partying! Also, he has no idea what a wendigo is, but the way the man in front of him is speaking of it now, well... he's getting the distinct impression that it is a painful topic, and thus better not to pry. Maybe he should change the subject?

"I have not yet been to the... 'library' here. Do you like it there? Is it filled with more books, like the one you have procured?"