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

[foundafamily]

Firo shrugs. Hey, it's not like he'd try to drag the guy anywhere even he wanted to--he has a feeling that wouldn't work out well. "Suit yourself."

"I told you, I was just bein' a... what do they call it--a Good Samaritan. You can't just leave a guy alone in a river." He pauses for effect. Certainly not to actually think over the words coming out of his mouth. "Even if he's an asshole tryin' to act like a tough guy."

"What's your problem anyway?"

[greywaren]

I dunno.

[Ronan folds his arms for a moment, thoughtful.]

The other ones get pretty high, but this one is heavier- but it'll have more thrust. I wouldn't be surprised if it hit the ceiling.

[greywaren]

Shit. Okay, yeah.

[He takes a deep breath, exhaling through the pain, trying to focus on Adam's fingers on his head. It's a good thing to think about, it feels soft and gentle and nice, which is a welcome contrast to the pain in his arm.

Ronan pulls away so that they can walk, and starts to make the trek toward the clinic next to Adam, his face paler than usual, clammy with sweat.]

Uh- shit, um.

[He's got to think at the question, which is a good thing, it takes his mind off of this.]

My hand, once. Punched a wall, I think. [Ronan has punched so many walls, it's hard to recall which one actually did it, but that's beside the point.] Ankle. Jumping off hay bales with Declan when I was a kid. Uh... I fractured my collarbone climbing a tree.

[With his good arm, he reaches up and rubs at his eyes.]

Hand again, I think. Different wall- or maybe that was a fight. [He shrugs with one shoulder.] That's why I told you man, be careful how you punch shit. Line it up right or you're fucked.

[sparkler]

[Dorian is quite entertained by the song. He applauds her, laughing with some pleasure.]

Well done indeed. After such an excellent performance, I believe you ought to choose Henry's forfeit. It's only fair.

[That, and Dorian has to set his mind and creativity to thinking up a cunning lie to attempt to fool them with.]

My turn, isn't it?

[casperdisaster]

On the bright side, Noah is actually fairly easy to pry off. He's the very relaxed and loose-limbed of the inebriated and the prying makes it clear that Glacius is Done with the hug.

"Oh yeah. Like, it's ... it's got bad parts, sure. but. I think a lot of places have bad parts. At least this place has alcohol with them."

[casperdisaster]

[Noah launches into a giggle fit over that. Sorry, Clear, he's just buzzed enough that everything is hilarious.]

Mojitos, not mosquitos! There's like... mint and stuff in them.

[fuwatokurage]

Oh! If it is a minty drink, then I will try one. The only mint drink I have had is tea.

One "mo-hee-toe" please!

[Clear raised his hand up way over his head.]

[hotspurred]

[Henry drums out his applause on the tabletop, and cheers Maketh's efforts when she is done. She sings surprisingly well.

He scoffs at Dorian's suggestion.]

Oh, I see. Let your adversaries destroy each other.

[But he twists to better face Maketh, and gives her a goading nod.]

Hit me with your best strike.

[mismanagement]

[Maketh takes a bow when she's done, grinning cheerfully, and eying the tequila again. Singing makes her want to dance, but alas, that's not the game just yet. She sits down on her stool with a huff, propping her chin up on her palm.] A tactical inevitability, Henry. Well. Since you made me sing, it only seems fair that I make you dance.

[She beams at him.] Surely you know how to dance, Sir Knight?

[unfollowing]

[She doesn't bother responding, only watches him for a few seconds to make sure he won't choke on his own spit or whatever, and then she heads upstairs to her room.]

[unknowable]

[Adam listens to the rustling of branches, the soft chirp of birds, the quiet sound of rushing water. He's aware that none of that is here, that it's maybe not even in the same universe, but the forest's connection has never been broken yet, no matter how far he goes. Adam is tied to it inextricably, thanks to his sacrifice, and what was once terrifying is now closer to comforting than anything else.

Cabeswater might not love him the way it loves Ronan, but it needs him. It protects him and speaks to him, and even if sometimes Adam doesn't understand, the simple presence of it is always there.

But it's not a person, it isn't really the sort of being it's possible to have an actual conversation with. It ripples in response to Ronan's words, and Adam closes his eyes for a moment, though he doesn't stop moving. He can be a conduit, he can just - exist.]

Nos audire potest.

[Cabeswater doesn't use words to speak to Adam, not really. It uses images, feelings, sounds, apparitions. It's not speaking to him now, but the impression is enough to make sense of, and Adam is relaxed enough to let it make sense, instead of questioning it.]

[morphinum]

[ Holy shit, who the fuck made something so insufferable. Johanna rolls her eyes and settles on a rude way to humor him. ]

Well, since you asked so nicely, fine. Tell me why the goddamn sky is blue.

[morphinum]

Mm. I'll trust you on that one. Any person tending a place like this would have to be one scary motherfucker.

[ Johanna shrugs. Her tone is carefully nonchalant. ]

Defiance. How else? President tells you to do something, you do the exact opposite and make a big fucking mess about it. Get angry. Then, when you're all good and riled up, join a rebellion. Keep its secrets. Give the big guys a taste of their own medicine.

[morphinum]

Heavy sedation is rough. But enough sedation to get you a little high, a little numb? That's the ticket.

[ Johanna picks one up and tosses it up and down a little. Probably not a good idea, but whatever. ]

Mm, it's not that I want to blow something up, specifically. More that I want to cause a little chaos, and these fireworks are an excellent resource.

[morphinum]

[ Johanna notices the gleam, a little flash in Bianca's eyes that scream danger. She recognizes it, and she likes it. Johanna, deep down, is interested in people who can hurt, and if they hurt her, well, that's just part of the game. ]

An anchovy? I don't think I'm a fish. Fish live in trees, and besides. [ Her voice is a snarl, just as dangerous. ] I hate the water.

[ Johanna gives Bianca a nod, a single, silent acceptance of the other woman's invitation. ]

[morphinum]

Smart girl. [ Congratulations, Sharon, you've gotten a quasi-genuine compliment. ] This shit isn't bad. Not as good as what I was shooting up with, but better than nothing.

[morphinum]

[ Johanna has learned to ignore that kind of voice. She's very good at it. ]

No shit.

[ Johanna says, flatly. Hadriel is a far cry from paradise, that's for sure. ]

Where would you want to go, if not this barrel of laughs?

[sparkler]

It isn't, is it? One must wonder who could think such music was worth listening to. But then, I don't try to understand what these gods are thinking.

[He considers the offer, looking at the bottle of liquor in his hand. He's not quite sure what it is, but it does the trick.]

I wouldn't mind a bit of company. Naturally, I would be happy to share as well.

[And Dorian, rather drunk already, makes himself comfortable on the grass.]

Your name, ser?

[bekommen]

Forgettin' to drink water. You're s'posed to alternate.

[bekommen]

You sure?

[She arches an eyebrow, then pours herself another.]

Isn't there something people say about "drink today, 'cause tomorrow you could be dead"?

[It takes her rain about half a second too long to catch up with what her mouth just said, and instantly her mood drops.]

Guess that's not actually so funny, all things considered.

[Down the hatch.]

[thechoiceisyours]

[He offers a faint smile anyway, even if it's not really funny; it's more of solidarity than anything else. His reason for not drinking is just as depressing.]

Yeah, well. Reality and all that.

But I feel like my chances of living are a little better if I'm not drunk.

[It's the truth, but not all of it; he doesn't get drunk anymore because the last time he did he wasn't able to help in an emergency and two people died. That, combined with thinking about what could've happened to them all on the mountain if any of them had even been slightly impaired, is more than enough to convince him not to avoid drinking enough to feel it.]

[pighead]

Shots! Shots shots shots!

[They are pure and true musical geniuses, Josh is pretty sure. It definitely helps that he's never heard the song before and has no idea how the tune goes. Clearly they're destined for a future of musical stardom.]

We should start a band!

[quaerit]

Ugh.

[ Gansey’s sound of disgust is vague, and it’s really not clear if it refers to the party, the hospital, or the reminder of Whelk in general. ]

Hardly sounds like a party. You don’t…need hospital now, do you?

[ That’s an alarming thought. What would he even do about that?! ]

[quaerit]

[ Home. That had not yet occurred to Gansey, but the suggestion of it is jarring. How long has it been since he was there? How long has it been since he even felt tired? This really isn’t normal. On considering that, it occurs to him that perhaps it isn’t good, either. Perhaps he ought to leave the shots alone for a while, no matter how appealing they are.

He could just go with Adam. See him home, make sure he’s okay. He definitely doesn’t intend on leaving him here when he hasn’t been drunk before.

All of this flashes through his head in a couple of jittery, focused nanoseconds, with the result that his nod appears instant. Instinctively, he reaches out towards Adam. ]

Yes, I think you’re right. That would be best. Here, come and lean on me. That wall’s not going anywhere.

[ His speech is very rapid, and he’s aware of that. He consciously tries to slow it down. ]

You can sleep if you want, when we get there. I don’t know how you manage that here. How can you relax with so much cave around us? I can’t. It’s like I never got out of that grave. I clawed up and found you, but it’s just a bigger hole. Can’t sleep in a hole.

[ These are thoughts he’s never really voiced, even to himself. It’s absolutely why he struggles to sleep here, though. He can’t relax in this cave any more than he could have in Cabeswater’s. ]

[quaerit]

[ Gansey has never lit a firework in his life. A series of barely relevant and ultimately unhelpful memories flash through his mind; learning how to light flares while caving, those luminous bars that he would crack underground that work better than torches, when it’s appropriate to color code your signal-

Not helpful. This just involves lighting a fuse, though. How hard can it really be? He’ll also be taking that condescension as a challenge, anyway, and he snatches the matches. ]

No, I don’t need you to show me how, thank you. Give me those.

[ He sets the rocket up, pointing it in the vague direction of that scorch mark, and then checks that the way is clear. He lights it a second later and then skitters back, just in case it doesn’t launch -

But it does, in a flurry of sparks that end in a low-level explosion. It makes his ears ring, but ultimately doesn’t destroy any property. He sends a narrow, but triumphant look in Ronan’s direction. ]

There, I told you I’d be fine. [ He may have lost sight of why he’s doing this. Also, he’s not exactly speaking with an indoor voice. ] That was louder than I thought!