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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.
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(Honestly Newt is in the same boat. Alcohol makes it a lot easier for him to forget about things worth forgetting and a lot easier to remember all the stuff worth remembering. Newt himself doesn't know much about dancing except what Peter showed him a night or two ago.

But he can appreciate all of the dancing going on around him. Since being introduced to it, he's automatically adopted a bit of a fondness for it.

It had just gotten to be a bit much with the heat and all when Newt stepped out and laying down had just seemed like an awesome idea. So laid down he did.

Which apparently was a bad choice because suddenly a very familiar person is tripping up over him and Newt's sitting up on his elbows, eyes wide and hectic for a moment before he realizes who it is.)

Maketh!

(And Newt's sliding up onto his feet, grinning not too unlike a cat. Hope you're ready for a hug because you're getting one in 5...4..3....Now.)

[Oh. Oh, okay, that's a hug, she's being hugged. Maketh's hands dance for a moment, before she settles for returning the gesture. Why not why not? She's feeling loose and happy and she likes Newt, Newt is a good person.

Maketh leans back a little, and - because she feels like it - fluffs his hair. It's standing up. It's adorable.] Where's your shirt?

Edited 2016-03-24 01:44 (UTC)

(Maketh is a good person. It's why he's hugging her, he thinks. It makes plenty of sense. Has nothing to do with some subconscious part of his existence that associates Maketh with the word Mother and that- yup. That sure is a train of thought not worth broaching anytime soon ever.

Thank Delight for alcohol.

He grins pleasantly when his hair is ruffled and his shoulders shrug up, cheeks a little pink from the night.)

It's on me.

(He says helpfully, slapping a hand against his own chest. Which is of course when he remembers. He pops a hand to his head and makes a funny, confused sort of face.)

Oh, wait. No. No it isn't. It's- somewhere. There was this girl who- she wasn't? Wearing a shirt for some reason and I was like, that's pretty odd, isn't it? But I didn't want her to feel alone so I took my shirt off.

(He nods very seriously because that was a very serious thing to let Maketh know, apparently. He thrusts his finger out towards her hair- grin back in place.)

Your hair! It's so pretty like that.

[Delight's alcohol is exactly that - and so very good - so Maketh only nods in the serious way that the utterly wasted can manage.] Manners are important.

[It was very nice of Newt to make the other girl feel welcome, yes it was.

Maketh brightens, flicking the braid over her shoulder.] It's my dancing braid. For dancing. Or body shots! Yours isn't long enough, though.

[Wait. Should she be telling him about body shots? Eh, probably not.]

They are extremely important things. And I mean, people were totally staring and I was like, guys, what's the big deal? They're just- you know.

(He gestures pointedly to Maketh's chest as if to say Boobs. Newt's never seen the big deal about girls. Never like his friends back home did.)

Maaaaan. That's a great idea. If I had longer hair, I'd totally braid it. I braid Peter's hair all the time. Braids are bloody awesome.

(Wait wait wait. He holds his hand up and steps towards Maketh, looking wide-eyed.)

What. Are body shots?

(Too late.)

[In another moment - a sober one - Maketh might have thought to explain to Newt that no, there were certain rules that one followed in polite society about who could wander around half naked and who really wasn't supposed to. But this was a drunk moment and Maketh was hardly one to judge, given how many nights she'd gone out drinking in the Academy and woke up missing her shirt and boots. She'd never been late to morning inspection, though, no sir.

Maketh snickers.] Uh huh!

[Braids are fun. Maketh likes how hers sways when she dances, the weight of it against her back.

Ooooh, whoops. That came out. She pauses, eying Newt up and down.

He's a cadet, right? Or close enough. Sure.] Someone lies down and your pour a shot here --[she indicates her belly] --and then you drink!

(Newt's kind of just an aimless, easily impressionable boy right about now. He can drink something fierce but his problem was that he had aimed to get drunk and got drunk he did. Thankfully he doesn't seem to be thinking about it too much and is instead fingering his spiked out hair, twisting it around a finger in thought.

He wished he could have braids. Maaan. Life's such a bummer.

Newt's got no idea what he is or isn't old enough for. So he just kind of stares at her glassy-eyed. Oh Maketh. He's so beyond saving with the alcohol thing. His eyes go to her belly and then his mouth pops open in an 'o' and he gives vigorous nod.)

That sounds----!!

(Wait a second. Wait. A. Second. He snaps his finger.)

Sexual!

[Maketh beams. Look at Newt, picking things up so fast. Newt is so smart.] Correct! That's how you make special friends.

[Oh man she is going to regret this moment so much when she sobers up. Someone stop her.]

(No way. Maketh is the smart on here. She knows e v e r y t h i n g. He loves you, mom.) Ooooooooh.

Oooh!

(He covers his cheeks with his hands before his mouth splits into a grin.)

Special friends. Wait- can they be used on-

(His hands fidget around restlessly in the air, gripping at nothing.)

You know. A Really Super Special Friend? Like the kinda friend you wanna-

(He makes an incredibly crude gesture then annd yeah he's gonna be pretty embarrassed lately too.)

[Maketh loves you too, Newt. You weird shirtless child you. She brightens, clapping excitedly. Look, he's learning! Isn't it fun to learn new things?] That's the best app--application.

[Big words are hard. Maketh laughs, fluffing Newt's hair again.] And then you can lose your close and let them pull your dancing braid. And it's super fun.

[Wait. Newt has no dancing braid. Maketh considers this.] Don't worry! You can improvise!

(Learning is clearly the most fun anyone can have while inebriated. It's the best time to learn. God he loves learning. Learning so much.)

Is it! Isn't it, I mean!

(Newt has no idea he's actually a Super Virgin. He laughs loudly and brightly when Maketh winds up ruffling his hair again and god, she is just so awesome. Look at her go.)

Pulling on hair can be fun?

(Color him intrigued. He reaches out and claps his hand onto her shoulder, eyes large.)

Maketh. I think you have a lot you could teach me. Let's go somewhere. Like, let's just go talk the shit. I think I need- I need to. I mean. I'm hopeful.

Wait - no- hopeless.. I'm hopeless!

[Oh dear. Clearly there has been a lack of education in Newt's life and that must be corrected immediately. Maketh nods seriously, bumping her forehead against his. It's very important to know things.] That is such a good idea.

[They're going to do that. Oh yes. Maketh brightens, noticing the bottle on the ground.] Is that wine? Bring the wine.

(More like a lack of memories. Maybe he had read up on all this stuff before. No one could say for certain but hey, lack of education in current day Newt-brain yes.

He nods very seriously back, head bobbing.) Probably the best idea I have ever had in my entire life maybe.

(Or was it Maketh's idea? Shit, he can't even remember.)

It is wine. I'll definitely bring the wine.

(He bends down to grab it and actually still has pretty good balance all things considered. He heaves it up and juts it into the air.)

Onward! Somewhere! I don't know where!

(Oh, wait.)

I got a garden. I'd say let's go to my place but yanno.

Your garden!

[Because no, they're not going home that might be weird and besides, Maketh doesn't think she could manage the stairs right now.] Gardens are good for wine. It's science.

[She's thinking of the garden parties she went to on her first tour, the fancy affairs on some noble's estate with all the gold statues and tiny, inedible food-things. But this will be better, because there's wine and Newt and - most importantly - they'll be furthering Newt's education.

That's a very good cause, yes it is.]

(Definitely a little weird. Especially since what they're about to talk about and all.

Garden sounds perfect though and Maketh makes an amazing point.) I'm named after a scientist. Isaac...Isaac...Oh my god...OH! Newton. Haha duh. Newton. That dick. Science- wine- what?

(What were they talking about again? Right, going to talk. Wine and gardens.

His garden probably isn't a thing like what Maketh is used to in terms of 'gardens'. It doesn't take too long to get there thankfully. It's just a plot of land with rows of crops just starting to poke out of the earth. He plops down on a patch of ground that's not used for planting and smiles.)

All righty, Maketh, let's do it. Let's learn.

(He gives her the wine because she deserves the honor.)

[Wait. Waaaaait. Newt is named after a scientist? Maketh beams at him, braid swinging wildly. But wait, there's the garden, Newt's garden that he's been working so hard on and look, plants. There are plants sticking up out of the ground, or things that might one day be plants, and Maketh forgets about the scientist that Newt was named for.

Because. They're going to learn things.

Maketh does a thing halfway between sitting and falling on her ass, but manages not to spill the wine everywhere. It's red and heavy, she can smell it, she likes it already.] Yes. Let's learn.

[Wait. She pauses, squinting at him over the wine bottle.] Whatdya know? So I can skip that.

(Learning things is of absolute important. Yes, yes it is.

Newt does not judge Maketh for falling. As a matter of fact, in his mind, she looks as graceful as a swan descending from the heavens. Or something? He's got a lazy sprawl going himself so yanno, no judgement.)

Let's.

(Then she asks him and if he were sober, he would have blushed hot red. He might not have too many social concepts in his arsenal but he knew enough to be embarrassed about his lack of knowledge.

But that's why Maketh was here!!)

Not gonna lie. I don't know annnnything. I'm like. A blank slate of anything sexy.

(He sniffs a bit, pouting. It was totally unfair.)

[She can work with a blank slate. It's just...filling in the gaps, right? Of everything. Maketh tips her head back and drinks some of the wine. It's heavier than she expects, a little bitter. She loves it instantly.] Kaaaaay. Right.

[Lesson time!

....where does she start?

Maketh squints at him.] Dancing. Is nice. An' like banging someone with your clothes on. So you should do that sometime.

(Newt's eyes go quarter-sized in his skull and he leans forward, propping his chin into his hand.)

Dancing?

(He sounds completely enthralled and then his eyes get even bigger.)

Banging. That's like sex, right? Slang for sex?

(He's pretty sure he's heard that one before. It makes him laugh for some reason, hanging his head down briefly before whipping it right back up.)

So, so, so, so, have you like- done it then? Sex? Oh my godddd, of course you have, lookit you. And that brunette, aye?

(He wiggles his brows at her or at least attempts too.)

Brunettes are great, I have concluded. Beautiful lustrous creatures. Wait, we were talking about dancing.

[Oh you wonderful child, you have no idea. Maketh passes him the wine bottle, laughing.] Uh-huh. It's so nice. And---dancing. Right.

[She sits up straighter, trying to look official. Look, she's educating the youth of Hadriel.] See, when you dance, it's uh, like trying sex? For a bit? And with your clothes on. And if it's good when you dance, then it's gonna be good with your clothes off.

[Maketh nods seriously.] Usually you take your clothes off. Especially with brunettes. Or bartenders. Or really pretty girls.

[Wait. Waaaaait. Maketh frowns.] Maybe? I dunno for you. You like Peter.

(He takes a swig of the wine and yeah, yeah this is some awesome stuff this is.

Newt leans forward like he is the youth of Hadriel that needs some education something desperate. He makes a sound like oooooh! when she explains the dancing thing and nods very seriously. Yes, of course. Sex. Dancing. Same thing kind of. Makes total sense to him.

He grins stupidly then.) Especially with brunettes.

(He echoes this diligently. Brunettes? They are the best. Particularly scruffy brunettes.

Newt laughs a loud, bright sort of chuckle when Maketh frowns.)

I'll take Peter. It's okay, I'll leave all the pretty girl wrangling to you. I can handle my....my...

(His boyfriend, yes, but that actually isn't the word he's looking for.)

Scruff muffin. Heeell yeah, I love his facial hair. That's some great- great stuff goin' on there. I like that a lot. It's like. Mmmm. Y'know?

(But then he frowns.)

Oh- oh but maybe not if you like- girls aren't scruffy. That's okay! More for you? More for me? Yeah!

[Scruff muffin. That's wonderful. Maketh laughs, clapping her hands together. She likes that term, yes she does. And it fits, because Peter is quite scruffy. Disheveled. That's the proper term.] Yeah! There you go.

[Unfortunately everyone knows everyone here, so Maketh's usual strategy of getting wasted and going home with a stranger isn't going to work. A shame. She can still go dancing, though. And get drunk with Newt. This is fun, too.

Maketh leans forward, grinning.] Then you figure out what you like, an' what they like. For example---- [She scrunches up her face, trying to think of something. It's hard to come up with full sentences.] I like getting my hair pulled? So you find out what's nice, and what they like and then it kinda---you know. Comes together.

[Maker she's going to regret this conversation in the morning.]

(See, Newt doesn't get that kinda thing. The whole 'we can't do this because xyz' so he'd be all in support of Maketh finding some nice company for the night. Maybe one day he can help her quest for that sorta thing.

Dancing and getting drunk is a pretty close second, thankfully.

Newt hums in awe, placing a hand up under his chin and nodding hurriedly. Yeah, yeah, of course, figure out what they like. He wonders what Peter likes and he frowns. He only knows that Peter likes girls and for a moment, Newt just kind of slumps. He's not a girl. Maaan.)

He likes girls.

(He states glumly. The woe. But then he points to himself.)

But- but! He likes special boys. But I dunno how much that means what or what I don't know? Like, very selectively. So. What?

(He shrugs at Maketh hugely before taking another swig of wine and passing it over to her.)

Hair pulling sounds painful.

(He says this with the ignorance of a true virgin but he also doesn't sound like he's shutting down the idea either. He looks down at himself and groans miserably.)

I've no idea what I like. Oh! My! God! Is that bad? What if, what if I just- am this aimless...thing.

(He gestures a bit obnoxiously and yeah, Newt, you're not making any sense.)

[Oooh, more wine. Maketh grabs at the bottle clumsily, but manages not to drop it. She makes an attempt at waving away Newt's concern, but nearly ends up slapping herself in the face. Hand-eye coordination is loooong gone.] People like lots of other people. And--and he likes you! So you're fine. 'cause you can figure it out. And that's fun too. Learning.

[She nods seriously.] Like the hair thing. I didn't know that! And then I did!

[That one she'd discovered with a very nice twi'lek lady on leave one time, which had been a whole experience in itself.]

(He's almost instantly distracted from his gloom when Maketh nearly smacks herself in the face and he tries not to laugh. Laughing at people is totally rude.) Yeah I know but like. He wants kids one day. I don't- there's no um- um- what's the word.

(He stares off into space for maybe a solid like five minutes. Okay not really but it kind of feels like he does.)

No baby...hoses...thing..uh...no baby..maker in me? And I don't have those- these.

(He snorts stupidly at that because duh of course not he's a boy. As for 'those' he points at Maketh's boobs and nods once more with complete and utter sincerity.

Something about Maketh's hair pulling story inspires Newt. He sits up straighter, eyes wide.)

Really! That's...huh! No of course that makes sense. I'm so dumb!

(He laughs brightly, shaking his head at himself. Why wouldn't he realize that one day you could know something about yourself then the next day you learn something completely new?)

You're like. A total guru. This is amazing. Hey, with your like, brunette, did you guys - how how did that happen?

/yes good/

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