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

[krangke]

(Newt laughs because Johanna laughs and who the fuck doesn't like laughing?

But yeah okay, he's just staring back at her, brows still up in his hairline.

Then he looks down at his shirt and points to himself and then looks against at her exposed body. In his drunken stupor, this makes complete sense. If she's half naked then shouldn't he be too? It's only like...Polite....

So naturally Newt shakes his head quickly.)

You're right. Who the hell cares about shirts?

(Right? You tell 'em, Newt. He yanks his shirt off and drops it onto the floor. He lets out a deep breath and touches a hand to his chest.)

Wow. It's. Soooo much better already, damn.

(So much cooler. The kid's actually got a nice body. Not gangly at all. Fit. Healthy by now- though there is some remaining evidence of malnutrition. Starved people are the best.)

You're a smart lady, I gotta say.

[morphinum]

[ Johanna whistles softly. That's a pleasant surprise. She barely registers the the last of the malnutrition -- she's got it too, highlighted by little scars where the Capitol stuck the electrodes. ]

Damn is right. And since we're classing it up in here, you gotta have a drink that matches.

[ Johanna snatches Newt's margarita, pours it into the ground, and replaces it with some of her own murdercave-brand everclear. ]

You got it right for once, kid. I'm glad you appreciate my genius.

[krangke]

Awww but that was good.

(Newt doesn't seem too bothered though to lose his margarita. Especially since Johanna is quick to replacing the drink. He gives it a sip and smiles.)

I'm a big supporter of genius. I'm also a big supporter of drinking. This is gonna be a great day. A great friendship.

[morphinum]

This shit is way better. More effective. You'll see.

[ Johanna takes a swig herself, because really, that all shouldn't go to Newt. At the mention of friendship, Johanna wrinkles her nose. ]

Ew, no. I don't do friendship. Think of me instead as a kickass mentor.

[ Johanna smiles wryly at her own little joke. She'd mentored kids in the games, and now she's gonna mentor Newt through this one.

She gives Newt a little nod. ]

What are you waiting for, asshole? Chug.

[krangke]

In all fairness, I wasn't drinkin' that for the effect. It tastes good. But hm, I can appreciate this too.

(Seriously. He salutes you, Johanna.........Literally.

He snorts at her declaration of friendship and that snort turns into a cackle.)

Please. I don't need a mentor in drinking, I assure you.

(He gives her a solid pat on the shoulder, bare skin and all.)

All right, all right. Sheesh.

(And chug he does. And she will see precisely why he doesn't need a mentor. He plows through the drink in an effortless sort of way that implies this kid has swallowed way worse stuff. By the end of it, he just kind of gazes at her and then eventually smiles.)

Not bad at all, dove.

[morphinum]

[ If Johanna wasn't this drunk, she'd swat off the pat on the shoulder. As it is, she just shoots Newt a dirty look.

The dirty look turns into a shadow of a smile when she sees what Newt is capable of, however. ]

I'm almost impressed.

[ She's impressed. ]

But don't call me dove, bean sprout. I'm not a fucking bird of peace.