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.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► Did you party too hard? Please report any character deaths right here!

Comments

[unfollowing]

[Nah, Emily's not very likable no matter what state a person is in, but hey. Maybe Maketh would be the exception. Probably not, though.

She's done with her shot right around when Maketh is, grinning as she sets down her shot glass.] Fuck yeah it is. Rest is mine, sorry, there's a lot of whatever else around. What are you into? What drink. Don't be a perv. I can kick your ass now.

[Emily may be forgetting the fact that Maketh is a soldier. It's that whole not wearing her uniform thing. And the tequila. And the lights. And the music.]

[mismanagement]

[Maketh frowns at Emily. Perhaps this will take more than a few drinks. Or perhaps this is just Emily - drunk or sober - and there will no avoiding the fallout. Wonderful.] You have a very high opinion of yourself. Child.

[But, there's alcohol to be drunk. Maketh leans over the bar and goes straight for the whiskey. Brandy is for polite company, which this is not.]

[unfollowing]

[Okay, wow?? Who's rude now?]

Uh, yeah. I'm top of my class, and I'm rich. I have good taste. I'm hot. I could go on.

And I am not a child.

[She's not acting like a brat at all, either.]

[mismanagement]

And did you earn this wealth? [Maketh pours herself a glass, not bothering with the shots. This is better, she thinks. Shots are part of a game, which she doesn't feel like playing with Emily - though she may need to be at least a little drunk to endure this moment for much longer.] Though I've been told that riches don't promise class. I wouldn't know.

[unfollowing]

Does it matter?

[Shrugging, Emily scoffs. What, this bitch thinks she's better than her?]

You really wouldn't know.

[mismanagement]

[Maketh covers her mouth when she feels her face twisting into a snarl. No, no, we are not doing that. We are not going to hit the civilian no matter what she says.] At least I earned everything I have.

[unfollowing]

Is that supposed to be an insult? [Emily rolls her eyes and stands.] Whatever. Thanks for the lesson. Enjoy your shitty whatever that is.

[Bottle of Sin Rival in hand, Emily walks off to find somewhere -- and maybe someone -- else to drink with.]

[mismanagement]

[The Empire doesn't teach insults, okay? Their style is more ambush someone in a dark alley and beat them senseless. Which Maketh is certainly not going to do because she has class. Or at least rules.

She makes a face at Emily's retreating back just because.]