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

[hungryasacaveman]

There are... no monsters out here. [He beams at her.] So-- no reason to stay... on guard!

[unfollowing]

[Well.

He's not wrong.

But he's also not right. Not completely, anyway.]

Jesus. You haven't been here very long, have you. Sometimes there are monsters out here.

[Last month, people became monsters.]

[hungryasacaveman]

[He gives a firm nod. Don't think he's not used to people turning into surprise monsters.]

When monsters show up, then I fight. Protect people. But, until then -- can relax. No good being on... uh, alert whole time. Get very tired.

[His grin fades to something slightly more sober, and he tilts his head at her slightly.]

If you... scared of monster, I-- walk you home? Keep you safe. [Chase and Ivan both seemed very intent on making sure their "fair ladies" were safe, it made sense to Koda to mimic that.]

[unfollowing]

[Oh god. He's serious.

How do people like him even survive.

But still. Emily weighs her options. Either she tells him to fuck off or lets him walk her home. She's not scared of anything right now (not anything immediate, anyway), and he might be easy to get rid of. However, some drunk idiot might try to hit her, or hit on her, neither of which is something she wants right now.

So after a few long seconds of annoyed-looking silence, she rolls her eyes and sighs loudly.] Fine. You can walk me home. Come on.

[hungryasacaveman]

[His bright grin returns, and the impression is left that if he had a tail it would be wagging madly as he falls in step beside her.]

It lucky-- buildings not very far apart!

[unfollowing]

[Funny, Emily was just thinking that Koda is acting exactly like a puppy.]

Yeeah. People are gonna stumble back home and wake the rest of us up. Can't wait for all that yelling and screaming.

[Worst part of college, honestly. Sometimes you just want to study. Or sleep. Not even in this shithole can she escape all of that.]

[hungryasacaveman]

People... already yelling and screaming. [He scratches under his matted hair with one hand as he looks across as more partygoers.] Not sure how can... get worse.

[unfollowing]

You're not trying to sleep now, are you? Wait til all you want to do is sleep. Then you'll see how much worse it can get.

[Emily is an optimist who loves other people, can you tell.]

[hungryasacaveman]

I not tired yet! Just-- not used to parties.

[He's only had about a year of experiencing the modern world, he's only been to two actual parties, and one was a birthday.]

You have been to... lots of parties?

[unfollowing]

I totally couldn't tell that about you.

[There's no way you'd be getting invited to fancy parties with hair like that. Although, he could probably finagle an invite if he just showed off those arms.]

Tons. [She's kind of a big deal back home.] Trust me, I know what I'm talking about.

[hungryasacaveman]

Okay!

[He trusts you. Done. Easy.

Now that that line of dialogue has apparently been completed:]

So how long... you been here?

[unfollowing]

[.........again. How is Koda still even alive.

But Emily will just. Ignore that question, shrugging as she keeps a steady pace towards the house.]

Almost two months now. Feels like longer. How long have you been in our glorious little shithole?

[hungryasacaveman]

I come same day as... [He makes a round shape with both hands.] ...flying monsters. Not very fun to fight. Had to use armour.

[unfollowing]

You're really new here, damn. [Lucky Koda, he missed out on cannibal month.]

You have armor? Are you from, like, medieval times or something? [Wouldn't be a stretch, given the types she's met here.]

[hungryasacaveman]

Not quite. But I have friend named Ivan-- he from then. Even come with own armour.

[The grin he shoots her is very much cheeky.]

I from... one hundred thousand years ago. Metal not invented yet.

[unfollowing]

[........

....what the fuck.]

Are you literally prehistoric?

[hungryasacaveman]

Yes! I am-- caveman!

[Have a flex of his arms to follow the words.]

I born on mammoth hunt. Grow up fighting... sabertooth tigers!

[unfollowing]

[Oh-- ohmygod.

What do you even say to that. She's not sure if she's impressed or just baffled by all the shit that has happened in the past month alone.

Jesus.]

I'm a college student. I grew up fighting morons.

[hungryasacaveman]

Morons... not so bad as sabertooth tiger. Not as many teeth. Or-- strategy.

[unfollowing]

[Well. He's not wrong.]

Yeah. Whole different set of survivor skills comes out of that one.

[Sabertooth tigers. Un-fucking-believable.]

So, do you like, know who discovered fire?

[hungryasacaveman]

No. But my grandfather... he make very famous invention.

[He traces a round shape in the air with his finger.]

He invent-- wheel!

[unfollowing]

Holy shit.

[The swear is both surprised and disbelieving, because what the hell else do you say to that?

They're close to the beginning of the spiral where the house is. Just being away from the noise of the party is doing wonders for Emily's mood, which unfortunately doesn't mean much for anyone else.]

So he was, like, the Edison of his day or something. Damn. Not bad for a guy who probably never washed his hair. Which, you know, is something you should start doing.

[hungryasacaveman]

[Koda immediately grabs a matted strand of his hair for inspection, and tilts his head.]

Why? It not need wash.

[Also who is Edison]

[unfollowing]

Yeah it does, honey.

[She's not going to touch it, but she'll gesture at it, not at all hiding her disgust.] It's not supposed to look like that.

[Grabbing some of her own hair, she adds,] It's supposed to be like this, for your hair type. Soft, shiny, and not all clumpy like yours is.

[hungryasacaveman]

[Congratulations Em, he looks mildly offended.]

Before I frozen-- no shampoo. There no point in having... tidy hair. Smelling like flowers means... getting caught by bad animals. And in new time... no one care about my hair.