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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.

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Not in a tower, we have a house. It's um... Kind of in the center of everything.

[He definitely won't make it that far alone; not only is he really exhausted but he's been completely overdoing it on his bad leg thanks to not feeling anything from the energy shots, so help will certainly be useful.]

That good. Harder to miss!

[He leans over and carefully puts an arm under Chris to help him up. He could probably just carry him, judging by how easy he is to help upright, but that would probably be not quite as okay.]

I live in tower-- near forest. Can hear the water when I paint.

[Chris isn't ridiculously tall, but he's tall enough that most of the time he's on his own even when it comes to needing help walking for any particular reason. So it's kind of nice to be able to lean on Koda, and he really appreciates it.

He knows which tower Koda's talking about, and the last part catches his attention even through the fog of sleep deprivation.]

You paint?

Yes! I painting my story-- on side of tower. Making paint not easy here. Dirt and stone... wrong types.

[There's not any one specific reason he could name for making his cave paintings here. He wants to remember the things he's done; he wants other people to see it and remember, or even learn something new; to stay in practice, and because he sincerely loved doing it.]

I show you, when-- you feel better.

That's... Pretty cool, actually.

[He's never been any good at drawing or painting or anything of that sort, and is impressed both by Koda being able to paint in the first place and also by that he's making paint itself.]

Okay, yeah. Awesome.

[When he doesn't feel like keeling over or chopping his bad leg off at the knee or eating an entire grocery store.]

You think um... Maybe you can find paint? In the stores.

[He's never looked for it, but maybe it's possible.]

Modern paint... not work. Too, uh. [Darnit what was the word?] Too chemical? Not stay on rock wall very long. Have to make paint-- way grandfather taught me. He very smart caveman.

[And there's very clearly a lot of pride in his voice when he says that.]

[The part about chemicals might've been interesting to him if he were more awake, but right now his focus is on that last sentence.]

Caveman?

[He's heard weirder, but wants to be sure Koda actually means what Chris thinks he means.]

Yes! My grandfather-- smartest caveman I knew.

[He smiles cheerfully at Chris.]

And --I caveman too! Born-- one hundred thousand year ago.

Oh.

[Well, that answers that. Chris tries to return the smile, but it probably comes out more like a grimace.]

All this must be um... Extra weird to you.

[It's all weird to begin with, but the phones and appliances and even just modern food and clothing must be a bit strange.]

It not... so bad anymore. I have friends, who help me-- adjust. Show me how to use things. And teach me English.

[He shrugs with his free arm, and glances up at the ceiling, somewhere up in the darkness.]

This place... remind me of home. Home-- before I got frozen. Here has... much scarier animals.

Dude I have... So many questions. For later.

[He'd ask them now but his head hurts too much to really discuss anything, and he feels like this might be a sensitive subject that he'd have to take care to navigate. And that's all far beyond him at the moment.]

Yeah. The monsters here uh... They suck.

Monsters-- never fun. But I never-- see ones that, uh... [He brings one hand to his mouth and makes a vomiting gesture.] ...do that.

[But he laughs quietly, remembering one particular monster he's faced.]

But, have seen one that... gives people very sore teeth.

[He's about to comment about the varieties of monsters here and about the wendigos in particular, but that last comment is just...]

Really? Sore teeth? Is that it, or...?

[Is it something actually super scary and gross that just sounds innocuous?]

Yes, that-- all he did. He not very strong monster. And when we beat him... people's teeth went back to normal.

[Have a big toothy grin!]

Sometimes monsters strong. Sometimes they just... strange.

[He manages an exhausted laugh at that.]

Too bad it's not just strange monsters here.

[Strange would be a lot better than the horrifying, deadly creatures here and at home. And speaking of home, the house he and the others live in here is coming into view and he gives a vague gesture in its direction.]

That's uh... That's it.

When more strong monsters appear... I fight. Protect people.

[He's seen the houses in passing, but since he's lacked any real reason to come and check them out he hasn't gotten to see them up close and personal.]

Houses... look like snails! Not like Amber Beach.

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[He doesn't really know Koda more than this conversation, but he has no trouble believing he's the type to try to protect people. Chris is normally that person himself, trying to look out for everyone, but he's utterly out of his element--or used to be, at least--in dealing with anything more dangerous than a mean professor or the reckless drivers in LA.]

So monsters are a... A problem back where you're from?

[Monsters worse than the sore tooth one, anyway.]

Yeah, they're weird.

[He's thought the same about the snail comparison before.]

Where's uh... Amber Beach?

Mm. They try to fight-- my friends and me. It is... long story.

[And a heck of a lot to say when they're both exhausted.]

It on East coast. I not been to... many other cities.

[He's intrigued but yes, definitely too tired to talk much about it right now.]

I live on the west coast. Back home, I mean.

[They're to the house and he opens the door to let them both in.]

If you wanna uh... Stay or just grab some food or something you're welcome to.

[He's not going to make Koda walk back home if he's too tired to do so, and even if he's not he's probably hungry or thirsty or something.]

[The offer makes him chuckle again.]

Maybe I not eat here. I eat... a lot. I just lie down, if that okay.

[He goes through first, but lingers in the doorway to help Chris through too.]

Yeah, sure. Of course.

[The help is appreciated, because he probably would've tripped over the tiny doorstep otherwise.]

We don't uh... Have any spare rooms open but the couch is pretty great.

[And he means it; aliens know how to do couches, apparently.]

Couch is good.

[When he's relatively sure Chris isn't going to faceplant, Koda goes to the couch and sits on its back. Then lets himself fall backwards onto the cushions with a solid poof when he lands. Damn this is soft.]

Couch is... very good!

[Now that he's back at the house the task of getting to his room doesn't seem so daunting, and so using the wall for support is enough to avoid much risk of tumbling onto the floor. When Koda sits on the couch and then falls back onto the cushions, Chris actually laughs a bit.]

It's a pretty sweet couch. You want a blanket?

[He has a spare in his room because he's cold all the time, and his room is conveniently on the first floor.]

No thank you. I sleep better with-- no blanket.

[And now that he's lying down, he is getting a lot sleepier very quickly. He grabs onto the back of the couch to pull himself up and look at Chris between his legs.]

You... going to be okay?

Yeah, I'll be fine. Just gonna like... Sleep for three days.

[He'll bounce back pretty quickly after some rest.]

I'll uh... Let my friends know you're here so they won't like, be surprised. Feel free to stay, you know, however long.

[He means it.]

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