hadriel_logs | 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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Having lost his enthusiasm for Delight's offerings toward the end, Firo's already done most of the legwork in working through the aftereffects. A slight headache remains, though, and he takes a walk to try and forget about it. The unearthly moaning makes him stop in his tracks, and he's certain it's a monster until he comes closer to the river's edge and sees the suffering man.

It's somewhat comforting to see someone who looks like they're in worse shape than him. "Rough night? You gonna need help gettin' outta there?"

Someone's trying to talk to him. Gren can't deal with existing right now, so conversation is kind of also past his abilities. He sort of rolls in the water so that he can actually get his feet under him, and even just that motion makes his stomach do backflips.

"Fuck." That's probably the only word in his vocabulary right now. "Fuck."

Gren sort of flails his way to the shore and... yeah, that's all he's got in him. His long scarecrow legs sort of fold up underneath him; he sits on the bank and presses the heel of each hand into his eye sockets, which does exactly nothing to help anything.

"Fuck. Fuck off."

Well, that's rude. Firo considers the fact that this guy, like most of the city, probably has a headache of some sort and raises the volume of his voice accordingly. It kind of hurts his own head, but he likes to think it'll be worth it. "That's an awfully nice way to talk to a guy offerin' to help you."

He crouches down nearby, a little more than an arm's length away from his new buddy. "What's got you so bent outta shape, huh? How'd you end up in the river?"

Staying arm's length away from Gren-- even though Gren himself only has one arm-- is probably the smartest decision that Firo's made in a while. Even though he seems like he couldn't move five feet without throwing his guts up all over his shoes, it's best not to tempt him. He's got a mean punch and he's always up for knocking someone's lights out.

"Fuckin'--"

He does not appreciate the increase in volume.

"I fuckin' walked in, how the fuck do you think I got here? Will you shut the fuck up now?"

Smart decisions aren't something Firo frequently makes, so that's a very fair assumption.

He shrugs dramatically. "Hey, how would I know? With that attitude of yours, maybe somebody threw you in."

There's hardly a pause before he answers the last question. "No." Firo's not a laconic person by nature, and he's certainly not inclined to shut up if he knows that it's annoying this guy.

Still, it takes him a moment to think of something to chatter about. "How're you plannin' on gettin' home? Are you gonna crawl? Spend a couple days under the stars until you recover?"

Okay, so this is one of those kinds of assholes. Gren is rapidly running out of both patience and self-control, and he's greatly tempted to just turn back into his true ragemonster form, eat this little shit, and just fuck off into the sunrise.

But that would require him to stand up, and if he tries that right now, he might actually puke his guts up all over his shoes.

"I'm gonna fuckin' throw your ass into that river in a second if you don't shut the fuck up."

"Hey, I'm not even doin' anything to you." Firo, obnoxious? Surely that can't be possible.

"Besides, don't you think it's a bad idea to just stay out here when you're like this? You should really get a move on." And since it doesn't seem like he's taking care of that by himself... It's only the decent thing to do to stick around and keep him company.

"I'll stay wherever the fuck I want."

Even if it's in the river. Honestly, the river's probably the best place for him; it's his natural habitat, or would be if he could drop his glamour without the risk of someone trying to kill him for being a monster. People kill monsters around here, he's got to keep his head down and his body looking human.

What he doesn't want right now? Company. He hates being around people he doesn't know well on a normal day, nevertheless one where he's half an inch away from splitting his own head open to just put himself out of his misery.

"The fuck is even your fuckin' problem? You tryin' to start shit or something, because you want exactly fuckin' none of what I am right now."

Which is mostly pissed and also partly incapable of seeing straight, but hey.

Firo shrugs. Hey, it's not like he'd try to drag the guy anywhere even he wanted to--he has a feeling that wouldn't work out well. "Suit yourself."

"I told you, I was just bein' a... what do they call it--a Good Samaritan. You can't just leave a guy alone in a river." He pauses for effect. Certainly not to actually think over the words coming out of his mouth. "Even if he's an asshole tryin' to act like a tough guy."

"What's your problem anyway?"

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