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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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Hey, don't discount my stories.

[But it's true that his general life stories aren't more embarrassing than looking like a dork in front of girls or wearing a sweater inside out. Those weren't even what he was thinking about, though, but--like always now, it seems--rather things that happened on the mountain. It often feels so much like the life he'd had before is so distant, that it happened to someone else, and what is actually his own history starts when he followed Ashley into the kitchen in the lodge.

He sits up again, this time more to make sure Emily doesn't fall in the lake or something while she's pouring out the bottle, and oh my god she's so right.]

She'd freak. I can hear it now, like "It's a delicate ecosystem guys you can't just pour tequila in the lake the fish didn't ask for this!"

[Sam is amazing, and badass, and one of his closest friends, but she does get carried away sometimes on the whole animal love thing.]

[She's not just discounting his stories -- she's putting them on clearance. And her stories aren't even as wild as Jess's.

But she's not going to think about Jessica right now. She's had enough guilt and rage and all the rest for one night.

Chris totally nails it, though, and Emily giggles, very drunkenly, but still sincere. He's right to fear that she might fall, because the world is moving beneath her. Shaking the last drops of tequila out of the bottle doesn't help matters, but if she sways at all towards certain death in the dark water, she doesn't actually fall.

Sam. The only one of them who can actually claim to be a decent human being. Sure as hell the only person who doesn't belong here.]

I really miss eating meat, how the fuck does she do, like no animal poducts.

[This vegetarian thing Emily is doing will not last very long.]

[The giggling is a great success, as far as Chris is concerned, and he smiles a little at it. At least she doesn't seem quite as sad, and she's not drinking any more tequila, so things are--hopefully--a little better now than when he first ran into her.]

Oh man, I know. This impromptu vegetarian lifestyle is killing me.

[He's about ready to risk accidental cannibalism at this point because he's so not cut out for this; he'd fight a monster if it meant a cheeseburger. Oh god, he wants a cheeseburger so bad.]

I wonder if Delight would like, be willing to take requests. She seems pretty agreeable and we could definitely promise to be happy in return for some good food.

[It'll do for now. At least she's not pining anymore. What's the use in pining if it won't get her what she wants? The best she can hope for right now is to have a vivid dream of Matt. Hell, that might be worse.

But Emily isn't thinking about that. She's got an empty bottle in her hand that she kind of wants to throw against the ground, just to hear the pretty sound of shattering glass. Shattering like their lives did on the mountain, though whether they fell apart last year or this year is anyone's guess.]

Do it, ask her. Ask her for like, filet mignon. Maybe she'll get us good coffee. Shit. Shit, that's such a good idea. Holy shit, Chris, I'm a genius.

[Immediately, she wonders if she could get Delight to bring her Matt, but... somehow, Emily is certain Delight will tell her that's not how it works. She didn't even know the Door existed until she got revived, after all.

Oh well. They'd better get Love next time. Love would totally bring her Matt. Right?]

And good tea. [Yes yes think about expensive food instead, Em. Not your boyfriend. Not love.] And like. Good clothes oh my god, Chris, oh my god. Holy shit. Maybe you're right. Maybe this isn't hell after all.

[The excited rambling earns a small laugh, her enthusiasm a little encouraging. He doesn't quite think it'll be that easy, but he does think it might be possible; more possible than making deals with Hope, anyway, and far less terrifying than trying to negotiate with Rage or Fear.]

We'll probably have to wait a bit until like... She's done with this whole party thing, but yeah. She'd probably be willing to get us good coffee at least, I mean, wasn't she taking alcohol requests? That's a whole lot more complicated than coffee.

[He's not sure asking for clothes is all that high a priority, but he's so not going to argue that point with Emily.]

[Drunken excitement is so much better than drunken pining. Good job, Chris. You're a real pal. Given her absolute failure to inspire hope in anyone since getting Hope to agree to that trade, she's of the same mind as Chris on the deal-making front.]

Right? It's just, like, ground beans. [And Emily knows all the facts about really good coffee.] I can't fucking wait for this party to be over. It's not even that good, ugh.

[Why lie, she'll probably head back to the bar one of these days to see if there's another bottle of Sin Rival there for her.]

You ask her, and I'll give her the details, okay? 'Cause you'll fuck it up, and we cannot afford to fuck this up. [Coffee is really important, okay.]

Yeah, I'm not sure how anyone can like, actually enjoy this sort of party for more than one day.

[It's a mystery to him. but whatever. If people are having fun then they're having fun, and that's a good thing here.

He rolls his eyes at her last comment, not actually offended, but--]

Hey, my track record for not fucking up deals with the gods is better than yours. But yeah, I'll ask her, just give me like... Whatever details you want her to have.

[Sure, his 'successful' deal with one of the gods had been super morbid, but still. It's the principle of it.]

[On the tip of her tongue is a quip about how Chris might've been able to with Josh around, but a) that's not exactly true, since they both have their limits, and b) that's pretty tactless given their drunken blackout last year. So she keeps it back and just shrugs.]

Soon as everyone passes out, we'll be good.

[Though, damn, shouldn't people be passed out already?

Also wow holy shit??]

Excuse you? I can make deals with gods just fine. It's the follow through that I'm facing a little challenge on, but that's not my fault. THis place is shit.

[Seriously, Chris, what the fuck.]

I'll write them down for you big enough that you can read them without holding the paper too close up to your face.

[It's definitely for the best that she refrains, because that would've killed his mood pretty quickly.]

Hopefully that's pretty soon. But I guess people are just like, overdue for having fun or something.

[He grins a little at Emily's indignant response, and the expression may actually be pretty close to being a smirk. He shrugs, with over the top casualness, tone light to go with it.]

That's okay, Em, we all have like... Our weaknesses or whatever. Mine happens to be shitty eyesight, so yeah, thanks.

Yeah. Partying is so what's on my mind after the shitfest that was last month.

[But she's not going to judge people, given she just came out here to drown her sorrows. ... actually, why lie. She's totally going to judge people.

Chris, you're a little shit, you know that?

Actually--]

Chris, you're a little shit, you know that?

Yeah, well. I guess some people deal differently.

[It'd probably be kind of nice to be able to enjoy the party, instead of just feeling like he'd like to hide under his bed until it's over, but that's not how it goes.

Emily's comment earns a laugh.]

I might've been told that once or twice, yeah.

No shit.

[The substandard tequila has clearly made her sarcasm so much sharper.]

As long as you're aware of that.

[If you're aware of your faults, if you own them, then no one can use them to hurt you. At least, that's how Emily has gotten by so long.]

Though honestly, Chris, you should not go into psychology. Just saying. Maybe you should, like, make some joke app that spits out dumb advice.

[He's still grinning as he rolls his eyes in response to her comment.]

Oh great, there goes my fallback plan.

[What's he going to do now if the whole computer science thing falls through?

Though his smile fades, gaze shifting toward the water of the lake, because as much as he's joking about psychology being a backup plan he's been wondering more and more if he does need one in general. The idea of just... Going back to school--if they ever get out of here--and finishing his degree, and then getting a desk job...

It doesn't fit, anymore. It seems so pointless and mundane, and as much as some part of him wants life to go back to normal he knows trying to pretend like it is would be impossible. So he doesn't know, for sure, what he wants to do, provided he even gets the opportunity; it had always seemed like a given that he'd grow up, get a job, eventually have a family. Live to some reasonable age.

Now everything further in the future than tomorrow seems nebulous and uncertain.]

[It's in his voice that she hears the change first. Emily glances at him to confirm it, then quickly looks away again. So much for cheering up or whatever thanks to Delight.

She gives Chris a few seconds to think, to brood (she thinks about school too, about how she'll dive back in and keep kicking ass and shatter that glass ceiling with gusto and be feared and admired all at once; there is no room for any alternative, not when she's built her life around achieving her goals). Then, with a quiet huff of a laugh, she speaks up.]

Okay, Chris-sensei. My turn to play doctor. You get one free session.

[Sober Emily would have let it slide. Drunk Emily is ... trying to give back the good she gets. She won't be offended if he doesn't want to play along, though.]

How does it make you feel, to have me crush your dreams like that?

[Drunk Emily also gives significantly fewer shits about what she says than sober Emily, which is not saying a lot, but still.]

I dunno how I'll recover.

[He responds, finding the words for the right banter even though he can't manage the tone to go with it. He knows it's her way of asking if he wants to actually talk about what's bothering him, but he doesn't think he does. Not right now, anyway.]

But, you know. I'll find a way somehow.

[Drunk or not, Emily gets it, so she nods and lets the subject drop.

Who could've guessed Chris would be the person she'd talk about all this shit with, though? Then again, who would've thought they'd end up here, in a place that's more fucked up than she could've ever imagined. A year ago, she would've gone to Jess for this sort of thing, for what Emily had then perceived as wisdom and good advice.

But life has brought them here. Life has ripped her and Jess apart.

Life has been one hell of a bitch, and Emily doesn't want to think about it anymore.]

Hey, nerdboy. I'm three minutes from passing out, and I'd rather not do that out here. Walk me home.

[Chris definitely wouldn't have thought it either; he'd never disliked Emily, but they hadn't exactly had a lot in common to talk about before. Of course the situation here has changed things, and for once the way they've been changed isn't bad.]

Urgh, that involves standing up.

[But the complaint isn't serious, and he moves to get to his feet before offering a hand to help Emily up, if she wants to take it. He doesn't want her tumbling into the lake the moment she's standing, after all.]

I think coffee's a good plan when we get back.

Tough shit.

[She doesn't even roll her eyes when he offers her his hand, just takes it and stands, only letting go when she feels steady. Well, mostly steady. She's had a lot of tequila tonight, and at this particular moment, she doesn't want to fall into the lake either.]

I'm so looking forward ro a few cups of the shit in our cupboards. [Not really, but she does want to sober up at least a little before going to bed.]

So unsympathetic to my plight, geez.

[He pulls her up, watches carefully a moment to make sure she's at least relatively stable, and lets go when she pulls her hand away before turning to lead the way back toward the house.]

Yeah. I so need some caffeine.

[As usual, and even though it's getting late. It doesn't feel like a much sleep night.]

[In response to that, Emily flips him off.

And she's kind of proud of herself for not needing to lean on him as they walk back. She's been doing that too much. It's so unbecoming.]

I need water. I have tequila breath.

[Unbidden comes a memory of a drunken makeout with Matt, and how he'd been the one to keep it just at that, to not let her do something she might regret. She'd played so many dangerous games last year, in the wake of the prank, all to try and silence the guilt, to quell the hurt of losing her best friend. Middle name 'danger' indeed.]

Food would probably be a good idea too.

[He'll just add that suggestion in there. Water first, coffee second, food third; the great recipe to avoid a hangover. Hopefully.

He's not sure anyone can save someone who's drunk that much tequila.]

[Emily makes a face at the mention of food. There's like nothing appetizing in the house.] Bread. Lots of bread. Peppermint tea.

[Go fuck yourself, Chris. She doesn't need your help anyway.

She actually totally does, but you know. Walking side by side like this, she'll lean on him whenever she needs to (surprisingly, that's not very often), never once mentioning it, leaving it an unspoken assumption that they'll make it to the house together.]

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