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

[whichend]

[ Arya, already half-asleep, studies Peter, making sure he's serious. She can probably afford to sleep a few hours, and if she starts to sleep too deeply, she'll just try to pull herself out of it. ]

Wake me up if you need to sleep. [ Arya insists, before closing her eyes and dozing off. ]

[werewolfing]

Of course.

[of course he won't, that is. but he strokes her hair back and sits there looking at her for a moment before finding a blanket and covering arya up. she can sleep her hangover off on the sofa, it really is pretty comfortable.]

[whichend]

[ Arya is asleep before Peter even covers her up with the blanket. She breathes softly, calm for once, almost peaceful. She sleeps for the rest of the day and all into the night, mumbling every so often. She hasn't slept this deeply for a long time, and when she wakes, she doesn't quite know where she is, or what's on top of her. Arya sits up abruptly, flinging the blanket off her and searching for her sword out of pure instinct, before remembering that she's in Peter's house, and relatively safe.

She slides off the couch and wraps the blanket around her. Then she sets off to find Peter, and make sure he's still okay too. ]

[werewolfing]

[as it is the middle of the night, she will, unsurprisingly, find peter and newt asleep together in their room. since her sleepover they've gotten rid of one bed, and are now sharing a single mattress, cuddled up together. when he hears arya shuffling around, peter's eyes open, and he beckons her over. he's on the outside of the mattress, newt snugged to his back, and there's just enough room for her to fit on the bed as well.]

C'mon. Newt's dead to the world.

[whichend]

[ Arya takes note of the new arrangement -- it's pretty efficient, and if there's anything romantic at all going on, she doesn't pick up on it. She quietly sets her sword by the side of the bed, figuring that she can get away with not being armed, and climbs onto the bed, as delicately as she can. ]

Newt isn't actually dead, is he? [ Arya whispers. She doubts it -- Peter can be gross sometimes, but not gross enough to sleep with a corpse -- but she wants to check. ] He doesn't smell dead.

[werewolfing]

[peter gives a quiet snort.]

He's very much alive, he can just sleep through a lot. I'd be pretty sad if he was actually dead.

[to illustrate peter's point, newt reacts to the dipping of the mattress with a mumble and shoving his face more thoroughly into the back of peter's neck, one arm flopping over his middle.]

See, totally alive.

[whichend]

Oh, good.

[ Now that that's settles, Arya snuggles in closer. She's shared body heat with several guys before, as an anti-freezing-to-death measure, and she's got no shyness about getting close up to Peter and Newt. ]

Did the drink do strange things to you too?

[werewolfing]

[peter doesn't seem to mind. arya could undoubtedly take him in a fight, but in his mind she is and always will be a little girl, to be taken care of. in this case, that means snuggling so that she gets some more rest.]

Nah, we got drunk on purpose. Nothing strange about it. I didn't try one of those weird shots. They glowed a little too much for me.

[whichend]

Mm. That's for the best. It was nice, not having to sleep, but they tasted like minty piss.

[ What little filter Arya has is gone when she's tired. ]

[werewolfing]

Why do you know what piss tastes like, vara? No, wait, don't tell me. I don't actually want to know.

[whichend]

You could likely figure it out.

[ She teases back. Let's just say dehydration is a powerful thing, and she was desperate. ]

[werewolfing]

Probably. Or I could go back to sleep and not think about it, which seems much better.

[peter tries pretty hard not to think of all the terrible things that have probably happened to arya. it makes it much easier to not want to coddle her endlessly.]

[whichend]

[ Arya reaches over to pat Peter's face. She misses, and he gets a very small hand on the nose. But it's the thought that counts. ]

Go to sleep. I will be here when you wake up.

[werewolfing]

[it's a fairly good sized nose, easy mistake to make.]

Yeah, and you better be asleep, too.