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

[pellameno]

You only remember three years? And forty... I can see why you want more people in the house.

[ He's not sure how he'd deal with that kind of amnesia.

Are they sharing life stories, then? He tosses his braid back over his shoulder and slips one hand into the bag hanging at his side, fingers curling around the mirror. ]

I've never had my own bed before this place. My family's house was small, and I shared with my brother until I left home. Then after I left, there was Cal. Do you know the word chesna? It's like a lover, but more. We've rarely been apart for the past three years and it's strange not hearing someone else's breathing in the night.

They both snore, Terez and Cal. Do any of you?

[krangke]

Yes.

(He sighs and figures he might as well explain if the kid's going to be living with him.)

I've got this thing in my head that blocks out all my memories. They Swiped them clean. Dunno anything about myself in all actuality. Newt's not even my real name. Me and the forty other boys- none of us had our memories and were all put in this place. It was an experiment thing.

(Life stories it is. Newt is always extremely interested in hearing about other people's lives. They are always so much more lively than his own, he thinks, and he listens to Pell explain his life with genuine interest.

He shakes his head when asked about the word 'chesna'. He smiles a little bit fondly though at the explanation and his mind drifts briefly to Peter. He'd have to tell him about that word.)

That's a lovely word. Peter and I just use 'boyfriend' which is a lot less romantic, I've got to say.

(But then he really thinks about what Pell was telling him. He'd had a lover and then had to be separated from him. Newt couldn't even begin to fathom being separated from Peter. They had grown so close...He walks a bit closer to Pell and reaches out, briefly giving his hand a tight squeeze before letting go.)

Maybe Cal will show up here. This place is filled with strange impossibilities made possible.

(He grins a bit at the question and shakes his head.)

I don't know about Thom. He sleeps upstairs. Peter sometimes snores. He does this endearing sorta snoring when he's on his back. I don't though.

(The house felt very much lived in. There was evidence of life everywhere. Mostly from Newt who had sprawling garden experiments and other experiments all over the place as he tried to rediscover the world.)

We have a pet fish too. You can keep him in your room if you like.

[pellameno]

I'm sorry to hear that. But think of it as... you know plenty about yourself, just not your past. I can tell you plenty, anyway. You're friendly and kind and outgoing and you want to help people, which even here is hard to come by. I think we might have a lot in common, actually.

[ He's not sure how he'll handle being around a couple, alone. Only time will tell.

He grips the little mirror tighter and draws it out of his pocket. It's the only picturey sort of thing he has with him, and he offers it to Newt this time. The image is of Pell and a tall blond har walking down a crowded street. The town is alive and thriving and so are they; Cal's arm is around Pell and he holds the hand of a small child who looks a great deal like him, but for the blond hair and bright blue eyes that match his companion's. ]

That's Cal. I thought of asking the gods to bring him, but apparently they have no control over who comes or goes so I just wish for it quietly to myself. I know he'd hate this place but he'd be better off here with me than home, alone. We don't do well alone.

[ It's not ego or wishful thinking; Pell says this like he knows for certain, and in a way he does. The last thing he remembers cements it in his mind. All he can hope for is that Cal pulled through. ]

A pet fish?

[ You can't cuddle a fish, but having something to take care of sounds nice... ]

[krangke]

(Newt looks at Pell, his brows raised in surprise. Typically it's him reassuring other people that the memory thing really doesn't bother him. Most people can't seem to understand that though. The only time not having a memory bothered him was when he got frustrated over missing out on certain things.)

Most people usually pity me when I tell them about my memories. Truthfully, I've come to think the present is far more important than the past. The long term past anyway. I'm glad you think so too. Thank you, by the way. You're...very kind.

(Makes his life a whole lot easier having someone to understand that.

Frankly, Newt and Peter were best friends before they were boyfriends. Their relationship wasn't seeping romance at every turn. In other words, they were pretty easy to tolerate. No third wheel syndrome here.

Newt takes the mirror from Pell and looks down into it.)

He's extremely handsome. Whose the child?

(The child does look a blend of both but as far as Newt knows, boys can't have children together. He offers the mirror back carefully lest it should break.)

You don't have to be alone here then. And yeah, I know. Fish aren't exactly the ideal pet but he needs some lovin' too and all and he's actually quite pretty.

(Newt gets it. You can't really have a relationship with a fish the way you could a cat or a dog or even a goat or a pig. But. It was something, wasn't it?)

[pellameno]

It's just the truth. [ He smiles gently, wanting to take Newt's hand again but not wanting to be needy either. So just a smile, and then he's tucking the mirror away carefully. ]

I guess he's ours, from appearances. I couldn't say who hosted him, I've only just learned it was possible. The hara in Galhea had children.

[ Swift was a beautiful child, precocious and intelligent. Pell can only hope that if the future in his mirror comes true somehow that their harling was similar. Though being half Cal he's sure to be a handful. ]

Where'd you get him?

[ It's something, and he can talk to it without feeling too odd. He'll mind the fish if they let him. ]

[krangke]

(For a moment, Newt's a little lost. There's enough of what Pell has said that's he's left feeling more confused than he normally does when someone mentions something he just doesn't understand.

Something tells him in his gut that Pell might be from a more different world than the people he has come to know.)

I'm...sorry. I only followed a little bit of what you just said. I get lost in most conversations about most worlds cause I don't recognize a lot of terms and things people talk about but I think you have an even more different language than others.

(He doesn't sound angry. He actually is just calmly explaining this so Pell would understand.)

A woman gave him to me. She didn't want a pet fish and thought I'd be a good person to take care of him. I haven't seen that woman in a long time though.

(He doesn't sound particularly upset. Maybe a little disappointed but the two of them had never grown close enough to warrant Newt being outrageously upset.)

But you can take care of him. It doesn't matter to me so long as it gets done.

[pellameno]

I'm sorry, I probably do... I don't think I mentioned that I'm not human. We have some different words and names for things. Like chesna. All I meant was I think the child in the image is ours but I don't know who would have carried him. I don't actually have any children yet. I'd like to someday, since it turns out my kind can reproduce amongst ourselves.

[ He tries to keep the wording neutral, a little nervous telling Newt this after being invited to stay with them. Like the offer would be rescinded now that he knows; he tries to say it casually. 'Oh yes, right, not human.' It's a big deal back home, where some people see them as monsters... Newt doesn't seem like he would, though. ]

What do you feed him?

[krangke]

It's okay.

(He offers a smile and then he's listening with rapt attention. Newt doesn't seem too surprised by Pell not being human. Not that he had anticipated as much but he had met enough non-humans here to not take it as an abnormality anymore. He was dating a werewolf, after all. He definitely didn't mind.

What does shock him was that Pell was able to give birth. Newt's too polite and kind to look over Pell after that little reveal but he is a bit stunned.)

But you...You look like a um-

("Male" he wants to say but suddenly doesn't know if that's rude or not.)

A boy, I guess.

(Either way, it's clear Newt's not repulsed or turned away from all of this. He actually just mostly looks curious.)

What are you then? I know some non-humans here too.

(Just so that's out there in the open. Peter being a werewolf was a secret of course but it's not like he was the only person here who could turn into a wolf.)

There's fish food. It's like these weird little pellet things. It's pretty easy.

[pellameno]

I was born male, but changed into something else a few years ago. Another name you've never heard, Wraeththu. I like to think of it as an evolution of humanity, since humanity is dying out. We're hermaphoditic so in theory it was always possible. And lots of people here guess that I'm a girl, I don't mind either way. We have feminine and masculine traits.

[ If you think of him as a boy he's an exceptionally pretty boy. ]

[krangke]

Oh.

(That's...quite a lot to take in. Though not so much that Newt stays quiet for long. He feels oddly jealous in a strange sort of way. He glances briefly down at his own body with a pinched frown before glancing over at Pell.

Truthfully, he was fond of rugged looks much better but Pell was lovely in his own way too.)

Do you have a preference then? I keep referring to you as a boy in my head. I know you say you don't mind but surely if you would rather I call you something...?

(Newt isn't even remotely socially aware of the whole gender pronoun thing. Not really, anyway, and yet he seemed to have little trouble automatically adjusting to this and wanting Pell to be comfortable.)

[pellameno]

[ Pell doesn't know what the frown is about. ]

It's kind of you to ask but I've never really had to think about it before now... pretty much everyone back home uses he because that's what we used to be. It's what I'd prefer.

[ They have some special words, like harling instead of son, but not everyone would use that. ]

Honestly, it's stranger that everyone here assumes I'm human. Back home people just know. And I've never been the only one of my kind, obviously. It's lonely in a way I wouldn't have expected.