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

[glacius]

Glacius frowns lightly, dropping his gaze to his hands again. Truthfully, he still feels like he doesn't completely grasp the difference--if the human's memories were transferred to his mind, weren't there still encoding processes that would make such a thing "artificial"? But then, he doesn't like to pry, and he gets the feeling there's no way to ask that question without seeming biased or ignorant.

"Well... if you are sentient, then you have the right to your own existence, the same as anyone else. And besides... even if you were made to be a clone or a copy, you can... still be your own being. There's a point of divergence, no? You now have experiences and memories that whatever or whoever you were based on does not, and that makes you unique. You shouldn't have to be stuck living in the shadow of someone else's life."

[synthedick]

A smile tugs at the corner of Nick's mouth. Of all the places to get such encouragement, he can't say he expected it here, and from someone who looks more like a super mutant than a human being. Surprises come in all packages, though, and good people come in all kinds. He should know better than anyone that looks can be deceiving.

"You're not wrong, that's for certain. It's just figuring out where that point of divergence is, since... well, everything I am is based on another person. The way I think, the way I feel. Most synths back home aren't trusted, and with good reason. Shot on sight just for what they could do. I pass well enough as human because of my personality, but even that, I owe to the cop I'm just a copy of. Every decision I make... it all comes back to how he'd have done it."

He sighs. "But here I am, chewing your ear off when we're both out here for peace and quiet." Not that he could see any visible ears on the stranger to begin with. "At least I can blame that kind of behavior on the original Nick Valentine, too."

[glacius]

"I'm not one for extended conversation myself, at least not usually," Glacius admits, lifting one shoulder and tilting his head to that same side in the ice alien equivalent of a shrug, "But... far be it from me to prevent you from getting this sort of thing off your chest. Makers know it's been a relief for me too, finding someone who feels somewhat the same about all of this, who understands the prejudices that I have had to face. And I can at least promise you that I will not judge you on the person you used to be, but the person you are now."

[synthedick]

Nick nods, glad to have found somewhat of a kindred spirit. "I appreciate that. Being something other than human has its advantages, especially in a place like this, but that doesn't mean it's easy. Folks are quick to judge, even without knowing exactly what I am. I'm betting you have it even worse when it comes to that. At least most can't tell what I am until they get a little closer."

He recalls something, and lets out a single laugh to preface it. "My first week here, one of the gods buried us alive. Half of us, at least. The other half were given some shovels and coordinates by the other two, and told to go dig us up. The woman who dug me up -- we talk now, but at the time, she didn't know me from Adam. The look she gave me said she'd have rather left me down there."

[glacius]

"I... who is Adam?" Glacius asks, a slight tilt to his head like he's not entirely sure if that is important to the story or not. There are other questions, of course--if this person is a synth, was being buried underground a threat to him? Does he even need to breathe? But he instead discards those, not wanting to be insensitive, and goes for a scoff instead. "A part of me wants to ask why the gods buried you alive, and then a part of me feels like I don't care, because none of the answers would justify it. There must be some way, to make them realize that they cannot simply treat us like dirt..."

Alright, maybe that wasn't the best choice of words, given Nick's anecdote.

[synthedick]

Another smile appears, this one aimed less at the stranger's confusion and more at himself for using such an idiom in front of someone who is clearly not from his world. "'Knowing someone from Adam' is just an old saying we have back home. Some folks believe he was the first human around, made from the earth by a benevolent god. It's a little like this place, save for the gods aren't benevolent and rather than making us from the dirt, they'd put us six feet under it and call it a day."

So yes, Nick did catch that unintentional wordplay.

"You tried talking to any of them yet? They show up sometimes on the network they've got around here."

To illustrate his point, he pulls out his own communicator, fishing it from his coat pocket with his skeletal, metal hand.

[glacius]

Glacius is about to ask why his rescuer would have rather left him in the ground if she couldn't tell him apart from a human, but then Nick is fishing out his communicator and that snatches up the alien's attention. He has one himself, but he doesn't use it as often as most. He's generally not very enthusiastic about having his hear up against a bunch of human chatter, though sometimes it can be useful for getting information...

"I have not. I remember seeing... Delight, I think it was, making a post upon her resurrection. But it is very odd to me to think that supposed 'gods' spend their time communicating with us all so commonly. And... I am not sure what I would even say to them, outside of demanding my freedom, which I imagine would only get scoffed at." For now, laying low and being a quiet observer seems to be the wiser option. He doesn't want to reveal his hand, or his vested interest in escaping the city.

[synthedick]

Nick runs his thumb along the screen of his communicator as he listens; the device doesn't seem to work as well with the bare metal as it does with the hand that still has some synthetic skin on it. It's inconvenient, but not having such a tool would be even more so. It's not optimal for everyone, but he finds it's a handy little gadget, one he could certainly use back home.

If he ever gets back home, that is.

"It is odd behavior from ones claiming to be gods," he agrees, "but I'll take whatever information they're able to offer. While I doubt it's all reliable, it's better than nothing, and any clues we can get as to how this place works could help us in the long run. It also doesn't hurt to get a feeling for how their kind operates."

[glacius]

"I suppose not," Glacius replies, blinking in mild surprise as the synth makes his points. He's supposed to be the one who approaches everything with a cool head, and yet here he is letting his frustrations with these gods get in the way of potential planning... he needs some time to rest, to calm his mind. This is all still too raw--and yet it doesn't seem as though he's likely to get any of that any time soon, not with the constant partying going on in the background.

The alien huffs, leaning back against the bench, tilting his head up and closing his eyes. "Nothing is ever simple, is it? When I go home I may never go off-world again. Exploring the universe was much more freeing when I wasn't aware of the true depths of the depravity and corruption that is out there."