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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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[Maketh hums under her breath, not arguing. She is a bit surprised that Chris drank at all, considering what he told her once. But it was a city-wide party. Why not?] So I've heard. Do you want something to eat as well?

[She has food in her apartment, along with coffee.]

[He probably should've added an 'instead' after his words, but he's too tired to be thinking about communicating clearly; he'd had the shot Lilith offered him, but that was about it as far as alcohol goes. He'd thought the energy drinks would be fine, and a way better alternative to just being jumpy and exhausted the whole party, but no. He regrets everything.

At the question his stomach answers for him, growling loudly; it's been easier to ignore hunger than the need for sleep, but it's definitely still there.]

If I can stay awake long enough, yeah. That'd be awesome.

[Some socially tactful part of him is saying it's probably rude to just take all the offers, but he's too tired and hungry to listen to it at the moment.]

All right. There are steps here, okay?

[They've made it to the spire. Thankfully, Maketh's apartment is on the first floor and Amos seems to be either out somewhere or unconscious. They don't see each other very often. Either way he won't bother them.

Maketh holds the door open.] Take a seat. I'll get coffee.

[She can always put Chris on the couch if he passes out.]

[The warning is appreciated, because otherwise he would've fallen flat on his face and probably wouldn't have bothered to get up. It's still a bit of a struggle not to trip but he accomplishes it; even if he has to put a hand out to steady himself on the wall.

He isn't sure where to sit but since he'd been to the kitchen before, that seems like the best place; he manages to get into one of the alien chairs before leaning forward to rest his head on his arms on the table. Okay, this is nice. It's darker and sitting up takes a whole lot of effort.]

Thanks.

[It's muffled, since he isn't going to bother lifting his head to say it; he doesn't bother for his next comment, either.]

So're you not pissed at me anymore?

[He knows it had been mostly him being angry the last time they spoke, but he's guessing she felt similarly by how she'd ended the conversation.]

[They manage to make it inside without incident. Maketh is pleased that Chris doesn't faceplant. He's heavy enough that getting him back up again would not be an enjoyable task. For either of them.

Still, Chris seems less likely to punch her in the face for talking too loud. Imperials get testy sometimes when they're hungover.

So, you know, small favors.

Maketh hesitates at the coffee maker.] I was never mad at you. I--wasn't well. At the time.

[He sighs, which probably looks somewhat comical considering his posture and several layers of coats; yeah, none of them are particularly well at any point here, really. So not a big surprise, and he believes her.

He would still be mad if Emily was still bothered about what happened, but she seems to be over it so Chris is willing to let it go for now as well.]

Okay.

[It's still into the table.]

'M not mad at you either. If that matters.

[There's a small pause, before he adds an extremely weak attempt at a joke while still not lifting his head.]

Not saying it just because of the coffee either.

[Part of Maketh wants to ask, are you sure? Because it seems so simple. She answered and he accepted it. Just like that. No script was read, no protocol followed. It just -- happened.

She busies herself with the coffee instead, trying to keep her voice light.] I believe you. It's not good coffee. But it's -- something.

[Maybe she'll make him breakfast, if he stays awake long enough.]

I'm so not picky.

[He'll even drink coffee black if he has to, and he's one of those guys who normally shamelessly orders a ridiculously sweet drink at starbucks that costs as much as a meal.

He does finally sit up, straightening his glasses clumsily, looking like he might fall asleep at any moment. He doesn't want to, but he doesn't actually remember the last time he slept.]

I can't believe you're so awake.

[The coffee maker doesn't resemble the one she had back on Lothal in the slightest, but at least the steps are fairly simple. Maketh fills two mugs up and brings them over to the table. She comes back with condensed milk. There's no sugar, but the condensed milk ought to be sweet enough to make up for it.] I have practice. We'd get in trouble if we missed morning muster. Even if we were still drunk.

[She pushes one mug a fraction closer to Chris.]

[He reaches for the mug, even more uncoordinated than usual, but managed to add some condensed milk and put it up to take a sip without spilling it or anything. Small victories.]

I'd just skip school if I was tired or hungover.

[The benefit of being slightly spoiled. He hadn't drank much in high school, mostly because he didn't like making his mom give him the disapproving mom look, but when he did she'd never said a word about him skipping. In college, of course, it had just been his discretion, so too much drinking or just staying up too late just meant not going to classes the next day.

It probably would've been better now if he weren't able to get away with those things, but then again this is kind of an extreme case. He hasn't slept in something like five days, not just one.]

[Maketh looks surprised, fixing her own coffee just how she likes it. It has to be done correctly.] That was allowed?

[Of course civilians do things differently, but weren't their penalties for missing classes? The only excuse in the Academy was being in the infirmary or called away by an officer.]

Yeah. I mean, if you did it like... A ton in high school it was a problem, but college like... You can just show up to tests and be good, if you want.

[He's done that with a few easy classes that hadn't been worth attending.]

['High school'? There must be different levels in civilian education, then. And different names for all of them. Maketh stirs her coffee, eyes down. She wonders what it would be like to study in a place like that. In a subject of her own choosing.] Oh. That's -- hard for me to imagine.

[Any cadet who arrived late to a class without sufficient cause faced a punishment. Skipping one entirely was even worse. The instructor might decide that the entire group needed to learn a lesson about respect, and then they'd all get their share of the whatever retribution the instructor decided on.]

[He gulps down some coffee, thirstier than he thought, before setting the mug down carefully on the table again.]

There are um... Schools that are more strict too, probably more like you're used to. But they're like, boarding or military schools or whatever.

[He knows approximately zero about them.]

[Maketh drinks her coffee slowly. It's a little too hot, but she doesn't mind.] I suppose there are schools with -- philosophies more in line with yours? In my world. But they tend to be more expensive. Imperial academies give education in exchange for service.

[For a long time, she had seen this as a fair trade. Sometimes she wonders, though.]

Do you want something to eat?

Huh. It's like... The opposite, at home. The cheapest schools like... Don't care at all.

[He'd attended a pretty nice high school, but it had been a public one and so getting away with some skipping hadn't been a challenge.]

Only if you've got something already made.

[He's definitely really hungry, but he's not going to ask her to make something. If she's willing to part with leftovers, though, he's not going to be picky.]

That seems strange to me. [A lot of things about his world seem strange to Maketh. She supposes the opposite must be true as well. She sets her mug down and stands, stretching.] I'll see what I have.

[There's bread, at least. She could make him toast.]

I think uh... Most of us think stuff that happens in each others' worlds are weird.

[Very few people here who aren't from the exact same world have even the most basic similarities to each others'.]

Thanks.

No doubt.

[That doesn't make it any easier. Maketh ducks into the fridge and comes out with some pastry-looking things that she found earlier. The sugar will help, she thinks, and sets the box down on the table.] I'm not sure what these are, exactly, but they don't have meat in them.

[It feels important to say that.]

I'm so not gonna be picky.

[So that it's meat-free is definitely the only reassurance he needs, and the sugar should definitely help. He takes one, resisting the urge to stuff it in his mouth whole; he's definitely really hungry, but coffee and pastries on an otherwise empty stomach while he has a huge headache should probably be done cautiously.

To distract himself enough to take his time, he glances toward Maketh.]

So um... Things been okay?

[Since they last spoke.]

[The question catches her off-guard. Maketh takes a moment to compose herself, hands curled around her mug. Focus on the warmth from the coffee, the feel of the mug against her skin. Do not let your mind spiral.

Better. She took a drink, just to be sure her hands wouldn't shake. They didn't.] Better.

[She hesitates.] It was settled. With Emily.

[He's quiet at that a moment, nodding; both parts of her response are good to hear.]

Okay. Okay, cool, that's good.

[He's quiet another few moments, trying to decide if he wants to say anything else, but...]

Em uh... Doesn't really have anyone looking out for her, so...

[So he's been trying to, and that combined with being oversensitive about friends hurting other friends had been the reason for his anger earlier. But if Maketh and Emily have worked things out then everything is okay; Emily doesn't forgive lightly, after all.]

I showed her how to land a blow. Properly. [Maketh doesn't say that she stood still and let Emily hit her in retaliation. She has a feeling Chris would not understand.] She's--strange. But strong, I think.

Oh, great, I'll be extra careful not to piss her off in the future then.

[It's a small joke, but also half-serious; he'd been pretty out of it most of the time the group had been in the lodge's basement back home, but he definitely remembers witnessing how hard Emily could slap someone without any training.]

But uh... Yeah. She's really tough.

[Which is surely how she survived the situation she ended up in at home.]

[Maketh smiles at that, just a little, and tugs one of the pastries free of the bag. A little sugar wouldn't hurt.] A wise course of action, I think. But--you are correct. I've never met anyone who spoke so freely.

[She hesitates.]

I am sorry. That you and the others have needed to be that strong.

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