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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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I thought it was just.... Magically not necessary. Not that it'd count up.

[This is so unfair.

And her question gets a first perplexed look, and then an unimpressed one.]

I'm like a foot taller than you.

[Okay, maybe not a whole foot, but he's definitely a lot taller. Not like it matters since he wouldn't make a grab for it anyway for several reasons, but still.]

[If she wanted to, Emily could come up with some witty line about how biology and physics and all of that don't work that way, quoting a few of the laws of both disciplines, but honestly she is so not expending the effort for something that might be wasted on Chris's hungover ass anyway.

Instead, she just arches an eyebrow at him.]

Please. Like you'd do anything to me even if you weren't a shitshow right now.

[Magic doesn't have rules Emily gosh.

Also damnit. Foiled by his own niceness.]

Yeah well. I'll do worse. I'll look pathetic, or like, sing badly.

[It is a secret fact that Chris can actually sing decently, but it definitely isn't a secret that he can also sing really badly if he wants to.]

[Wait, Chris, aren't you a nerd. Science is magic for nerds, isn't it??

Using a competitor's weakness against them is a tried and true tactic, Chris. Learn to social combat.]

Don't sing.

[She puts the glass down in front of him.]

What happened to being wary of hangovers?

I don't have a hangover. I had like two shots five days ago.

[This is purely not eating or sleeping for those last five days, though he did at least remember to drink some water. Nearly dying of dehydration was more than enough of a lesson to remember water is important even when he isn't thirsty.

Actually, how he feels right now is reminding him a whole lot of how he'd felt after being buried alive for three days, which he'd rather not think about. So instead he takes the water, finishing it in one go.]

Oh whatever. You look like shit.

[Arguing semantics right now, what the fuck. You really are a nerd.

Also, color her impressed, because that was a lot of water to just down like that.]

How did you even manage to stay up that long without crashing?

[He will totally argue semantics when he's right; if he's not, then semantics are lame.

And hey, chugging beer was his one party-boy skill, and it doesn't get any use anymore.]

I dunno. Those energy shots are just really strong and now I'm going on adrenaline, I guess.

[He'll doubtlessly collapse pretty soon though.]

I really didn't think they were just delaying everything. Ugh.

[Bitch you're only right if you agree with Emily because Emily is always right.]

Chris, come on. Like there's seriously a way to make people not need sleep? Those shots are like coffee on steroids, and you know people always crash when the coffee's out of their system.

[Fucking idiot.]

Do you need, like, aspirin too? [She doesn't even ask before taking the cup right out of his hand and getting him a refill. Because now she's going to fucking make sure you're hydrated, asshole.]

Are you actually arguing with me about what's possible here?

[Because he's pretty sure just being here is more than strange enough to make not needing to sleep seem like a minor issue, let alone the whole 'Hope can bring people back from the dead' thing.

He drops into a chair, only not having done so earlier because he was afraid he wouldn't be able to get back up, but at this point he doesn't care.]

Yeah, that'd probably be a good idea. My knee is just...

[Super painful because he'd been going nonstop for several days and didn't really feel any soreness in that time, so didn't have any reason to take it easy. Not to mention his headache, of course.]

And uh... Thanks.

I'm arguing how stupid it was to assume that something that good could happen here. She's called Delight, not Miracle-worker.

[Look, even resurrection came with its cons. Like coming to naked just because the wendigo had decided clothes weren't worth it, and waking up next to Josh -- or potentially a stranger.

Good, he's sitting. The prospect of dragging a passed out Chris to the couch or whatever was not an appealing one, not was it one Emily was sure she'd even act on.]

I can't believe you hurt yourself that bad, holy shit. I took like ten falls starting with the fire tower, and I was fine, [she says with a roll of her eyes as she sets the cup of watee in front of him and goes to the bathroom to grab the aspirin. She doesn't go so far as to shake a few pills out of the bottle -- Chris is a big boy, he can figure out the doseage by himself -- instead placing that bottle in front of him too.

Crossing her arms, she watches him with a scowl and a smirk -- she's being too nice, but she guesses it's merited based on the entertainment alone that he's providing.] How's coding those emoji coming?

[Ugh, okay, he can't argue with that. He should know better by now not to be so optimistic, in this place or any other.

He drinks his water more slowly this time, while Emily is out of the room getting the medication, and tries not to fall asleep until she returns.]

Hey, if you need someone to shoot a monster, I'm good at that. If we need someone to fall off stuff, we can call you.

[It's said with a small grin and a glance toward her, clear he's teasing even if he can't manage to affect the right tone to go with it, as he opens the pill bottle.]

Uh... Nowhere yet. I might have to ask Rhys a question first.

[He hasn't actually put a lot of work in yet, mostly because he hit a problem early on and then was too distracted by being hyped up on energy drinks to actually focus on continuing.]

Awesome. I'll put that on my fucking resume: Highly skilled in death-defying falls.

[Though she will definitelt keep in mind that he can shoot like fucking Robin Hood, except with a shotgun. Might come in handy later on.]

So basically my request isn't a priority. Wow. Thanks, Chris. Maybe let me know that before I help you through your next energy drink hangover.

Hey, that might be really useful here. Who knows.

[He does have Mike's revolver, which had been leant to him during the wendigo event, and he's hoping he never ends up having to use it but he's pretty sure that's ridiculously optimistic.]

Well, compared to like, finding useful stuff for the house emojis aren't that important.

[Though he's still teasing a bit.]

I'll uh... Try and get them working once I'm less dead, though. Promise.

I'm so looking forward to the day I have to use my falling skills.

[Honestly, though, he's got a point. A lesser person would've sustained fractures at least, and yet Emily got out of it with some cuts, some scrapes, a gash, and a bite. Not bad.]

Whoa, Chris. How am I supposed to flip you off from across the cave via text without the right emoji? Like, come on, they make it so easy to tell you when what you're thinking of bringing home is shit.

[She is aware that she has the advantage here, being that she's not sleep-deprived and starving, but is that stopping her? Nope. Seize opportunity when it presents itself. That's how you succeed in life.]

I will hold you to that. It's not just me you'll be letting down. I mean, if we score some happiness from this, we can trade Delight for good coffee, remember?

Yeah, same on the monster shooting thing. Totally great having skills that are only useful when in danger of imminent death.

[He's rather not ever have to shoot a monster again, just like he'd rather--and he's pretty sure Emily feels the same way--that Emily not fall off of anything any time soon.]

Uh, send me a selfie?

[And the mental image of that reminds him of something else, from a few months ago during the burial event; he'd been texting Johanna and she'd sent him a great photo of herself standing in a three foot deep hole, flipping off the screen. It had actually made him laugh despite the situation, and it's possibly the only good memory he has from that event.

Emily's last comment gets a dramatic sigh, before he finishes his water and crosses his arms on the table, letting his chin drop onto them.]

We don't even know she'll agree yet, Em. Which um... We should probably figure out before we do anything.

[Don't want to waste the generated emotion if it's not counting toward something.]

[Yeah, no, Emily is not looking to try bungee jumping in the near future, thank you.] At least shooting shit is a skill with more practical applications than fucking falling.

[.........really, Chris? Really?] Mm, maybe. But it's your own fault if Ash gets jealous. [Ashley has enough reasons to be pissed at her. Emily isn't looking to give her more, even if she, too, is mad at Ashley.

God. Maybe Delight should change her name to Drama, because everyone has been so fucking dramatic since the party started. That Bianca lady on the network, now Chris... 'everybody' is totally not an exaggeration, okay.]

She will. She got me tequila and hors d'oeuvres so I could party with all of you losers.

[Besides, fun is worth is, okay. There's not much else to do in this shithole.]

Considering like, how many times we all ended up falling off stuff I'm not sure.

[Chris rolls his eyes at her next response and then immediately regrets it, because ow his head.]

Yeah, she'll get so jealous she'll have to flip me off twice to make up for it.

[And hey, this seems like an appropriate time for drama. At least it's funny, exaggerated drama instead of serious drama.]

That was for the party though. Kind of a special occasion.

I still think she'll agree but we should make sure first.

[He's just being practical.]

[Resident Falling Expert isn't a title Emily wants, but if it means she can walk away after a near-fatal fall (while Chris is stuck with a limp after falling, what, six feet?), she'll take it.

Also, take that headache, bitch. You know Emily is right.]

Like she'd pass up on the extra power we could give her? But okay, Mr. Caution Is Best. Go ahead and ask ahead of time.

[Would Delight get more energy if she were Drama? The world may never know.]

I'd explain like, the logic here, but I'm too busy considering beating my head against the table until I knock myself out.

[Which might be preferable to this headache, at least until he wakes up and has two headaches instead of one.]

Try not to hurt yourself on my watch. Last thing I want is to have to drag your ass to the clinic.

[Because she won't. She'd probably make someone else do it, if Chris actually needed medical attention. Maybe Josh. Yeah, probably Josh.]

Yeah, I've had enough of being injured for like, a lifetime.

[So he'll do his best not to, though he knows that's probably not realistic here.

Also he's pretty sure he's going to fall asleep here at the table if he doesn't get up, and he's beginning to think sleeping here might be just fine with him. His eyelids may or may not keep fluttering shut intermittently.]

[His near dozing off has not escaped her notice. Or at least, she's not about to let him pass out here. He's right, he's been injured enough. All of them have.]

Hey, nerd, go to your room. You're gonna pass out. Nobody's interested in having to clean your drool off the table.

That sounds like so much work.

[But he lifts his head anyway, moves to get off his chair, and from a combination of exhaustion and his unstable knee and general clumsiness he ends up just tumbling face-first to the floor.

There's silence a moment, then--]

Nevermind. Leave me here to die.

Okay.

[And she leaves the kitchen with sure, leisurely grace.

And heads for the living room, where she grabs a few cushions and a heavy blanket.]

Here, [she proclaims as she returns to the kitchen, dropping the pillows right in front of him, and throwing the blanket so it lands covering at least some of him.] What, did you think I was going to carry you to bed? My super strength left when I got revived, and I don't feel like dragging you to your room.

[Chris is neither bothered nor all that surprised by Emily's agreement, though he is a little surprised when she comes back and tosses him a pillow and a blanket.]

Hey, I was being serious.

[Not about the leaving him to die part, but about generally being over the whole attempt to get to bed. This won't be the first time he's slept on a kitchen floor and it doubtlessly won't be the last, and although he could probably fall asleep on broken glass at this point he definitely appreciates the offering of some thing that will make the floor more comfortable.

He drags one of the pillows closer and pulls the blanket more over himself.]

But um... Thanks.

Event log: How Delightful

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that was supposed to be the eyeroll icon last comment, wow self

she was just really upset about her lack of emotes

yes her life is really hard, make her those emotes, chris

so demanding!!!

knows what she wants gets what she wants cant stop wont stop

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