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

[morphinum]

[ The snark is something Johanna can handle, and she smirks at Kate's comment. ]

Thanks for the warning, mom. But look at me, I'm the epitome of togetherness and self-care.

[ Johanna takes a swig, just to prove her point. ]

[dedikated]

[ Yeah, somehow... not the most convincing argument. But hey, who is she to argue? She doesn't even have a clinic to use as leverage right now and her only medical specialty is fucked, thanks to this place.

She contemplates the snarky answer for a moment, it's easy and long-familiar, but there's a voice in her head - the one that can sound like Faith, or her mentor, or Jon - muttering things about being the bigger person. ]

I wouldn't want to be stuck in this place sick, meself.

[morphinum]

[ Johanna has learned to ignore that kind of voice. She's very good at it. ]

No shit.

[ Johanna says, flatly. Hadriel is a far cry from paradise, that's for sure. ]

Where would you want to go, if not this barrel of laughs?

[dedikated]

[ She leans against a wall and glances up at a whole lot of nothing, exhaling. ]

Home. [ The answer's honest, because why not. The girl's drinking and Kate is hearing voices that are too achingly familiar. ] Back in my clinic where someone would tell me to fuck off until I got better. [ Because God knows that Jon wouldn't let her around the patients hungover, never mind actually sick. ]

[morphinum]

Clinic?

[ Any small amount of warmth Johanna might have developed vanishes. ]

Are you some kind of fucking doctor?

[ Johanna doesn't want to get examined, thanks. ]

[dedikated]

More like admin. [ Which isn't exactly untrue. The only medical advice Kate is qualified to give out is whether someone's powers are fucked. And first aid. ]

What about you?