hadriel_logs | 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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"It isn't that bad!" Noah assures Glacius, continuing to hug him. "Not after a while anyway, you get used to a lot of it, and - and people here are super nice!"

Alright, the physical contact is... still persisting. The ice alien does not want to seem rude, but he's not sure he's comfortable with this lasting as long as it is. If he new the person who was doing the hugging better, maybe, but they are still fairly new acquaintances, and that is not grounds for this kind of gesture in Glacius' culture. Eventually he tries to pry Noah off of his torso.

"I appreciate your condolences," the alien says apologetically as he separates them, "And I... appreciate you trying to soften the blow a little bit with your words. But I do not belong here. While I have no doubt that some individuals can be nice, that does not mean I am not an outsider among humans, and it does not mean that I relish the idea of being stuck in a place where I am to be used by its overseers. Besides-- I have heard lots of stories of what goes on in this city. They do not inspire peace of mind."

On the bright side, Noah is actually fairly easy to pry off. He's the very relaxed and loose-limbed of the inebriated and the prying makes it clear that Glacius is Done with the hug.

"Oh yeah. Like, it's ... it's got bad parts, sure. but. I think a lot of places have bad parts. At least this place has alcohol with them."

Glacius makes a face. "That is little consolation to me. I cannot allow my sense to become impaired... I have important work that needs to be done. And yes, a lot of places have their drawbacks, but the bad parts of this city seem to be particularly troubling. How often do you come across a place where you are nothing but a tool to be beaten up and manipulated by its overseers?"

He's aware that he's being rather pessimistic to a human who is just trying to cheer him up, and he does feel somewhat bad about that... it's just that his scenario is pretty much a nightmare for him in multiple ways. It'd be putting a bad taste in his mouth if he had one, but he wants to at least try to give some ground here. "...But regardless, I will endure. And maybe eventually I will find... something... that makes this place more bearable in the meantime."

"A witch possessed me once back home. It was pretty awful." Noah comments. His lot in life is to be beaten and manipulated by otherworldly forces it seems, sometimes.

"I'm sorry," Glacius responds, with a quiet and genuine tone, "Subversion of one's will is a terrible thing. It must be difficult, knowing that you are not entirely free from that here, where the gods hold us under their sway... for you to be able to continue to find the positives in life takes great strength."

"Huh... I never thought about it as strength." Noah just kind of filed it under other reasons he was a coward - determined to find a positive side so he wouldn't have to accept the awfulness of it.

"You're really nice. I like you."

"O-oh," is about all Glacius has to say to that, going a little bit straighter and rubbing at the back of his head--he's not used to being on the receiving end of such forward compliments from someone of another species! And nice is certainly not a descriptor he hears often, given that he's a tough intergalactic marshal and warrior that usually has to come down pretty hard on any who violate the 88 Decrees of his people. A moment later, however, he seems to find himself--or at least realizes that he should say more in response. "...Well... I-I am glad you think so. You are nice too. Not many have offered me such... direct condolences for the situation I find myself in."

Noah's smile could light up a room, it's so bright. He's a simple boy of simple pleasures. Also he's drunk, but also enough of his personality degraded to make him softer at the edges than the teenage shitbag he was when he was alive.

"I should go find my friends. And maybe lay down. I tend to get really bad hangovers. But it was good to meet you!"

Ah--hm. That beaming smile is a much more vibrant reaction than Glacius had anticipated, and--much like the hug--it's almost like he doesn't know what to do with such direct, focused emotion. But at least this time he's making a more active effort to respond properly; the alien blinks, then dips his head.

"Yes... it was good to meet you too--" and then he suddenly realizes they haven't exchanged names. Emitting a series of clicks under his breath that might very well be a some alien self-admonishment, Glacius places a hand to his chest. "--Ah. My apologies, but I never did get your name. I am Glacius."

Noah gives a gasp of surprise himself. He's usually good about giving his name, but. Well, when he's drunk, everyone is already his best friend.

"Glacius! I'll remember it! I'm Noah!"

"Alright then, Noah. If you need to go lay down, I will not keep you." In fact, the ice alien is pretty sure that would be best for the kid right now--hopefully some rest will get his head on straight, and his feet back firmly underneath himself. "Be careful on your way back, yes?"

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