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

[mismanagement]

[Maketh snorts.] I was a politician, you know. But I wasn't very good, so who knows. Perhaps it's your destiny.

[fictionalised]

You don't look much like one. You're missing the expression. Tilt your head up a bit, so I can see up your nose? If I can't see boogers, you aren't being snooty enough.

[ He doesn't expect she'll actually do it, so he moves on, curious. ] What kind of politician? I have to say, me and government don't mix very well.

[mismanagement]

[Despite herself - or perhaps because of the hangover and the oddities it brought up - Maketh found herself smiling. She did not, however, stick her nose up in the air. She had some dignity still.

Well. Maybe.] You? No.

[Of course he's a troublemaker. Maketh can see it in that smile. In his -- everything.] A minister. Though apparently the position is unique to my world. You could think of me as -- an administrator. With troopers.

[fictionalised]

So... you had an army.

[ He raises an eyebrow, shooting her a pointed look. ]

That doesn't exactly scream "administrator" to me.

[mismanagement]

[Maketh raises an eyebrow over her mug.] And yet I was. Drink your coffee.

[fictionalised]

Someone's bossy, [ Hawke remarks, but he takes a sip anyway. Afterwards, he pauses, eyes narrowed in thought as if he can't decide what he thinks of her. ] ...I like it. Very authoritative!

[mismanagement]

[Well, that's not the worst thing she's been called. Maketh rolls her eyes.] How else would I get my way?

[fictionalised]

[ Hawke hums thoughtfully. ]

I usually do it with a dagger to the throat. But that's just me.

[mismanagement]

[Of course he does. Why does everyone think that's going to work? Maketh gives him a dubious look.] And how has that worked out for you?

[fictionalised]

[ Hawke sees that look, and he's quite offended by it. That doubt hurts; he raises his eyebrows, looking disappointed in her. ]

Seeing as I'm terribly successful in all of my endeavors, quite well.

[ Bald-faced lie. ]

[mismanagement]

[Maketh gives him a side-eye over her coffee.] Oh, I see. Is sleeping off your hangover in the street part of the plan, then?

[fictionalised]

It shows vulnerability. Makes me seem relatable.

[ That's what Varric would have said, anyway, in the way he has that makes the whole world seem like just another story. Despite looking like death on two legs, he forces a self-satisfied smile. ]

And it's a great way to meet people, [ he finishes, motioning towards Maketh. ]

[mismanagement]

[Maketh actually laughs at that, a little.] You have me there. Perhaps this is all part of your plan.

[fictionalised]

Ah, yes, it's all a part of my dastardly plan to find the do-gooders of Hadriel so I can use them for my own dastardly needs.

[ A pause. ]

Well, no, it wasn't planned. But it is good to know who I can count on for my dastardly needs.

[mismanagement]

[Oh, this one's clever. Maketh sips her coffee, wondering what she ought to do with him. Certainly she could find a use for him if she tried. Cleverness tends to cut both ways, though. Better if it was an arrangement they both agreed to.] Hmm. And how do you know I'm a do-gooder?

[fictionalised]

Well, you haven't tried to murder me yet, so that's already an improvement over half the people I meet.

[ Not that you can blame anyone for trying to kill him. He takes the daintiest sip. ]

And I'm assuming this isn't poison.

[mismanagement]

[Maketh raises an eyebrow.] You certainly live in interesting times. And I'd hardly poison anyone now. I'd do it during the party. Everyone would be too hungover to determine a perpetrator.