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

[bekommen]

[Nick scrunches up her face.]

That's kinda gross, dude.

[thechoiceisyours]

Better than your cells getting all old and useless.

[bekommen]

Hey now, sonny, I will have you know that I have it on good authority that I'm gonna look exactly this good when I'm a hundred and twenty-six, thank you very much.

[She says this while pointing to herself, then pours herself another shot.]

[thechoiceisyours]

Oh, you see, that's totally not fair.

The only solace I have is that you'll probably still be talking about Blockbuster when you're a hundred and twenty-six.

[bekommen]

Ha! Prob'ly. "Back in my day, you couldn't just get a movie beamed right into your brain - nooo, you had to actually work for your entertainment!"

[She laughs again, but quickly sobers as she looks down at the drink in her hand.]

It's funny - I usedta think I wouldn't even live past twenty-five, and now - I guess I'm gonna live practically forever, unless something manages to kill me for good.

[And that's a more troubling thought than she's allowed herself to think since this whole mess started.]

[thechoiceisyours]

[Chris laughs at that first part, but then goes serious as well at her second. Some of it is out of sympathy for her, although more is because it makes him think as well; he'd always assumed he'd grow up, get a job, have a family, and live to some old age. But now that future--or any future--is so uncertain, because although he survived the mountain that isn't the end of things. Even if all he has to face is the fallout from that night, that's enough to change everything. It's enough to shatter every expectation he had for his life.

The whiskey is really tempting.

But he takes a deep breath and ignores it, forcing a bit of a strained smile and looking over at Nick again.]

Wow, kind of did better than just making it to twenty-five. I think you might need like, a word stronger than 'overachieving' for that.

[bekommen]

[She doesn't really know what to think about living that long, because she's never had much sight for the future. Certain goals, maybe - make it to eighteen and leave Winchester, make it from one shift at the bar to the next at the coffee shop and back again, practice singing a song until she knows it backward and forward. She never wanted a settling life, never wanted to be like her mother, married to her high school boyfriend, living and dying in the same one-stoplight town where she was born. Until the past year blew up in her face, Nick always figured she'd end up marrying Andy someday, because they were best friends for so long, because she couldn't imagine life without him. Now, though ... she's more adrift than she'd like to admit, and being here in Hadriel only emphasizes that for her.

She can't go spiraling down this path, though - not right now, not in front of Chris. Better to deal with it on her own, alone, or better yet, just try to forget it altogether.

She knocks back the shot and forces a grin.]

Overachieving? Them's fightin' words, I'll have y'know.

[thechoiceisyours]

[Of course, the two of them could actually talk about feelings, but why would they do an adult thing like that?

Instead he offers an equally forced grin, responding to her comment teasingly.]

Sorry, sorry. Don't wanna give the impression you're like, invested or something.

[bekommen]

Invested in what, living? I'm plenty invested - just like. An appropriate amount.

[Yeahhhhh, why talk about feelings. Nobody wants that.]

[thechoiceisyours]

Is there an inappropriate amount to be invested in living?

[Feelings are gross. Stupid, pointless banter is way better.]

[bekommen]

Well, I'm not like, suicidal or anything - that would be underinvested. And I'm not skipping around going "yay life, everything is awesome" - 'cause that would be overinvested. I'm just - you know. I'm here. [She shrugs.] It is what it is.