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

[wormintheglass]

[It doesn't occur to Bianca her reaction could be taken for shock: in fact it was closer to a sharp spike of approval. It's not that she particularly wants anyone impaled - even on her worst mirror barge days, Bianca was never that kind of torturer. But she loves the visceral imagery of Johanna speaking of it.]

It used to snow on the Barge as well. On the deck of a spaceship, of all things. Which idiot God came up with it here, I wonder?

[She keeps up with Johanna's speed, easily if not effortlessly: the rising tempo reflects itself in Bianca's hearts pounding, her breath coming faster. But the eyes she raises to Johanna's sparkle with joy at the challenge.]

Do I look like I came to you for polite conversation, Johanna?

[morphinum]

A spaceship?

[ Johanna raises an eyebrow. She's vaguely heard the term in a few stories, and the word seems self-explanatory enough, but it doesn't seem like something that could possibly be real. ]

You're shitting me. You sure you didn't hallucinate?

[ Johanna gives Bianca a teasing tap on the skull. ]

No, you didn't. You came to hunt.

[ Hunt for what, Johanna can only infer. Secrets? Lust? For Bianca, one seems to equal the other. ]

[wormintheglass]

[She smiles, at that: not her thin cat-smile, not the theatrical smile she offers acquaintances on the network, but the genuine article, small and fleeting and brilliant.]

Of course I did. But you're no one's quarry, are you, saltfish?

And no. She was perfectly real, I docked my own ship there long enough. Of course that didn't come through the bloody door. I don't think I was even surprised.

[morphinum]

You should know that by now, unless you're dumber than I thought.

[ Johanna says, her hoarse voice bordering on a purr, as per the rules of this game.

Johanna sees that smile, catalogues it for future reference. Genuine feeling like that is a dangerous thing, and Johanna wonders if Bianca knows the risk she's taking, if she cares. Whatever it is, Bianca shouldn't trust her. That's for sure.

Johanna snorts. ]

You'd think if the gods could make a metaphysical fucking door, they'd make it big enough to be useful.

[ Johanna rolls her eyes, but it's a little good-natured. An exchange for the smile, she tells herself. Nothing more. ]

[wormintheglass]

[Bianca, taking full advantage of Johanna's three inches of height on her, looks up at her through her eyelashes.]

And you know by now if I were dumb we would neither of us be here.

[And then she narrows her eyes.]

That door is exactly wide enough for their purposes. It's a lobster pot in the Vortex - wide enough from outside.

But you knew that as well as I do. If we were free to leave, where would you want to go first?