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

[quaerit]

[ It's the contents of a firework display in one single rocket. It's fires burning and stars exploding against the ceiling - Christ, it really did hit the ceiling - it's a haze of brightness and color that spirals off in all directions. It's his ears ringing despite how he'd covered them, it's pieces of plastic and shavings of rock raining down around them.

And then it's Ronan's hands on him, tugging at his hand and touching his jaw and holding his shoulder, and that makes Gansey let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding.

He's so still and quiet for a moment that he almost seems dazed. Then, all of a sudden, he's laughing. He turns, grabbing hold of Ronan in turn and laughing every inch of tension out of his body. Delight's shots had given him energy to burn, and that rocket has set it on fire. ]

Did you see that?! It hit the top, Jesus Christ, did you see?!

[ Of course Ronan had seen; he hadn't looked away, neither of them had. Gansey hooks his arm around him, suddenly and rough. ]

You beautiful bastard. That was brilliant.

[ He can't believe he came over to stop it. ]

[greywaren]

[If there is anything better than the rocket, it's this: Gansey's exuberance, his unbridled joy, the way he looks at Ronan like he's done something exceedingly, exceptionally well, like Ronan is magic and Gansey is delighted by him. Ronan's heart surges at the feeling, at Gansey's incredible grin and his impossible laugh, and the feeling of being dragged closer by a playful arm.

Brothers.]

Fuck you, of course I saw.

[But Ronan is laughing too, and he drags his hand over Gansey's shoulder in a rough moment of affection. He's so alive- they're so alive together, and he just lets himself feel it for a scattered second, to pin this moment to a corkboard and force it to stay bright in his memory.

He pulls away soon enough and moves back out into the street, still laughing about it, his vision and hearing still trying to adjust back to normal. There are remnants of the rockets charred in the dirt now, and he kicks at one happily, watching as it skitters down the road for a few yards.]

Still think this was a bad idea?

[quaerit]

[ Gansey loves seeing Ronan this way. He loves seeing him happy, loves seeing him laugh. Sudden affection overwhelms him. This is the Ronan who had dreamed up the Pig, the Ronan who had found him on the highway and melted away his anger with laughter.

This is Ronan not as he was before Niall, but as he could be now, finding a happiness that doesn't ignore grief but transcends it.

This is Gansey's Ronan. He has spent so long searching for the way back to that long-haired, brightly smiling boy he'd met during his first summer, and this Ronan is not that. But Gansey will take this. He likes this. Happiness in any possible form. That's what he wants for Ronan. ]

Absolutely. Terrible idea. Dangerous, and foolish. You probably frightened half the town. Not to mention the monsters in the caves. They won't know what hit them.

[ He follows Ronan out into the street. There's dust and ash raining down around them, the remnants of that rocket and its detritus. Gansey picks up a pebble that had been part of the ceiling a moment before.

He still hasn't stopped grinning. ]

What have you done to me? You're such a bad influence.

[ He says it with so much fondness, it can't possibly sound like a criticism. ]

[greywaren]

[Ronan can only watch in amusement as Gansey attempts to chide him, and he doesn't even bother trying to look remorseful at all. Gansey seems lighter now, as if a weight had been lifted from him, and while Ronan is sure that it's only temporary, he's determined to take Gansey's happiness where he can get it.

They aren't at odds with one another now, and though his ears are still ringing and his vision is still slowly returning to normal, he thinks that this is one of the best moments he's had since waking up in a train, all those years ago.]

I'm a great influence. Think of how boring your life would be without me.

[Ronan leans over to pick up one of the larger bits of debris, before throwing it at a nearby wall.

It's true, that Gansey's life might be a bit less exciting, on the edge, a little more normalized without Ronan, but Ronan refuses to even think about the possibility of a life without Gansey. Part of him isn't even sure if that's a possibility that exists for him.

But it doesn't matter, not now. Gansey is with him and laughing and nothing is wrong in the whole world.]

I've got to go find more fireworks now. Want to come with me?

[quaerit]

[ This is the two of them at their best. For no good reason, Gansey finds his mind drawn back two summers earlier, when Niall Lynch had still been alive and Ronan's hair had still been long, and it had been the two of them.

Ronan had been Gansey's first peer-age friend in...

Well, ever, most probably. He'd never overly enjoyed being around other children, even when he was one, and then for the last seven years his quest had been single-minded. Malory had been a friend, but Malory had also been a very old man.

And Ronan had been Ronan, and no part of him, actually, had been anything other than a very good influence. Gansey knows it. He feels like he's been trying for a long time to get that Ronan back again, the happier Ronan that he thinks of as his Ronan.

But his Ronan is here, in front of him. Throwing stones and talking about fireworks.

Gansey goes over to him, lightly knocking his shoulder. ]

Ah, well. In for a penny, and all that. Yes, I'm in. Let's see what they have left.

[ As if they're likely to run out any time soon... ]