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

[casperdisaster]

You shoulda had a mojito too. They’re minty. If you’re gonna be fucked either way.

[Never mind that Gansey is only exceptionally tired while Noah is low key wanting to die a third time. His stomach keeps doing the unpleasant jumping and clenching thing where it is telling him that if there was literally anything else in it, Noah would be getting sick all over his own floor. He still has to pause at the edge of the bed to breathe in and out through his nose for a few seconds before he gathers his wits about him again. Or as many wits as he has left.]

Right. In you go.

[Noah helps Gansey into bed. Which, in this case, means kind of giving him a gentle shove so that if he falls it’ll be into it.]

[quaerit]

Mmm...shots...

Were minty.

[ Says Gansey, vaguely. He stumbles on his way into Noah's room, but somehow or another, he manages to end up on the bed. He knows this because it feels its softness beneath him, and with a great effort, he manages to turn to look up at Noah. ]

You, too. You in, too. Sleep it off.

[ The nausea, he means. It'll be better in the morning. Most likely. ]

[casperdisaster]

Oh I'll probably be feeling this for another day. At least.

[He had a LOT of liquor and a LOT of shots, is what he's saying. Once Gansey gets on the bed Noah climbs on too - over Gansey if he's gotta, he doesn't really trust himself to circle around to the other side properly. He doesn't bother with covers. Obtaining a pillow is good enough, he'll drowsily burrito himself in blankets later on.]

Oh... I'm a cuddler. Not so much when I'm sick, but. You know. Warning.

[quaerit]

[ Gansey, who is already half asleep from the sheer effort of staggering in here, takes a moment to process what this means. Why is Noah telling him? It's hardly going to matter to him if -

Oh.

Yes, well. With a great effort, he pulls one eye open. ]

I don't think I'm in a state to care. Just lie down, please? I don't want to take up your whole bed.

[ Especially if Noah will be feeling this for a day or so. In Gansey's defence, he assumes that he'll wake up in the morning feeling fine. He does not know he's going to be asleep for several days himself. Blame Delight for that. ]

[casperdisaster]

[Noah makes a vague sound of agreement, getting aggressively comfortable in the bed. God, he loves this bed. It's like sleeping on a giant marshmallow.

This does mean he ends up kind of sinking close to Gansey anyway even if he doesn't intend to, turning onto his side and beginning to restlessly doze in and out.

In a few hours he will end up snuggling against Gansey's side. To be fair, he warned Gansey. The first couple months he was alive he had to sleep with zero privacy and he got very used to having others around. It's a comfort to him, and he falls asleep much easier even with the pain of the hangover.]