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Event log: How Delightful

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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Noah is absolutely not looking for a quiet place to hide out when he quite literally runs into Glacius. Considering the way his arms pinwheel and his legs stagger in an attempt to catch his balance back under him, not to mention how his eyes seem unable to focus -

Well, it doesn't take the smell of liquor coming off of him to tell this boy is drunk. Or the way he pauses, holds his hands out in front of him again, and looks up at Glacius.

"... Whoa. Cool."

Noah has been drinking since this party started.

Glacius gives out a stunted squawk of surprise when Noah bumps into him, recoiling immediately from the contact. He's not big on touching people at all, so at least the teen finds his balance on his own--otherwise he'd have had to reach out and catch him. His disdain for the loud, invasive party and the drunken antics of all who are partaking aside, he's not the sort of being to just stand there and let someone potentially bite it unless he really doesn't like them.

Unfortunately, the way that Noah is staring at him does not put him as ease. It's one of the dangers of looking around--there's always the possibility that he could be spotted. Well. Hopefully when this human sobers up he will assume that his sighting of such an exotic being is merely a product of his intoxication...

In the meantime, hopefully he can discourage such careless behavior. The alien tilts his head slightly as he watches the human in front of him stumble about like a newborn chick. "Perhaps you should cease your intake of alcohol. You could incur harm from your lack of coordination."

Noah waves his arms in what is probably meant to be a dismissive kind of wave at Glacius, but ends up being a bit too loose overall to be much of anything.

"Nooo. No. I'm good. I'm great. I've been drinking for a long time. I mean. Uh. Like. I am an experienced drunk. Although I have also not been sober for days. I'm good." He pauses for only a moment then slowly gives Glacius a very carefully thought-out thumbs up.

"... Are you an alien? I met an alien before, she had horns on her head, like this-"

Noah makes a gesture that looks similar to cat ears.

"-And they were colored like candy corn... I miss her. She had kittens and let me pet them."

At that, Glacius simply scoffs. He's "good"--right. He looks like he needs his head dunked in a tub of cold water. And clearly not so experienced, if he'd let himself get this far gone--to the alien that just suggests neglect, or carelessness. However, Noah's subject change takes him off guard, and his dull, unimpressed stared breaks into something more open for just a moment. He's faced with an alien and that's it? That's all he's going to say? Maybe what he's heard about nonhumans being commonplace here is true...

"I am," the ice alien grunts, shrugging one shoulder. "...I admit, I am surprised that you are... so calm about this. Though perhaps the alcohol is dulling your responses."

"You are?" Noah's asked several people if they've been aliens in the past, but he's always been wrong. To finally get a yes, even drunk - this is making his day. He's clearly not the same kind of alien as Di, but Di was nice and took care of Noah when he was still freaking out about being a physical being again.

"Oh, no, I mean. Maybe? But I'm a ghost. Usually. Back home I've been dead for almost eight years, but I've got a body here, so it really isn't my place to judge others."

That stops Glacius up short. He blinks, his green eyes flicking up and down once to look Noah over--he doesn't look anything like the ghosts he's seen, but then his exposure had been very limited. On the other hand... maybe this boy is attempting to fool him, or poke fun at him. It's hard to tell, given how off-the-wall the remark seems paired with Noah's obvious inebriation.

"I... is this some sort of... drunken prank you are attempting to pull? Trying to fool the alien who does not know all that much about human life, perhaps?"

Noah attempts to look as serious as he can.

He doesn't really pull it off well, because he's drunk. Also Noah's natural expressions are more along the lines of anxious and uncomfortable and very sad.

"Only people who haven't been dead would joke about being dead. It sucks. I don't recommend it."

Even though he's no master of interacting with humans, Glacius can tell that he's inadvertently stepped in something. As someone who has been near death himself a handful of times, he can only imagine; the icy alien raises both frosty white hands, attempting to be placating.

"My apologies, then." Damn, what else does he even say to this? "I have met ghosts before, but none as ah, open-minded or... well, sane as you. I was simply unsure. You said it was not your place to judge others--it is not mine, either."

Noah opens his mouth and takes a deep breath like he's ready to maybe start yelling, or possibly read Glacius the riot act.

Instead he just gives a great exhale of a sigh after that, like a boy carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. He isn't, it's just very tiring to be dead, even when you are sort of alive now.

After that, Noah smiles.

"It's okay. I'm the only ghost like me. And I'm not a ghost right now, which is the important part. Are other ghosts mean about you being an alien? ... Are they alien ghosts?" stop him before he gets on a tangent.

The alien does indeed hold up his hands, as if gently calling for stop to the bareage of questions. "I--ah--it's not that they're mean specifically towards me, they just... had their goals and wanted to remove anyone that stood in the way. But certain beings have been very prejudiced against what I am... and as for alien ghosts, well. If you are asking if ghosts of my species exist, I have never encountered them, and if they do in fact exist, they have taken physical forms like the ghost on earth that I encountered did. I am unsure what made the spirit that I encountered rise up in the skeletal remnants of his old body... there were a lot of odd, unnatural forces at play when I visited."

"Oh man, oh man. Odd, unnatural forces are the worst." Noah says sympathetically, even though he's probably got the totally wrong idea of what Glacius had actually interacted with. He's vulnerable to possession and manipulation when he's a ghost though, so he's had more than one Supremely Creepy Moment thanks to that.

"Ah... yes, it was quite harrowing," Glacius responds, seeming surprised by this not-human's emphatic agreement. "And it seems like I am not yet finished with them, if what I am hearing of this city is true. How long have you been here?"

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"A few months." Noah says with a long suffering sigh and a shrug that slightly throws him off balance before he's able to catch himself again. "Um - I think - I think I was in the first group to get here?"

"A few months," Glacius parrots, looking shocked. "You've been here that long, and no one has come up with any means of escape?" That is not good news. That is so far from good news that he honestly doesn't know how to approach it. Is he going to be trapped here for months? What of his mission?! No, no no no. He stares at Noah, like he's imploring him to say that he had simply misspoken.

Noah understands the panic that seems to overcome Glacius over that news. Well, he's pretty sure it's panic, it isn't like Glacius is exactly human, and it isn't like Noah is exactly sober. He understands it's bad news though.

"... I'm sorry."

So, you know.

He hugs Glacius. He's truly sorry.

It's not panic, necessarily--he's a calm being with a lot of resole, so in order to get full-blown panic you'd have to do something very drastic--but it is a state of intense surprise and dismay. However, what Noah does next at least manages to distract him from all that. Glacius' people are very big on personal space, and he particularly wasn't expecting this physical of a gesture from someone that still seems fairly human, so when he's hugged he goes straight as a board and gives off an awkward warble.

"I--it's--it's alright." It isn't, really--he hates the idea of being stuck here for months--but he has no idea what to do or say or say in response to the hug so he just sort of... stands there, giving Noah a halting, awkward pat.

"It isn't that bad!" Noah assures Glacius, continuing to hug him. "Not after a while anyway, you get used to a lot of it, and - and people here are super nice!"

Alright, the physical contact is... still persisting. The ice alien does not want to seem rude, but he's not sure he's comfortable with this lasting as long as it is. If he new the person who was doing the hugging better, maybe, but they are still fairly new acquaintances, and that is not grounds for this kind of gesture in Glacius' culture. Eventually he tries to pry Noah off of his torso.

"I appreciate your condolences," the alien says apologetically as he separates them, "And I... appreciate you trying to soften the blow a little bit with your words. But I do not belong here. While I have no doubt that some individuals can be nice, that does not mean I am not an outsider among humans, and it does not mean that I relish the idea of being stuck in a place where I am to be used by its overseers. Besides-- I have heard lots of stories of what goes on in this city. They do not inspire peace of mind."

On the bright side, Noah is actually fairly easy to pry off. He's the very relaxed and loose-limbed of the inebriated and the prying makes it clear that Glacius is Done with the hug.

"Oh yeah. Like, it's ... it's got bad parts, sure. but. I think a lot of places have bad parts. At least this place has alcohol with them."

Glacius makes a face. "That is little consolation to me. I cannot allow my sense to become impaired... I have important work that needs to be done. And yes, a lot of places have their drawbacks, but the bad parts of this city seem to be particularly troubling. How often do you come across a place where you are nothing but a tool to be beaten up and manipulated by its overseers?"

He's aware that he's being rather pessimistic to a human who is just trying to cheer him up, and he does feel somewhat bad about that... it's just that his scenario is pretty much a nightmare for him in multiple ways. It'd be putting a bad taste in his mouth if he had one, but he wants to at least try to give some ground here. "...But regardless, I will endure. And maybe eventually I will find... something... that makes this place more bearable in the meantime."

"A witch possessed me once back home. It was pretty awful." Noah comments. His lot in life is to be beaten and manipulated by otherworldly forces it seems, sometimes.

"I'm sorry," Glacius responds, with a quiet and genuine tone, "Subversion of one's will is a terrible thing. It must be difficult, knowing that you are not entirely free from that here, where the gods hold us under their sway... for you to be able to continue to find the positives in life takes great strength."

"Huh... I never thought about it as strength." Noah just kind of filed it under other reasons he was a coward - determined to find a positive side so he wouldn't have to accept the awfulness of it.

"You're really nice. I like you."

"O-oh," is about all Glacius has to say to that, going a little bit straighter and rubbing at the back of his head--he's not used to being on the receiving end of such forward compliments from someone of another species! And nice is certainly not a descriptor he hears often, given that he's a tough intergalactic marshal and warrior that usually has to come down pretty hard on any who violate the 88 Decrees of his people. A moment later, however, he seems to find himself--or at least realizes that he should say more in response. "...Well... I-I am glad you think so. You are nice too. Not many have offered me such... direct condolences for the situation I find myself in."

Noah's smile could light up a room, it's so bright. He's a simple boy of simple pleasures. Also he's drunk, but also enough of his personality degraded to make him softer at the edges than the teenage shitbag he was when he was alive.

"I should go find my friends. And maybe lay down. I tend to get really bad hangovers. But it was good to meet you!"

Event log: How Delightful

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