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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.

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Partying had been well and good and all, if you are a party person.

Rey, however, is not. She's never been invited to parties, never partook in festivities at bars, and she sure as hell has never quite been this drunk before.

Lucky for her, she doesn't sleep that often. The music and the noise doesn't even phase her that much. When you've spent enough time on battlefields to the raucous noise of active gun charges and mortar, the sound of constant partying isn't so bad. It just... makes her jumpier more so than usual.

Having wandered away from the festivities, she makes her way to the riverside to check up on her dam. Perhaps even work on it a little while she's being the "all work, no play" insomniac that she is.

Until she notices a blue pile passed out by the waters.

Hands in the pockets of her cargo pants, Rey saunters towards the sleeping alien and judges him with the toe of her boot to make sure he's still alive.

"Hey," she says to the creature, her voice a little softer and more hoarse than one might expect coming from a face like hers. "Are you dead?"

Rather than waiting patiently for an answer, she peers a little closer to make sure whether or not he's even breathing still.

He is still breathing--the breath gusting in and out of fluttering gills on both sides of his neck in a regular, temporarily unbothered rhythm that suggests a very deep slumber. When he feels something nudging his body, and when he hears what he is assuming to be words spoken at him, the alien... well, he doesn't quite wake up yet. His voice is husky and not completely coherent, and given that he doesn't even have the energy to properly formulate words, what crawls from the pit of his throat is a grudging protest from a creature that does not want to be moved.

Whether his quiet, half-conscious "noooo" is a response to Rey's question or simply him protesting everything that's happening in this exact situation is not entirely clear.

"Got you that bad, huh?" She scoffs with another judge of her boot. "Don't suppose you had any of those shots."

Rey had seen what happened to the people who were winding down on those drinks, and decided to stay away from them. As someone who is used to two mere hours of sleep, she's somehow managed to figure out how to stay on her own two feet without them. It's a miracle that she's managed to escape the hangovers and the migraines in wake of the celebrations.

Edited 2016-03-23 21:09 (UTC)

Glacius heaves a mighty sigh that has huge clouds of freezing mist billowing up out of his neck and into the air, briefly obscuring his face. One hand swats, lightly and sluggishly, against the toe of the offending boot that keeps bothering him. A moment later and that seems to alert him, in a moment of rather delayed realization as he grips the same toe, to the fact that there is in fact someone else next to him; someone else who is seeing him in this sorry state.

The alien's head rolls around in the grass and one eye cracks open to the tiniest green sliver, then widens. His body tenses up--it's about the only movement he can manage in this condition--and he lets out a garbled noise of surprise, his mind still too foggy to really put up anything coherent.

If not for the fact that he was breathing, Rey would've wondered if the alien was alive at all. This is even further confirmed when he grabs her boot before she can give him a third little scoot to make sure he wasn't just dead weight.

She stops. Blinks.

"Taking that as a 'yes', then."

"What," Glacius croaks, blinking heavily, sleepily. He doesn't have the brainpower to let go of your boot just yet, sorry Rey; he can only process so many things at once in this condition, and apparently responding is using up all of his clouded mind's brainpower. He can already feel the headache coming back on. "A... a yes to what."

Mouth tightening into a thin, straight line, Rey yanks her foot back to try and release her boot from the alien's grasp.

"Delight's shots. Figured you might've taken a few."

Rey, on the other hand, spared herself of the regrettable experience.

Given that his body is essentially just a giant limp noodle right now, it does not take much for her to get her boot out of his grip. He doesn't really even react, his hand just plunks back down into the grass and stays there. Now the muscles in the alien's face tighten up as he concentrates and tries to remember exactly how he got where he is right now. His memory is hazy and the headache that is wreaking its revenge is not helping.

"...Couldn't get away from... from the noise. From the chaos. Couldn't even s-sleep," Glacius says, his face going unfocused again. "Took something that... allevi... all... ah, got rid of the problem. Not so simple. Should've known." How damn careless of him to ingest an unknown substance and then assume everything was going to be peachy. When he's back to being himself he's going to seriously kick himself for this one, for a variety of reasons. Right now he's still too out of it to have that sort of presence of mind; it hasn't even clicked that there's what appears to be a human looking down on him.

Wow, this guy is really out of it.

Not that Rey can necessarily blame him. Most things need a few decent hours of rest in order to feel better about their life. She doesn't hit him with her boot this time and instead hooks her foot around the other heel, somewhat standing there on one leg. Her hands link behind her back.

Judging by his anecdote, it sounds like Rey's suspicions have been confirmed.

"Well, now you look like roadkill," she points out with a shrug. "It happens."

"Lousy cursed miserable... 'gods'," Glacius groans, "If Delight hadn't invaded the entire city with her 'celebration' this would not have been an problem. I..." he trails off, losing the train of thought as his mind goes unfocused again. Given the fact that he's only gotten a couple of hours over the past few days, he honestly feels like he could pass right out again.

"I need actual rest," he realizes belatedly, "Somewhere... not here. Somewhere peaceful, where no one will stumble over me as you have, I..." Now he tilts his head back to look up at Rey, and not just at her boots, which are at his eye-level considering that he's prone on the ground. And then his body tenses again, a look of surprise overtaking his groggy features. "...Uh. Y-you're human." And not running from him or trying to cart him off somewhere while he's incapacitated? Sooner or later he's going to have to get used to this, but given how new he is to the city and how impaired his higher thought processes are, it's still throwing him for a loop.

Rey leans forward to get a better look at the alien, resting her hands on her knees. She's never seen anything quite like this guy before, which strikes her as odd. He isn't a monster, she can tell that much. Or, if he was, then he's the first one capable of talking to her.

The point is driven home when he assumes her species. She blinks, about to let him in on the fact that Delight has called a merciful end to the celebration of her resurrection and instead tightens her lips into a straight line.

"Not quite," she flatly retorts. "But if it's peace you want, think you can go home now. Wherever that is."

He doesn't look like any of the cave-dwelling creatures she's seen come in through the Door.

Glacius' response to that clarification is a quiet, flat, "Oh." He stares blankly back up at her as she looks down at him. Well. She looks fairly human. But looks are not everything. Maybe... maybe she's a ghost, like that other not-human he ran into during the party. Or maybe not. Who knows; he sure doesn't, and he's not about to pry.

"So... there's no more partying?" the alien's blank look changes to a plaintive one, like he's being delivered from some horrible fate. Please, please let him be free from this hell.

While Rey may consider herself an open book devoid of secrets, she isn't about to breach that subject with someone who looks like they're as hungover as this guy.

She sighs, retreating a step from the alien.

"No more partying," she confirms. "Looks like it ended a couple hours ago."

"Thank the Makers," Glacius groans, letting his head flop back as he basks in the concept of his salvation for just a moment. As he lays there and listens, he realizes that the flashing lights and booming explosions are gone, and there's no more music thudding away at the front of his skull. He could pass out right now, he's so relieved... or no wait, maybe that's just the lack of sleep speaking again. Or a mix of both. "If this is the sort of behavior your gods encourage, then I should hope that the rest of them remain in their graves."

"They're not my gods," she is quick to retort. In no way does she want to be associated with the gods here and their way of doing things.

Rey then pauses a moment, before getting an even closer look at the alien. She inspects his anatomy, from his blue exterior to his spikes. It's definitely different from the creatures she has seen. Plus the fact that he's capable of speaking English. That's new.

"Do you need help getting somewhere? You look like shit."

Glacius scrunches his face up as he looks back up at Rey. He doesn't know what "shit" is, but judging by her tone and the look she's giving him, he's assuming it's some sort of insult. Embarrassment at being caught in this predicament surges through him again, and he attempts to save face: "No. I am fine. This is... just a minor setback, is all."

... But even though all he wants is to find some quiet, secluded place he still isn't moving. His limbs work sluggishly, but they still feel like they've got massive weights holding them down. All of his energy has effectively left him, given that he hasn't taken any time to recharge it ever since he discovered those shots. About all he feels capable of doing is melting down into a puddle... which wouldn't help him get anywhere, but maybe it would make other people pass him by, saving him further embarrassment.

"A 'minor' setback," she parrots.

Even Rey can see that Glacius looks like death. Maybe not bad enough that he needs to be rushed to a medical facility, and certainly nothing that a few hours of good rest can't fix. But still.

She straightens her posture, her hands still in her pockets. "You don't look like you're going anywhere."

"I don't?" Glacius sounds genuinely confused for a moment, before he looks down at himself and seems to realize that he's still inert. Well... dammit. Maybe this is slightly more than a minor setback. He struggles weakly again, managing to at least flop partway over onto his side, and then gives off a quiet series of lamenting clicks when he realizes just how much that tiny bit of movement took out of him. From his awkward position in the grass, his green eye flicks back to regard Rey, looking uneasy.

"If I... ask for your help... you have to promise you're not going try and lock me up somewhere." Never mind the fact that if that was her goal, she likely would have done it already, rather than waking him up and conversing with him. Old experiences have some fears ingrained into him, but maybe letting himself accept help from someone will aid in beginning to break down those barriers.

A brow arches. Because, honestly. What does this guy take her for?

"Why would anyone want to do that?" She then huffs and shakes her head. "Know what? Never mind. Just come on, we'll find you a bed."

As she says this, she's taking him by the arm and helping to pull him onto his feet. Glacius might notice that, for someone who is human-shaped and definitely much shorter than him, she's much more solid than she appears.

Glacius opens his gills like he's about to answer that, but then Rey discards the thought and... well, that makes things much easier, honestly. He is not at all eager to delve into his past, or his unhappy history with humanity; and opening up to strangers is something the alien tries to avoid. Also, there's the fact that getting to his feet takes literally all of his effort and concentration; his head is already spinning again, and it's very hard to move when your limbs feel like they've all been replaced with wet noodles.

Thankfully, Rey is proving to be a surprisingly effective anchor. Though the alien doesn't mean to pile his weight on her, there's not much that can be done about it given his condition. "I... I am sorry about this. Normally I am not so... so..." he gestures aimlessly for a moment, then gives up, too tired to come up with the proper words. "...So... impaired."

Figuring that there's some sordid story behind that sentiment, Rey decides to leave the subject well alone. She knows she isn't ready to start going into her whole issues with the people she does know, let alone with someone she'd only just met. She would expect the same thing in return from others. Even if they appear to be strange alien creatures.

"You don't have to apologize. You're not the only one in the city who got fucked up from all of this." Rey somehow managed to make it through in one piece. Of course, that's also due to her avoiding Delight's magical yellow shots. Looking at the way it affected even this guy, she can't help but think how she certainly dodged that bullet.

"Maybe not, but I'm supposed to be smarter, more careful. I can't believe I ingested a substance when I had no idea what it was... how idiotic," Glacius mutters this last part under his breath. Lack of sleep could impair anyone's judgment, he supposes, but that doesn't make it any less embarrassing to be caught in this situation himself. "I cannot afford to let my guard down like that again."

"Everyone was acting a little stupid. Doubt anyone's going to judge you." Which also means that Rey isn't going to judge, either. She's got better things to do than to stand around and taunt some drunk alien about his follies.

Not like she's much better, anyway.

"How do you even ingest the stuff without a mouth, anyway?"

Such an invasive query may be a lapse in judgement on Rey's part.

Glacius lifts his head a little and blinks, taken off guard by the question... but then it's drooping again. Keeping it up takes too much effort right now. "I ingest then nutrients or necessary substances directly, usually by shifting my hands into the proper tools to do so. Liquids are particularly easy to absorb, as I do not have to break them down before absorbing them..."

Rey didn't know what she was expecting, but that certainly isn't it. "Interesting," is all she says about the matter.

Curiosity sated, she moves them forward.

"Where do you live?" It'll be easier to direct them if she knows which direction to go.

Event log: How Delightful

April 3rd

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"another NUDGE of her boot", oops

i gotcha!!

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i just imagined "glacius will remember this" popping up in the corner telltale games style

ahaha oh my gosh yes