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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.
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.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► Did you party too hard? Please report any character deaths right here!
johanna mason | open
[ Delight, Johanna thinks, is her favorite. Hope was unwilling to supply Johanna with morphling, but Delight seems to have less of an attitude problem. Johanna hasn't had alcohol in too long, and while it's no substitute for pure, injected opiates, it's pretty damn good.
Johanna doesn't care much for the lights, though, so she's gathered several bottles of the strongest stuff in Delight's bar and plopped herself on the steps out to the alley behind it. All she's missing is a brown paper bag, a cigarette, and a parking lot. Then the scene would really be complete. As it is, she's pretty happy, and even smirks at the person walking by. She's miss congeniality, for sure. ]
april 1.
[ There's no escaping the party. And while Johanna has a near-moral opposition to being nice to people, she doesn't have any problem with having some fun. Her idea of fun is just at the expense of others, that's all.
Johanna has joined the party with a bottle in her hand, as always, these days. She's dressed in her grey sweatpants from thirteen, but on top? Johanna's wearing nothing but a small, smooth black bra. Her chest, arms, and ribs look about as healthy as the rest of her (which isn't very), but Johanna doesn't care. She takes a swig, woops and grins, wolfishly. Johanna has one mission here: to fuck shit up. ]
What up, loser?
[ And she's going to start with bothering you. ]
april 1
Newt's just wearing his own sweatpants and a red sweater by the time Johanna comes over to him. He's never actually seen a girl- well. Anywhere near naked. The one time Theresa had changed near them, he had been the one who had to remind the boys that it wasn't appropriate to look. Not that he really understood why at the time but Johanna being shirtless? It's kind of reminding him of all those bodily difference between girls and boys. Yup.
His brows kind of just shoot up and he blinks sloppily.)
Uhhhh.
(He tips his head over to the side and frowns. Should he say something? He feels like he should say something.)
Right, yeah. Hi.
(He's got a margarita sort of thing in his hand and takes a quick sip.)
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You look pretty damn confused, kid. Had too much to drink? Here's a tip.
[ Johanna leans in, and whispers mockingly in Newt's ear: ]
You're supposed to enjoy yourself. Not stand around like an asshole.
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Oh, pfff.
(He gives her a hand wave, rolling his eyes. He's had way too much to drink but the kid's a bit of a tank. He's drank a lot more than is probably healthy for a regular person but details aside.
He listens intently when she whispers because clearly, whenever people whisper it is of the highest importance.)
Ummmm. I don't think assholes can just stand around. There's normally gotta be a person attached to them.
(He smirks a little bit at his own joke and leans back to look at Johanna, eyes bright.)
But hey, all righty. Then what should I be doing in your humble opinion, my apparent party guru?
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march 24
no, but seriously, dude's got a bottle and a cigarette, which is currently hanging from between his lips in the way that makes him look about ten years older than his nineteen.]
Hey, nice spot you found here.
[the level of his bottle and the way he swings it indicate that it's not too late into the night for him, and his voice is warm but not slurred yet.]
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Johanna gives the guy a little nod, not inviting him over, but not driving him off, either. So that's basically an invitation. He looks like he knows how to get drunk, like he's got some expertise built up from experience. Which is good. Johanna's steps aren't for amateurs.
She settles back on her elbows and takes another sip. ]
Lights are great I guess, if you're an asshole. But me? [ She tips the bottle, just a bit. ] I've got all the distraction I need.
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Flashy things aren't really my gig either, even though I'm told they go well with alcohol. Whatever. Alcohol goes well with alcohol.
[he drags on his cigarette and exhales slowly through his nose.]
Wanna smoke?
[it's only polite to offer.]
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april 1
Cute.
[ she looks Johanna up and down - she looks terrible but Cashmere knows why and keeps the snide comments to herself. her eyes stop on Johanna's breasts, which she considers with a critical eye. ]
Are yours real? [ inquiring minds want to know. ]
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'Course. Fuck if I was gonna let any idiot Capitol stylist get five inches within my birthright.
[ She looks at Cashmere's, equally critically. ]
I'm guessing yours aren't. The stylists for One are always pretty...cutting edge. [ Johanna's lip curls. ]
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Gloss owes me $100. [ because yes, the twins did make a bet about Johanna's boobs. ]
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april 1
He grins.]
Hey. Lookin' good, killer.
[It's a great nickname! And - well, at least the cancer patient chic thing is less evident, and she doesn't look like she's about to fall over.]
Having fun?
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Better than you, fuckboy! You're wearing too much. Thought you cared about the atmosphere and all.
[ She takes a swig of her drink and heads on over. ]
"Fun" is morally reprehensible, but yeah, it's not so bad with the booze. Alcohol and bright lights are always good for a numb good time. Couldn't get drunk fast enough.
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[And that is definitely all the encouragement Josh needs to pull his shirt off. He manages to juggle his bottle of liquor as he does so, not even needing to put it down. That's skill, right there. Alcoholic skill.]
Right? It's like they finally figured out we'll drink ourselves under the table and be way happier that way if they just supply the booze.
[Though he guesses some of the gods don't want them to be happy.]
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march 24
In long-ingrained habit, she jumps off the rooftop at an alleyway and quickly dusts herself off, pushing her plaited pink hair over her right shoulder...
And runs straight into someone drinking. ]
That stuff any good?
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It's shit.
[ She says, brusquely. ]
Get your own.
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With that recommendation, I will. [ Something that's actually half-decent. Or at least capable of getting her out-of-her-mind-stupid immediately.
(Which, really, isn't that hard.) ]
Careful you don't catch a cold. [ It would have sounded nice, if it wasn't said like she would be highly entertained by something like that. ]
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24th
Getting rid of bad memories? [ It's all about forgetting, isn't it? ]
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You betcha. [ She raises her bottle, just a bit. ] Three cheers to being numb.
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march 24
[Bob tells her, stepping out onto the stairs behind her.
He has eased. He hasn't had a single drink, but this is a bar, like any other bar, like his bar, Cousin Marv's bar. This is his stomping ground. This is where he has authority, is in control. He's not ostentatious about it, or flashy. He's just settled.]
I'd chase you off for an open container, actually. You could get my license revoked.
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Something as in, "wow Johanna, you're becoming really well-adjusted," or something as in "never knew that down-and-out substance abusers were a universal constant?"
[ Johanna registers Bob's ease -- and likes it. It rubs off, just a little. ]
If you did that, I'd probably punch you in the face. Luckily the word of law doesn't mean shit here.
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[april]
Of all the sparks, Johanna's has caught her interest the most. Her defiant, crossgrained anger, her unapologetic abrasiveness: Bianca finds her delightfully bracing, like a cold shower on hot skin or one's first swallow of spirits.
She sees the other woman across a crowded party floor, and a wicked impulse seizes her. She is utterly certain that surprising Johanna will get her an elbow to the ribs at the very least, perhaps much worse; and the certainty slows her not at all. She draws closer, walking quietly, using other people as cover, and if she can get close enough without detection, she'll attempt to lay her hands gently over Johanna's eyes from behind.]
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Johanna hates to admit it, but really, the attention is kind of nice. Especially when it's so bafflingly positive, but not saccharine. When Bianca lays a hand over Johanna's eyes, she reaches behind her and lays a hand on Bianca's mouth. ]
I shouldn't be surprised that you're the partying type. [ She snorts. ] Kind of a cliche, hmm?
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april 1.
Johanna. [It's about as much of a greeting as he can muster at the moment.]
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[ Johanna snarls, although maybe not as angrily as she would have without the alcohol. She's just proud of herself that she's using his name. ]
Please don't tell me you're trying to blow something up.
[ noob. ]
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