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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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[Maketh loves you too, Newt. You weird shirtless child you. She brightens, clapping excitedly. Look, he's learning! Isn't it fun to learn new things?] That's the best app--application.

[Big words are hard. Maketh laughs, fluffing Newt's hair again.] And then you can lose your close and let them pull your dancing braid. And it's super fun.

[Wait. Newt has no dancing braid. Maketh considers this.] Don't worry! You can improvise!

(Learning is clearly the most fun anyone can have while inebriated. It's the best time to learn. God he loves learning. Learning so much.)

Is it! Isn't it, I mean!

(Newt has no idea he's actually a Super Virgin. He laughs loudly and brightly when Maketh winds up ruffling his hair again and god, she is just so awesome. Look at her go.)

Pulling on hair can be fun?

(Color him intrigued. He reaches out and claps his hand onto her shoulder, eyes large.)

Maketh. I think you have a lot you could teach me. Let's go somewhere. Like, let's just go talk the shit. I think I need- I need to. I mean. I'm hopeful.

Wait - no- hopeless.. I'm hopeless!

[Oh dear. Clearly there has been a lack of education in Newt's life and that must be corrected immediately. Maketh nods seriously, bumping her forehead against his. It's very important to know things.] That is such a good idea.

[They're going to do that. Oh yes. Maketh brightens, noticing the bottle on the ground.] Is that wine? Bring the wine.

(More like a lack of memories. Maybe he had read up on all this stuff before. No one could say for certain but hey, lack of education in current day Newt-brain yes.

He nods very seriously back, head bobbing.) Probably the best idea I have ever had in my entire life maybe.

(Or was it Maketh's idea? Shit, he can't even remember.)

It is wine. I'll definitely bring the wine.

(He bends down to grab it and actually still has pretty good balance all things considered. He heaves it up and juts it into the air.)

Onward! Somewhere! I don't know where!

(Oh, wait.)

I got a garden. I'd say let's go to my place but yanno.

Your garden!

[Because no, they're not going home that might be weird and besides, Maketh doesn't think she could manage the stairs right now.] Gardens are good for wine. It's science.

[She's thinking of the garden parties she went to on her first tour, the fancy affairs on some noble's estate with all the gold statues and tiny, inedible food-things. But this will be better, because there's wine and Newt and - most importantly - they'll be furthering Newt's education.

That's a very good cause, yes it is.]

(Definitely a little weird. Especially since what they're about to talk about and all.

Garden sounds perfect though and Maketh makes an amazing point.) I'm named after a scientist. Isaac...Isaac...Oh my god...OH! Newton. Haha duh. Newton. That dick. Science- wine- what?

(What were they talking about again? Right, going to talk. Wine and gardens.

His garden probably isn't a thing like what Maketh is used to in terms of 'gardens'. It doesn't take too long to get there thankfully. It's just a plot of land with rows of crops just starting to poke out of the earth. He plops down on a patch of ground that's not used for planting and smiles.)

All righty, Maketh, let's do it. Let's learn.

(He gives her the wine because she deserves the honor.)

[Wait. Waaaaait. Newt is named after a scientist? Maketh beams at him, braid swinging wildly. But wait, there's the garden, Newt's garden that he's been working so hard on and look, plants. There are plants sticking up out of the ground, or things that might one day be plants, and Maketh forgets about the scientist that Newt was named for.

Because. They're going to learn things.

Maketh does a thing halfway between sitting and falling on her ass, but manages not to spill the wine everywhere. It's red and heavy, she can smell it, she likes it already.] Yes. Let's learn.

[Wait. She pauses, squinting at him over the wine bottle.] Whatdya know? So I can skip that.

(Learning things is of absolute important. Yes, yes it is.

Newt does not judge Maketh for falling. As a matter of fact, in his mind, she looks as graceful as a swan descending from the heavens. Or something? He's got a lazy sprawl going himself so yanno, no judgement.)

Let's.

(Then she asks him and if he were sober, he would have blushed hot red. He might not have too many social concepts in his arsenal but he knew enough to be embarrassed about his lack of knowledge.

But that's why Maketh was here!!)

Not gonna lie. I don't know annnnything. I'm like. A blank slate of anything sexy.

(He sniffs a bit, pouting. It was totally unfair.)

[She can work with a blank slate. It's just...filling in the gaps, right? Of everything. Maketh tips her head back and drinks some of the wine. It's heavier than she expects, a little bitter. She loves it instantly.] Kaaaaay. Right.

[Lesson time!

....where does she start?

Maketh squints at him.] Dancing. Is nice. An' like banging someone with your clothes on. So you should do that sometime.

(Newt's eyes go quarter-sized in his skull and he leans forward, propping his chin into his hand.)

Dancing?

(He sounds completely enthralled and then his eyes get even bigger.)

Banging. That's like sex, right? Slang for sex?

(He's pretty sure he's heard that one before. It makes him laugh for some reason, hanging his head down briefly before whipping it right back up.)

So, so, so, so, have you like- done it then? Sex? Oh my godddd, of course you have, lookit you. And that brunette, aye?

(He wiggles his brows at her or at least attempts too.)

Brunettes are great, I have concluded. Beautiful lustrous creatures. Wait, we were talking about dancing.

[Oh you wonderful child, you have no idea. Maketh passes him the wine bottle, laughing.] Uh-huh. It's so nice. And---dancing. Right.

[She sits up straighter, trying to look official. Look, she's educating the youth of Hadriel.] See, when you dance, it's uh, like trying sex? For a bit? And with your clothes on. And if it's good when you dance, then it's gonna be good with your clothes off.

[Maketh nods seriously.] Usually you take your clothes off. Especially with brunettes. Or bartenders. Or really pretty girls.

[Wait. Waaaaait. Maketh frowns.] Maybe? I dunno for you. You like Peter.

(He takes a swig of the wine and yeah, yeah this is some awesome stuff this is.

Newt leans forward like he is the youth of Hadriel that needs some education something desperate. He makes a sound like oooooh! when she explains the dancing thing and nods very seriously. Yes, of course. Sex. Dancing. Same thing kind of. Makes total sense to him.

He grins stupidly then.) Especially with brunettes.

(He echoes this diligently. Brunettes? They are the best. Particularly scruffy brunettes.

Newt laughs a loud, bright sort of chuckle when Maketh frowns.)

I'll take Peter. It's okay, I'll leave all the pretty girl wrangling to you. I can handle my....my...

(His boyfriend, yes, but that actually isn't the word he's looking for.)

Scruff muffin. Heeell yeah, I love his facial hair. That's some great- great stuff goin' on there. I like that a lot. It's like. Mmmm. Y'know?

(But then he frowns.)

Oh- oh but maybe not if you like- girls aren't scruffy. That's okay! More for you? More for me? Yeah!

[Scruff muffin. That's wonderful. Maketh laughs, clapping her hands together. She likes that term, yes she does. And it fits, because Peter is quite scruffy. Disheveled. That's the proper term.] Yeah! There you go.

[Unfortunately everyone knows everyone here, so Maketh's usual strategy of getting wasted and going home with a stranger isn't going to work. A shame. She can still go dancing, though. And get drunk with Newt. This is fun, too.

Maketh leans forward, grinning.] Then you figure out what you like, an' what they like. For example---- [She scrunches up her face, trying to think of something. It's hard to come up with full sentences.] I like getting my hair pulled? So you find out what's nice, and what they like and then it kinda---you know. Comes together.

[Maker she's going to regret this conversation in the morning.]

(See, Newt doesn't get that kinda thing. The whole 'we can't do this because xyz' so he'd be all in support of Maketh finding some nice company for the night. Maybe one day he can help her quest for that sorta thing.

Dancing and getting drunk is a pretty close second, thankfully.

Newt hums in awe, placing a hand up under his chin and nodding hurriedly. Yeah, yeah, of course, figure out what they like. He wonders what Peter likes and he frowns. He only knows that Peter likes girls and for a moment, Newt just kind of slumps. He's not a girl. Maaan.)

He likes girls.

(He states glumly. The woe. But then he points to himself.)

But- but! He likes special boys. But I dunno how much that means what or what I don't know? Like, very selectively. So. What?

(He shrugs at Maketh hugely before taking another swig of wine and passing it over to her.)

Hair pulling sounds painful.

(He says this with the ignorance of a true virgin but he also doesn't sound like he's shutting down the idea either. He looks down at himself and groans miserably.)

I've no idea what I like. Oh! My! God! Is that bad? What if, what if I just- am this aimless...thing.

(He gestures a bit obnoxiously and yeah, Newt, you're not making any sense.)

[Oooh, more wine. Maketh grabs at the bottle clumsily, but manages not to drop it. She makes an attempt at waving away Newt's concern, but nearly ends up slapping herself in the face. Hand-eye coordination is loooong gone.] People like lots of other people. And--and he likes you! So you're fine. 'cause you can figure it out. And that's fun too. Learning.

[She nods seriously.] Like the hair thing. I didn't know that! And then I did!

[That one she'd discovered with a very nice twi'lek lady on leave one time, which had been a whole experience in itself.]

(He's almost instantly distracted from his gloom when Maketh nearly smacks herself in the face and he tries not to laugh. Laughing at people is totally rude.) Yeah I know but like. He wants kids one day. I don't- there's no um- um- what's the word.

(He stares off into space for maybe a solid like five minutes. Okay not really but it kind of feels like he does.)

No baby...hoses...thing..uh...no baby..maker in me? And I don't have those- these.

(He snorts stupidly at that because duh of course not he's a boy. As for 'those' he points at Maketh's boobs and nods once more with complete and utter sincerity.

Something about Maketh's hair pulling story inspires Newt. He sits up straighter, eyes wide.)

Really! That's...huh! No of course that makes sense. I'm so dumb!

(He laughs brightly, shaking his head at himself. Why wouldn't he realize that one day you could know something about yourself then the next day you learn something completely new?)

You're like. A total guru. This is amazing. Hey, with your like, brunette, did you guys - how how did that happen?

Kids are-- [Maketh waves her hand vaguely. Sitting upright is hard, so she decides just to flop down flat on her back. Yeah, that's better. She can look up at the sky that way. And even though it's not real, she can pretend.] You're still kids. And you can---adopt. Or something.

[There's way too many kids running around Lothal without parents. Simple answers. Maketh digs her hands into the dirt, liking the feel of it against her nails.] Uhh, Itani? I punched her. And then I felt really bad 'cause I wasn't aiming for her. And then--then she was nice to me, and--

[Maketh huffs, nearly tipping the wine bottle over. She can't drink it like this, but part of her wants to try.] She was nice to me.

(Laying down is probably one of the best ideas he has ever seen Ever. So he joins her a moment later, flopping down next to her and rolling stiffly over until he's flat on his back and looking up too.) Yeaaah- adopt.

(His heads too murky to deal with that but he seems to be satisfied with the answer. His own hands simply fold up on his chest and that's just fine.)

You punched her?

(He can't help but laugh a little bit over that. Maketh punching someone! That's brilliant. He rolls his head over and frowns in empathy at her struggles of drinking wine.)

Brunettes. Always doin' that. They're always so nice...And it's like, but why? We didn't do jack.

(He shrugs hugely against the ground before rolling over onto his side to look at Maketh. He helpfully pokes her in the side.)

Though- though I can see why she would. You're suuuuper nice and totally pretty!

I knooooow. [They're so nice and understanding. And pretty. Very pretty. Itani hadn't even been mad about the whole punching thing. Actually she'd laughed about it, even with blood spurting down her nose. Maketh tips her head to the side, grinning at Newt, and elbows him back. Newt is a good child. She likes Newt.] You're--sweet, Newt. Very sweet. It's good. You should be happy. Peter will make you happy.

[Or he ought to. Maketh may have to do a background check once she's sober. Or something along those lines.]

(Gorgeous so gorgeous. And nice. Itani sounds like a gem and Newt hopes Maketh can see her again soon. Maketh deserves all of the pretty brunettes in the world but especially the pretty and nice ones named Itani.) You're sweet too Maketh. You remind me of like. A..something. I think- I dunno. My brain knows but I don't know but it's in there.

(Mom. One day he'd realize it. A mom he talks about sex with. You know, the norm stuff.

He grins widely then and shrugs hugely.)

You should be happy! I hope you get Itani or a new Itani or or something-

He does make me happy. Like suuuper happy. He's so good to me.

[Maketh bumps her knuckles against Newt's arm, closing her eyes a moment as her brain swims with all the alcohol and the warmth of their conversation. Newt is a good kid, really. The very best.] 's okay. You'll remember.

[He would. Newt was smart. A survivor, too. Named after a scientist. He's going to be something when he's older, Maketh thinks. She wants to see that. She wants to see him grow up.

Oh, this is good wine. It's probably spilled out on the garden by now, but that's all right. The plants can get drunk too. Maketh giggles, opening her eyes again.] Me too! Uhh. Nice people are so---so nice.

(Maketh is a great lady- the super best ever to have lived. Newt thinks this very seriously. He smiles at her reassurance and he nods. He really did hope so. Maybe he'd ask Peter about it. Peter was a genius. Maketh also was a genius.

Funny that. Newt didn't really expect to make it past his eighteenth year. Technically, he actually died before he ever did. Before there were any first kisses, first anything, first realizing that anyone would ever look at him like he was worth looking at. And he hadn't died pretty.

He probably would die again within the year and again and again because this disease of his wasn't about to go away, he didn't think.

But thankfully! That was definitely not on his mind. His mind was in land of sexy brunettes and potential body shots. You're good, Maketh.

The plants deserve some wine. Maybe it'll help them grow.)

Suuuuuper nice. Hey, what was your first kiss like? When'd you have it?

(He rolls over a bit and crosses his arm over on the ground, hooking his chin atop of them.)

[Maketh rubs at her eyes, squinting up at their false sky. It's not like Lothal at all, really, where you could see for miles - the ground so flat, the air so hot and dry it felt like you could see everything.] Uhhh. I have to think. It--it was after I finished my first year at the Academy. A bunch of the senior cadets snuck us into this bar -- I think they wanted to laugh at us, but it was--- [She smiles at the memory, or the fuzzy remains of it.] --I'd never seen so many people in one room...and then I was drinking and there was this girl, and she--she taught me how to dance. And then we kissed in the bathroom.

[Most of the moment is fuzzy. Maketh remembers it in chunks. The twi'lek's smile, the way her teeth had been ever so slightly pointed, how nice those teeth had felt against Maketh's neck. The fumbling joy she'd felt at holding someone else so close. The way the other girl had stroked her hair and hadn't laughed at her clumsiness. Sometimes Maketh wishes she had learned the other girl's name.]

(Newt winds up staring off into space, his eyes a bit distant. Meeting so many people from different worlds made him wonder what it'd be like if he had come from a world a little more like theirs. What experiences he might have had.)

That's awesome.

(He means it too, he realizes. He was glad Maketh had memories like that. His own mind slides off to Peter and he grins stupidly. Maybe he hadn't the experiences but he was glad that had been his first kiss too.)

I think- you're the only person here I've talked to about relationships. I mean, asides Peter. It's interesting to me. You're like, a super genius or something with it.

Nah. [Maketh bumps his arm again, her eyes closed. The ground feels good against her hands. Solid. She could probably fall asleep here and nothing bad would happen.] Only had Itani. So that's--

[Not the best sample size, really. But those are complicated words. Maketh settles for patting Newt's arm. There. Point made.] Peter's nice. And--and you smile, with him. So that--that's good.

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