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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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[Given that said massive ice alien is still caught deep in the snares of fatigue-induced unconsciousness, it might take a bit more forward of an approach to actually get a coherent response from him. As it is, the nudge is merely enough to get a very groggy groan from the ice alien, and he attempts to scoot sluggishly away from whatever is trying to wake him up. Then he goes limp again, heavy breaths billowing from the gills on both sides of his neck in thick plumes of freezing mist.]

[ Ooohhh that's cold. Pell brings his hand back in to rub his fingers warm again, then reaches out once more and gives the alien a good shake. He speaks more loudly this time, as well. ]

I'm sorry, but there are better places to sleep. You're close to the caves, you should move.

[ Come on, buddy, wake up. ]

[Woah, that shaking is distinctly uncomfortable and is not going to fly. Glacius lets out a louder, higher-pitched squawk of protest and now attempts to roll away from the unwanted stimuli... which might have been a better idea if he wasn't passed out right by the river. As it is his massive body goes over the gentle slope of the grassy bank, and, well... right into the water with a loud splash.

A moment later his upper body erupts from the river with a loud and garbled squawk of surprise, sending cold water splashing everywhere. Given how exhausted he is, and how it makes his limbs stubborn in their refusal to cooperate, his coordination leaves much to be desired. He grabs for the bank, slips once or twice and goes back under--all the while doing the bizarre equivalent of verbal key-smashing--and then finally manages to get purchase, flopping the upper half of his body back up onto the bank, then dragging the other half up haphazardly a moment later.

He stares up at Pell not, panting, looking completely taken aback.] --What did you--what just happened?!

[ Pell fell backwards at the splash into the river, and just watches dumbly as Glacius struggles to climb back up -- if he'd gone under again he would have tried to help but the shock of it all happening is a little more than his hung over mind can manage. He's still sitting there with wide eyes and splash-dampened clothes when Glacius gets back up on the riverbank. ]

You ah-- I tried to wake you up and you rolled into the water. I'm sorry. I just thought you'd want to get inside.

[Glacius stares at Pell for a moment, then swivels his head to look back at the river, then back to Pell... and then plunks his head back down in the grass as the movement causes the world to spin. It's still taking him a moment to process everything; his mental capacity is not at its best right now.]

I... oh. [Well, that's one way to wake him up.] ...Yes. Inside. Yes, that sounds... better. Providing you mean... somewhere peaceful, and not... a cell, or... [He's drawing on past experiences, here; he's assuming Pell is human and the last time humans took him anywhere, it was straight into a holding cell for no reason whatsoever other than that they wanted to test some weapons on him and prove themselves to be the superior race. Now that those memories are cropping up again through the fog stubbornly occupying his mind, the alien tenses up and stares at Pell.] --You're not going to put me in a cell, are you?!

[ Pell has shifted his weight so he's kneeling next to the alien now, wanting to make sure he's not hurt and not knowing quite how to do that on someone so different. His words, however, are shocking. ]

A cell? No. I promise you that I lock you up anywhere, I just wanted to see if you were alright.

[ He extends a hand, wondering if it'll freeze if the alien takes it. ]

Come on, this really is no place to rest. You can come back with me if you want. I could use the company.

[Glacius lifts his head just the tiniest bit, scrutinizing the hand on offer. He's still not sure how he feels about this, but he is sure that lying here for others to stumble over him in a similar manner is not something that he wants, and if this human was going to attempt to lock him up somewhere then he likely wouldn't have gone to the trouble of waking him up. So... though he can't believe he's thinking this, right now the best thing to do does indeed seem to be to accept the offer of help.

The alien weakly extends one limb, taking Pell's hand. While the rest of his icy outer skin is semi-transparent, his hands and feet are an opaque white--it doesn't mean they're any less cold, though. While the helpful human isn't immediately frozen through, it does feel remarkably like he's just grabbed onto a large ice cube.] Alright. Yes, that sounds... that sounds good. [Getting to his feet is going to be a huge ordeal, though. His legs feel like wet noodles... if someone strapped giant weights to them.]

[ Despite the cold, Pell will help him up as best he can. He's small but strong and together (with some stumbling and shivering) they manage to get Glacius up, his arm over Pell's shoulder's for balance. The good news is that the cold helps the pounding in his head somehow... he's tempted to get back to his place and plop the giant's hand right on his forehead. ]

Think you can make it to the apartments? I've got food back there too.

[Glacius doesn't mean to heap his considerable weight across the shoulders of this much smaller human... it's just that his body lacks the energy to keep himself upright at this point. His feet scuff through the dirt as his legs refuse to cooperate and lift fully. But he's pushed on in the face of exhaustion before, and right now getting out of the open and finding somewhere where he can actually relax sounds very appealing.] Yes. I can... I believe I can make it. If I become too heavy, let me know... and we can take a break. [Until then, he's doing his best to keep going, even if he feels like he could collapse right back into sleep!]

We'll make it, then.

[ He's determined, and keeps up a soft running commentary of 'almost there' 'just around this corner' until they get to the main apartment block and the little space he's claimed for himself. The door's unlocked because he has nothing that needs protecting, and Pell helps Glacius inside and to the bed. The apartment's tiny two seater couch couldn't hold him, most likely. ]

There. That's better than the ground, isn't it? [ He rolls his shoulders and straightens his back, which is rejoicing now that the weight is off it. ] Do you want anything? I have food.

[Alright, so he's in a human's living space. This is... new, and it feels more than a little bit odd to Glacius, who comes from a race that takes the concept of space very seriously. If he wasn't barely conscious he'd have to put more of an effort into relaxing himself, but as it is he's already at the point of boneless collapse, so... there's that. There's also the issue of the bed, which is very different from the snowy nests his species likes to curl up in. The mattress feels strangely soft and malleable, almost like he's going to sink into it, and those sheets seem like they might get tangled up or torn on his spikes... he'll just have to be very careful.

At them mention of food, the alien's head lifts slightly; it had been drooping before, like he'd been about to fall asleep again already. Glacius' mandibles click slightly as he thinks. One one hand, he is so exhausted that he does not have much of an appetite, but on the other, it may help boost his energy levels back up...] That is very kind of you to offer. Perhaps... after I have rested... though I do not have much to offer in return yet.

[ Pell doesn't think of this as "his" space yet -- he might never -- so that helps in regards to bringing a stranger in need of help back here. He also doesn't care if the sheets get torn up, he can find others. He watches the alien think, listens to the clicking and wonders if that means anything on its own. ]

After, then. You don't have to offer anything, it's all scavenged anyway. [ He smiles softly and gestures towards the pillow, implying that the bed is all Glacius' now. ] Rest. No one ever comes in here... I'll be out on the couch if you need me.

My name's Pell.

[It seems to take Glacius a little bit to adjust to the thought that he's taking up this person's usual sleeping space, but his exhaustion wins out soon enough and he flops backwards. The pillow that's provided is surprisingly comfortable--it provides ample support for his head and neck and cushioning for his gill arches. Add to that the fact that he's actually been afforded some peace and quiet--he can't hear any music booming just beyond the walls, and he doesn't have to worry about any random passersby finding him--and he's feeling much better about life now.] Glacius, [he murmurs his name out, eyes already slipping shut. Normally it might take him longer to fall asleep in unfamiliar surroundings, but he's exhausted enough that slumber snatches him up without much struggle.]

[ Go on and sleep, new friend. Pell just smiles again, thinking maybe he's finally tired enough himself to get some rest on the couch. It helps that someone is around... he leaves the door open and almost hopes that the alien snores. Glacius. It's appropriate, with how cold the alien is. He's still shivering a bit after such long contact, and pulls his cloak out to use as a blanket before heading for the other room. When he hits the couch he curls up under it, his arm as a pillow.

Unsurprisingly Pell wakes up first, reaching out as always for someone beside him that isn't there and nearly rolling off the couch. But it was a good sleep -- he's not sure how long it was but it was long enough to dream (glimpses of home that he tries to shake off so they don't hurt) and that's better than he's done since arriving. The pounding in his head has subsided a great deal, so he must have slept awhile. It's dark outside, in any case. He pokes in on the sleeping alien to confirm that he is in fact still here, still an alien, and still sleeping, and decides to do something for food. Does the ice alien eat hot things? Pell will find out, he supposes, and when Glacius wakes he'll smell a stew and hear the soft clinking of a spoon against the side of a pot. It's just made from canned stuffs and monster meat but it smells pretty good. Like actual food, anyway, instead of the tins it came out of.

Pell's standing in the kitchen area of the main room with freshly braided hair, cloak now draped over the arm of the couch. He looks much less exhausted and party-frazzled than before. ]

[Due to how long he's gone without actual rest, Glacius stays asleep for much longer than he meant to; he's still there when Pell checks in on him, and it looks like he's so out of it that he hasn't budged and inch. It's only later when the smell of the stew reaches his nostrils that he comes back around, the hungry churning of his digestive organs waking him. The sound of rustling sheets and the gentle creak of the mattress under the otherworldly being's weight can be heard as he now sits up. For a moment the alien suffers a bit of dissonance--he'd been so out of it at the time that he barely remembers being brought to this strange little room--but then after a moment, the memories begin to slot hazily back into place.

The alien relaxes again, stretching and yawning hugely through widely-flared gills... and then he swings his legs over the side of the bed, bracing himself on the furniture as he tests his balance. The rest seems to have done him a lot of good; his headache has mostly faded, and his limbs no longer feel like they're weighing him down. He can stand on his own two feet without sagging bodily. In the grand scheme of things it might not seem like much to take comfort in, but right now Glacius is feeling a lot better... and he suspects that will only increase when he gets a bit of whatever smells so good into his system.

His picks his way around furnishings and carefully makes his way into the kitchen, still feeling somewhat in a stranger in Pell's home despite the fact that he was invited here. The ice alien stops up short when he feels the heat coming off the stove--he's never been witness to human cooking practices before--but right now he seems more curious than afraid. Like his new acquaintance, he too looks much more alert and refreshed by his rest--he's standing up straight again, which shows just how tall and powerfully built he is.] Thank you for sharing your shelter with me as I recuperated... I am beginning to feel much better. What is that you are making..?

[ Luckily Pell hears the creaking of the bed and footsteps coming toward him, so he isn't startled when Glacius comes into the main room. He smiles at his guest, such as it were, turning off the stove in case that bothers him. ]

It was a little selfish. I liked knowing there was someone else here... I've been alone since I arrived.

[ All the little apartment has are old, chipped bowls but experience has told Pell they don't leak. He reaches for two and begins to fill the first one. ]

This is a stew. Meat and vegetables in a broth... have you had it before? [ He's fairly certain the answer will be no, so he pours out a second bowl and lets it speak for itself. There's no table in the kitchen area, so he grabs spoons and carries them back over to the couch. Glacius gets a wave over. ] I didn't know if you'd like hot things or not, but it should cool down pretty fast.

Oh, I see. [But it's not something he understands, necessarily. Glacius is a member of a peaceful, reclusive race who enjoy their space, and he's completely used to operating alone. Most of the time he even prefers it. He can't imagine going out of his way just to bring someone into his house for the sake of company, but maybe that will change if he is trapped here and separated from his own for too long.

For now, the alien is busy scrutinizing his own bowl. When he brings his hands to it, it feels uncomfortably warm, but after a moment of being in proximity to his cold body, the temperature of the ceramic drops enough for him to handle it. He follows Pell.] It is not wise for my species to ingest hot food; it can hurt us. But that is fine, I can simply wait for it to cool to the point that I can absorb and digest it.

[As he sits down, he just now realizes the small silver utensil that the human is holding out to him... oh boy. He has no idea what to do with this. What would be the least embarrassing option--admitting it, or attempting to observe and emulate this person's behavior? If he turned down the offer, would that come across as rude? Glacius stares for a moment, before gingerly taking the utensil between two long fingers.] I, ah. I... must admit that I am not... entirely sure what to... do with this. My people, we liquefy and absorb the nutrients from edible substances directly.

[ Pell curls up on the couch, listening to the alien curiously. It's basically the same thing humans do, isn't it? Liquefying food with stomach acid and absorbing nutrients. Or does Glacius mean he doesn't have anything like teeth or stomach acid? He tilts his head and stirs his own bowl of food. ]

You don't have to have it, I just thought you might be hungry. What have you been eating here, then? I might have something more suitable.

[Glacius tils his head, confused, then realizes where the misunderstanding comes in. He lifts a hand.] Ah--no, my apologies. The food is fine. [More than fine. He hasn't been eating things that have involved much prep work lately, and the smell of the meat and broth is causing some decent hunger pangs.] I simply meant that I don't know what to do with these small... tools. I am guessing that, with your human-like physiology, you use them to eat... but that is not a part of my culture. But I did not want to seem rude by not using them, so...

Oh. [ Glacius' concern over manners is oddly adorable. Pell smiles at him and shakes his head. ] Don't worry so much, you're probably one of the most polite people I've ever met. Please, don't use it on my account.

[ He's going to have a spoonful himself, so in case Glacius was curious how the tool was used he'll get to see it now. It's a useful thing, for people who don't want to stick their whole head into a bowl. ]

You haven't been around many humanoid species, then?

[Since he's still waiting for his own bowl to cool off, he does indeed watch the way Pell uses the silverware--though he tries to do it discreetly. He knows how irritating and awkward it can be when people stare! He sees that his assumptions were right soon enough, but unfortunately it's not the sort of thing he can emulate given that he doesn't have a mouth.

In the meantime, as he listens to his host, his own hands--large and white and icy--hover very near to his own bowl, gentle clouds of freezing mist falling from them as he cools the soup inside.] I have been around my fair share. But sharing a meal with them? That is another matter entirely. This is the first time I have conducted any affairs with beings such as yourself in such a... relaxed environment. [As a galactic marshal, most of his encounters were, unfortunately, wracked with conflict--righting wrongs against his people. Having the chance to actually sit down and learn about another culture like this is something he wouldn't mind getting more of, but recent events have left him abundantly wary.]

[ They're both trying not to stare, then, as Pell watches the icy mist fall from Glacius' hands. It probably won't take long to cool the bowl down, like that. ]

I hope it's a relaxed environment. I'm not scary, am I?

[ He's been around other cultures that were rather frightening, even as he learned about them. And under the right circumstances he'd be terrified by the alien before him, but these... he's just charmed. ]

[The question gives Glacius pause; this is a rather tricky subject for him, but he decides--as is in his nature--to answer honestly.] You? As an individual? No. But your people--[as Pell has not told him that he is actually not strictly human--] are, as odd as that might sound coming from a highly advanced and capable alien warrior. My history with you has not been happy... I have seen, and been subject to, much cruelty. That being said, I hope I have been doing an acceptable job of not letting past circumstances affect this meeting. I do appreciate your help... it is just that those scars... they are still healing.

I doubt it was my species you're referring to, but it doesn't really matter. Everyone has their violent groups... I'm sorry you've suffered. [ It sounds like he means it, his voice softer now. Maybe Glacius' people were at war with humans? Pell has his own experience with war and isn't sure he could be so calm and trusting of a people he'd been fighting against. ] You're doing very well, actually, I wouldn't have guessed any of that.

Oh..? My apologies for my assumption, then... humans are by far the most common species to come across in this city, and even the other non-humans that I have come across--excluding the monsters--have looked the part. [Pell is just another instance of that. It's getting rather hard to distinguish.] And I do not like to pry, so asking one's species right off the bad seems... rather tactless. I tend to assume most beings that look human are human, and allow them to correct me if false... but I can see how that would make me appear ignorant. [Which is the last thing he wants, really, but he's not sure how to better strike the balance yet!]

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