hadriel_logs | 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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[ Well, one should never turn down a drink offer. Especially when it's beer. ]

Sure. [ Kate glances at her drink, which is a multicoloured concoction of various things thrown together behind the bar. It probably isn't going to be the best thing to mix with beer - sweet and burning as it somehow is -, but whatever. ] Fancy some of this?

[ Gansey's personal experience with cocktails is remarkably limited. Still, that looks like none he's ever seen. He lifts his eyebrows. ]

Okay. I suppose it couldn't hurt.

[ These drinks are made by actual gods; of course they could hurt. He hands over the beer, and nods at her glass. ]

What's it supposed to be?

I don't think it has a name. I just wanted somethin' fun. [ Still, she swigs the beer and nods in approval as it slides down her throat. ] Not bad. Don't think I've had anything like this since I got here, actually.

[ Not to be outdone, Gansey dutifully drinks some of the fruit concoction.

He can almost feel his level of drunkenness sliding. Jesus actual Christ. He coughs, setting the glass back down. Whatever's in that, it's strong.

Not bad, though. ]

Tastes better than Scotch, admittedly. You ought to give that a name. [ He gestures at it. ] Something bracing. I might have to stick to the beer.

[ She passes the beer back and takes a sip of her drink, wincing as the burn slides down her throat. ]

Death in the Evening? [ Something about that name sounds familiar, but it seems fitting. Too many of these would probably cause someone to keel over dead. ] Never was good at naming things.

Sounds accurate, though. [ It’s gone to his head a little. He washes the taste away with beer, which in retrospect is unlikely to help his leadening head. ]

You couldn’t have more than a couple of those. She seems lively, though! It’s nice to have an overseer who wants to see us happy, for once.

What's your name?

[ Happy is one way of putting it. Hammered might be another. Either way, while squinting at her drink, Kate is fine with Delight's idea of a good time. ]

She's got good taste. [ Another sip, and Kate pushes a lock of hair out of her face. ]

Kate. You?

Gansey. [ Which he says with a smile, and lifts his bottle in a kind of half-drunken salute. ]

I think I’ll take her taste over the others. She was friendly enough. I just wish I knew what all of this was for, what they’ll do with the strength they take from us. I know what Hope’s told me, but that’s not much at all. Not really.

[ That gets a brow raise. ] Hope told you... what? [ Because it's certainly more than she knows. ]

[ Gansey had not been aware that this was not common knowledge. He shrugs. ]

That he wants to raise the other gods, and eventually, the former inhabitants of this place. But that it’s not safe to do so now, for reasons he didn’t want to share.

He suggests one of the other gods may know how to get us home, but that he doesn’t. Of course, it’s sensible he’d say that. He would want us to have hope, whether it was false hope or not.

[ Meaning that Gansey doesn’t trust it entirely. But he’s not discounting it out of hand. Just because it could be false hope doesn’t mean that it is. ]

[ wanting to gtfo does not always equate to finding out about the mythology of a place.

Aka, Kate is an idiot. ]

So we're here to... dungeon sit and be food? [ because she does know THAT much. ] Well... That makes me want to drink more. [ as in actual swigs. ]

[ That's crass, Gansey thinks, but not inaccurate. He ends up rolling his shoulders. ]

I suppose so, yes. In the meanest possible sense.

[ He notes her response and files it away. ]

It doesn't mean that there's nothing we can do, though. There's obviously more going on here than we know. The answers are here somewhere, if we're able to look for them.

[ More drink! ]

Didn't see much of anything when I was looking. [ she rolls the glass in her hand, liquid swirling against the sides. ] How are we s'posed to take down shit calling itself a god anyway?

So you've stopped looking, then?

[ That's what she's implying, though it could just be the drink talking. In fairness, it's talking quite well through Gansey, too. ]

I don't know how. I didn't even say anything about taking them down, that's not what I'm interested in. I want to get home.

They can have their kingdom to themselves, providing me and my friends are no longer in it.

[ it's exactly what she's implying, tbh. ]

And if they drag us back? What then? [ if a person can do something once, they'll do it again and again and again... ]

Then we work to get out of it again.

[ Which is not the best answer, Gansey knows, but it's what he has. ]

We can't just give up, is what I'm saying. We can't just lie down and take it.

Sounds like a waste of energy. [ She knocks back the drink in her hand, using the pause to try and compose an argument with her addled brain. ] You keep goin' back, doin' the same thing again and again and never really gettin' home.

If y'wanna get home permanently, you need to remove the thing keepin' you from it.

We’d need to find it to do that.

[ Which doesn’t seem that easy. Gansey has yet to see any sight of the so-called Door. ]

And then we’d need a way to get through it, make sure everyone was in the world they ought to be, and then destroy it from the other side. That’s a logistical nightmare, before we even talk about how we’d destroy it in the first place.

To sum up: we're fucked. [ Delight your bar is supposed to be for good times not miserable pessimism. Kate needs a better drink tbh. ] Wonderful.

No, of course we’re not.

[ Pessimism? Meet optimism. Richard Gansey is not a man made for giving up. ]

The lack of an answer now doesn’t mean we won’t have one later. We can’t give up. If there was a way into this mess, there’s a way out of it. We just have to be patient.

[ She has met people like you.

... They tend to win her over. ]

If you insist. [ That's a start, at least. Much better than the stubborn 'nope can't do it' of before. ]

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