Event log: How Delightful

[hadrielmods]

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.

► This log covers March 23rd-April 3rd.
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Comments

[pellameno]

[ 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]

[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...

[pellameno]

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?

[glacius]

[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.]

[pellameno]

[ 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. ]

[glacius]

[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.

[pellameno]

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.

[glacius]

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!]