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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[Noah laughs as he's pulled along, even when he stumbles a bit from Clear's enthusiasm.]

Well, I guess it isn't horrible. ... Do you know the Murder Squash song?

No I do not! Please teach it to me!

[Those pink eyes are staring at him like an excited puppy.]

[Noah knows he probably shouldn't do it. Clear will sing it around Adam, then Adam will murder Noah again for sure.

Drunk Noah knows this but doesn't really care.]

Okay, so it goes like - Squash One, Squash two...

[After teaching Clear the murder squash song, he will move on to the best of skate punk of the early 2000's.]

[Clear sings clearly, having fun with Noah and singing loud and proud. Even his sweet voice is a little off kilter from the drinking, but he doesn't care.

Of course he has to sing his jellyfish song at some point, but it's less like a lullaby and more like a giggle fit.]

Noah-kun, you have a good voice. It comes from right here!

[He smacks a hand onto Noah's chest.]

Sing a love duet with me! It will showcase our friendship!

[Noah tries to sing along with the jellyfish song, any repeating verses or the like. He doesn't do so well but he has fun and that's the important part.

He also stumbles a bit when Clear smacks his chest.]

A love duet? I don't know any- Oh! Wait! 'I Miss You', it's my favorite B182 song!

[He claps his hands together.]

That sounds so wonderful! Let us sing with the passion of real men! Real men with real love.

[He has no idea what he's saying.

He sings along with Noah with his arm slung around his shoulder and swaying. There are tears in the corners of his eyes for no reason other than he's just so touched from the 'passion of real mean']

[Noah just giggles. He's got no idea what Clear is saying either, but it's funny. Everything is funny like this. He does, at least, manage to make it all the way through the song before he dissolves into a fit of giggles and has to sit down.]

[Clear also laughs like he's been tickled and sits down beside Noah.]

Noah-kun, you are...the best friend. The bestest friend ever. I hope that you can feel my powerful friendship deep in your kokoro. Even though it is forbidden, you should hold my hand.

[He leans over and falls on his face.]

I am okay!

[Noah doesn't have time to ask about the hand holding being forbidden before Clear topples rather magnificently.]

Oh no!! Are you sure?? Do you need a - a bandage?

[He sits up with a red spot on his forehead and his nose. He holds his hand up like he's speaking to a teacher.]

A bandage is not helpful for me!

[He lowers his hand.]

Even though I am having a lot of fun and I am enjoying looking at your face, maybe we should stop for the night.

Okay, okay! Just - okay, hold it like... right there. I will be right back.

[Noah, having experience being drunk, pretty easily makes his way back to the bar proper to request a baggie with some ice and a little towel wrapped around it. No, it isn't a mixed drink, it's just an ice pack. Though an 'Ice Pack' would make a killer name FOR a mixed drink. Probably a slushie of some kind with a color that doesn't occur naturally in the wild.

He returns to Clear, pressing the makeshift ice pack against this red forehead and nose.]

Just like. Hold that there. The cold helps boo boos. But yeah we should... you should stop for the night. You're still a lightweight at drinking.

[Says Noah, who is perpetually a lightweight as well.]

Event log: How Delightful

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