hadriel_logs | Event log: How Delightful

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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.

► This log covers March 23rd-April 3rd.
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[She makes that sound, and for a minute he thinks she might hit him, or flail around, yell at him, something, but no. No, just a threat, and at that he halfway laughs, shifting her weight carefully and cradling her a little more securely against his bare chest.]

Yeah, yeah. You're always pissed. Where am I taking you? Where's the house you're staying in?

I'unno, one o' them weird-lookin' ones.

[She blinks her eyes open, then shuts them tight again, leaning in close to him.]

They're all weird-lookin'. C'mon, you gotta give me something. I can't just leave you here.

[He holds her steadily while she shifts around, not sure what she's doing--or what he's doing, for that matter. He could always take her back to where he's been staying, but then what would she think when she sobered up? He is so not into that headache, thank you. Well. At least not without any reason for it.]

Sure y'could. 'Swhat ev'ryone does.

[She's mumbling, half-conscious at this point. It's fine if he leaves her. Nick doesn't really care about anything anymore.]

Hey, you should know better by now. I'm not everyone, I'm Kamina!

[Still holding her, he wanders in a mostly-straight line towards housing, the discarded bottle of vodka left behind.]

Sure ... y'ra special snowflake.

[She halfway laughs, quiet and muffled.]

Hey, y'member that big snowstorm a while back?

Mmmhmmm.

[The sound rumbles in his chest as he continues on, careful not to trip over the occasional bit of rubble.]

I remember. Why'd you bring it up?

Y'member that big freaky doll thing? Tha'was me.

[She laughs again, but it sounds a little sadder this time.]

Imma special snowflake too.

What? But you're...and that was...

[Normal-sized, and huge and creepy, are the missing words. He stops in his tracks a moment, swaying just a little--it's hard to process thoughts and walk at the same time--but he doesn't put her down.]

How's that work?

Imma monster, I do monster things.

[But she's noticed that he stopped, and she tilts her head up, squinting to see him.]

Where are we?

Hey, stop that. Maybe sometimes you're a giant creepy-ass doll, but that doesn't make you a monster. You're still human most of the time.

[He shifts her weight a little, looking around.]

Towards the caves, right at the edge of the houses. You still haven't told me where you're staying. Bar's about...five minutes behind us?

Y'gonna leave me in the caves? 'Sfine, I guess.

[She closes her eyes, already nodding off again.]

I'm not gonna leave you anywhere, dummy. If you don't wanna go to your place, I'm just gonna have to take you back to mine.

[He doesn't mean anything by it, except that really--he's not just gonna dump someone on the street and leave 'em. It's just not his style, okay?]

'Mnot a dummy, you're a dummy.

[It's not a real argument, and she's not gonna argue about him taking her to his place, either. She's too drunk for that.]

Sure. I'm the dummy. I'm not the one trying to sleep it off on the street.

[He'd roll his eyes, except he's pretty sure if he tried it he'd fall over. At least the place he shares with a couple of others isn't far--although it's a little hard to open the door with her in his arms. Uh. Hm.]

Think you can handle legs long enough to get inside? Because I can't get the door open like this. Not without dropping you on your ass, anyway.

Mmm?

[It takes her a few seconds longer than normal to comprehend what he's saying, but Nick does eventually get there.]

Ain't nothin' wrong with my legs, pal. Or my ass, f'r that matter.

[Which means - yes, she can do the standing thing. As long as there's something to hold onto.]

No, your ass is fine. C'mon, here we go--

[Not that he's...looked...okay, maybe he has, but can you blame him? He's a healthy man with needs, even down in this pit. Swinging her carefully down to stand, he supports her with an arm securely around her waist as he opens the door, guiding her in and back to the rear bedroom. There's a nice twin bed in there, but it clearly isn't where he's been sleeping. That would be the pile of cured yeti furs in the corner. Don't you judge him. The room might smell just slightly of buffalo and gym sock, but it's not nearly as bad as it could be, at least???]

Here. You can take the bed, okay?

An' don'tchu forget it.

[Nick grins hazily and leans into him as she's set down, stumbles a little as she's led into the bedroom. She's seen worse, honestly, and she laughs at what he says about the bed.]

'Fyou wanted me in your bed, y'coulda just said so, man.

Hey, I don't even sleep there! And I'm pretty sure you still hate my guts when you're sober--whatever, that doesn't matter! Just...get some rest, okay? I'll be over there. In the corner.

[Pointing, he still has an arm around her waist as he helps her to the bed--though he also is very uncomfortably aware of that fact that she is definitely a woman right now. Whoops. Come on, Kamina, get it together.]

I hate everyone ... 'smy thing, y'know?

[She stumbles again as she walks toward the bed, and this time, she ends up falling into Kamina, grabbing at him in an attempt to regain her balance. Oops.]

Seems like a lot of work--whoa!

[Well, he does manage to keep them both upright, so there's that, at least; only now she's pressed very firmly against him and there's that reminder again that she is a girl, and a pretty hot one when she's not scowling and making fun of people. But she's not scowling right now, in fact she's smiling. It's a nice look, he thinks. Even if he shouldn't be thinking it.]

You, uh...You okay?

[She doesn't really hate everyone, it's just a lie she's told herself for most of her life, a defense mechanism she developed as a way of surviving: hate everyone first, and it won't hurt when they hate you back.

She doesn't hate Kamina, not really - she doesn't even find him quite as irritating as she used to. Sure, he's loud, and he's kind of dumb, but there's something about how loud and dumb he is that she actually finds endearing, now that she's gotten to know him a little better. Or maybe it's an effect of the alcohol, fuzzing over the sharp edges. She hasn't been this drunk in a long time, and she hasn't been alone with someone holding her this close in an even longer time. They're both good feelings, so yes, she does allow her expression to relax into a lazy smile as she stares at him with glassy eyes and a building warmth on her face.]

Yeah ... 'mpeachy.

[This is weird, right? No, it should be weird, but it doesn't feel weird at all to Nick - in fact, it's an oddly comfortable situation, one in which she's found herself time and time again, with two of her spectacularly unhealthy coping techniques: drinking until she's numb enough to not care about the stupid rules she made for herself about never letting anyone see her vulnerable, and searching out the comfort of physical touch, in that order.

It's a bad idea, but that's never stopped her in the past. Nick drops her gaze to the tattoos circling over one of his well-defined arms and follows the path on his skin with a light trace of her fingertip.]

How 'bout you?

Peachy--?

[He echoes her word choice, looking at her with a faint frown. She's....pretty smiley. There's a look on her face that sends a not-unpleasant sensation through him, a sensation that doubles when she drags a fingertip along his arm, tracing over the lines of ink and muscle. His arm twitches just slightly, muscles tensing almost instinctively under her touch. The frown only grows, along with a sense of foreboding. The hell is wrong with her???]

No peaches here. [What is a peach even.] Just me. I'm fine! I'm good. Just...it's late, right? You should rest!

[That draws a sloppy laugh out of her, a grin that widens all across her face.]

Imma goddamn adult 'n' I can stay up late if I wanna.

[Her hand glides up over the top of his shoulder, fingertip tracing down the tattooed line that curves near his collarbone.]

Anyway, y'talk too much. Y'ever heard that before?

[She's pretty when she smiles, he realizes. Makes her eyes light up. She should do it more often, without all the booze helping. Of course, maybe that's why she's so smiley. And touchy. So, so touchy, and now her hands are exploring his chest, and he should really back away, except instead he's just talking again.]

Well yeah, but how's anyone gonna know who I am or what the hell I'm thinking if I don't talk? I've got a lotta ideas, you know! Lots of plans to make and a team to put together, if we're gonna climb out of this hole!

[Maybe if he talks long enough she'll stop acting so goddamn weird and hit him or something.]

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