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Event Log: Party Hard
Who: All characters participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Party Hard event
Where: All over the city!
When: May 24th-June 2nd
Warnings: Party Rockin'
What: The event log for the Party Hard event
Where: All over the city!
When: May 24th-June 2nd
Warnings: Party Rockin'
Delight volunteering to go off to spy has been a somber moment for Hadriel indeed- but she doesn't want you to be sad for her! As a matter of fact, it's time for joy- and we all know that Delight's favorite way to pass the time is with a party!
So, on the morning of May 24th, she'll be trying to inspire everyone here to get their blood pumping a little in a fun way with a constant stream of partying! To you old timers here, the party will be rather similar to Delight's resurrection event, with a few notable twists.
Don't worry, don't worry- there's still going to be patent-pending Delight Energy Shots at the new bar, but with this party, the longer you go, the harder you go.
See, Rage wants to get in on the action a little too, and what better way than by exerting her own influence on the party and making it the most wild, savage bash you've ever been to? As the party goes on, and as you keep dancing, you find yourself unable to stop. It's not forced, but... you need to keep partying, to keep upping the ante. Before you know it, you've thrown rocks through windows, smashed a bottle over someone's head, and sharpened your pitchfork for that local mob you've always wanted to join.
Be careful out there. It's dangerous to get swept up in on the action- and maybe even more dangerous to try and avoid it. You've read about mob mentalities, haven't you?
Good luck, and happy partying!► This log covers May 24th-June 2n.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If you party too hard, go too extreme, and are just too punk rock for livin', please let us know here.
inquisitor trevelyan ; open
[ Everyone may be shocked to find that the Inquisitor is immensely enjoying herself the moment Delight begins her soiree. Cecily, bent on providing her favorite god with as much power as possible while having as much reckless fun as possible, left the dog at home and came into the city with no intention of remembering the event.
Never mind that it goes on for days. Despite Leliana's parting suggestion that she Stop these particular habits and encouraged by the recent presence of a man that she'd left to die in an alternate dimension, Cecily is drinking. She seems perfectly thrilled to be here, never without a bottle or glass in hand. Delight will be gaining quite a bit of power from this one particular person, one who may not be dressed as elegantly as she'd opted for the ball, but who is barefoot and gleeful and enjoying the presence of most everyone who comes up to chat, or to share in a drink.
Once or twice, she may try and contribute to the light show with the anchor, the pain of which is numbed, happily, by the increasing amount of booze. Cecily can also be found snoozing against various trees throughout the week. ]
may 29th-june 2nd (full party consequences)
[ Rage's influence is a little less fun than Delight's. Cecily, unsure if she's still drunk or is just massively hungover, peers blearily at the wreckage. The wall of their home has a fist-shaped hole in it. The dog has escaped. Unbeknownst to her, there is a frowny-face drawn on one of her cheeks.
It's all very annoying. She narrows her eyes and heads back into town to find the party still continuing, albeit with a different... tone. Everyone, herself included, seems riled up, and not in the more pleasant way that they'd all shown off days prior. Now, every little thing seems to grate on her nerves, not to mention that her feet (still bare) are burning with pain. ]
Have you seen... a massive dog? [ She asks slowly of passing strangers, pressing on her temples and debating going back to sleep. ] He's... kind of a grayish color, is likely to drool all over you...
[ Sigh. If only she could whistle. The energy in the city is too much, right now, except that it also courses through Cecily herself, pulsing with the kind of irked jitters that Rage cultivates.
Approach with caution. ]
full party consequences
And asking about a...dog? Chara blinks.]
I...cannot say I have, no. What happened here?
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may 29
Excuse me, did you just say you're looking for a very big dog? I'll help you find him! Please?
[He then grabs her hand suddenly and starts giving her the most energetic handshake she may have ever experienced.]
Magnus Burnsides, proficient in animal handling, professional goodboy locator. Or I can be.
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may 28th
[Rey also happens to be on the scene when Cecily is displaying her addition alongside the flashing lights. Though seeing that it comes from her hand is... different.]
Um. Are you okay?
[She may or may not be a little buzzed herself. And wired, but not because of the shots -- that's just Rey.]
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halfparty
Cecily? [ She questions as she approaches quickly. ] Cecily, I really don't think you should be doing that right now.
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Chara | Open
[The Gods have never been a favorite of Chara's - Fear firmly on the child's shitshit due to the last incident - but Delight had been okay from their interactions with her. So Chara's not going to begrudge this too much. Sure they're not going to be up on the dance floor, but the music is nice and there are drinks that don't have alcohol in them. It's a great place to do a bit of people watching.
Eventually Chara does relax more than usual, tapping a foot and their smile a touch more genuine than it normally is. The loss of Asriel was still there in their SOUL but numbed.
It's probably a good sign to leave. But...maybe just one more minute.]
May 29th
[Well that was a mistake.
Then again, Chara's life is a cautionary tale of Poor Life Choices. They had not touched a single drop of alcohol yet they had a pounding headache that just seemed to get worse the more time passed. Trying to sleep didn't help because it was too loud outside and going for a walk didn't help because it was even louder and there were idiots raising their own ideas of hell.
Even getting close to the source of the music made Chara want to dance and no.
Normally Chara was someone to play things cool. While they weren't claiming to be an untouchable demon for the most part, Chara learned a long time ago not to be loud and angry. But despite the voice in the back of their head, they think "To hell with it."
It's not that hard to find a handful of rocks and even less effort to toss them at something. Chara's targets for the most part are windows - shops or oh, sorry was that your house window? - but their aim might be off.
So you might want to duck. And if someone takes issue with it, Chara will be happy to talk it out. But they're also armed with the Real Knife, so be careful...]
29th
This party's long since gone from over-energetic to scarily outta control. Shouldn't be surprised, should he? Delight and Rage are fairly passionate emotions both, and now everything's reached a breaking point.]
You ain't been drinkin', have you, kid?
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29th :')
this is going to go Great :')
bff material right here
totally, lol
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After Sans on the 29th!
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magnus burnsides | ota
[Now a party is something Magnus can get behind. Now that he's more familiar with the rules behind this place, and that he's likely not going to find his way out anytime soon, he figures a party is the exact kind of thing that can take his mind off everything he's lost in coming here.
So Magnus can be found dancing (badly) anywhere throughout the streets, taking a break to drink, or passed out on the side of the road, somehow sleeping through the blasting music from partying too much.]
May 28 - June 2
[But as the days go on, Magnus starts to get more and more bright ideas as to what might be a fun time. Demanding random people enchant the axe in his hands, chugging two energy drinks at a time, mattress surfing down the stairs of the apartment towers, not caring if anyone stands in his way... Or even throwing furniture through windows, destroying the shelves of shops, and attempting to chop down the trees of the orchard with random weapons from the armory.
Nowhere is safe. Magnus has got his hat on backwards and he's ready to fucking party.]
HI!!!!!!!! MAY 29TH ISH
Dude! What the fuck! It's you!
[Well, at least she recognizes him.]
YAY!!!!!
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Maketh Tua | ota
[For her part, Maketh is avoiding the party entirely. She's changed her shifts to work the graveyard hours again, when no one else ought to be awake and even less inclined to bother her. Better to work than allow more misunderstandings to fester. SHe's made too many mistakes lately.
Better to stick to paperwork, which - Maketh feels confident - cannot possibly go wrong.
She doesn't expect company. She expects to finish her reports and then get completely smashed and sleep at her desk. Should you walk into the Guard Post, she'll stare at you blankly for a full ten seconds, and then sigh.]
What do you need?
Apartment
[Between her shifts at the Guard, Maketh is either sleeping or drinking. She prefers to do these things hunkered down in her room, where no one is talking at her.
If you want to get her attention, you'll probably have to bang on the door for a while. Or bring coffee.
Coffee will help.]
Wildcard
[Hit me.]
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Like Maketh, Rey isn't in a very festive mood, herself. While she'd like nothing more than to support Delight's efforts into whatever unknown she and Rage are headed toward, it's hard to keep a party face on after all that's happened. That isn't to say she's opted out entirely -- she's just not spending every waking second of her days painting the town red.
At some point, she decides to pay Maketh a visit.
Not empty handed, mind you. And it isn't really coffee, either. She keeps the contents of her bag closed as she approaches the door to Maketh's apartment, giving it a few hard knocks with her free hand.
Regardless of whether her efforts go ignored, she will keep knocking. Since Rey hadn't seen any sign of Maketh around the headquarters, she can't imagine the high strung woman to be anywhere else.
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Guard Post pls!
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guard post, 30th
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Apartment - later on towards the end
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Dr. Lance Sweets | OTA and Closed
[In the early days of the party, Lance actually decides to indulge a bit. Sure, drinking is not the healthiest way of dealing with his problems and he might overdo it a bit here and there, but he has enough sense not to make himself too sick. A hangover is not a major problem overall, but no matter how well his healing's been going lately he doesn't at all want to experience what it's like to throw up when you have six broken ribs.
So he keeps it at least mostly under control, and at some point manages to find a full deck of playing cards. This, of course, calls for a game of impromptu poker with anyone he can drag into making the mistake of playing against a psychologist.]
[29th | Closed to Hux]
[Alright, he's definitely tired of the party by now.
And as he spent yesterday trying to keep Rosen from joining the undignified ranks of those who die from alcohol poisoning, he has a bit less patience for the revelry than usual. In fact he's trying to ignore all of it, and fortunately once he's set on a goal it's simple enough for him to stay on it; unbeknownst to him, that--and his previous sense in not going too far--really helps in being able to shake off the suddenly far stronger effects of the event.
Right now he's on a mission to find some edible food that it won't take him too much effort or skill to prepare, and preferably has slightly more nutritional value than the snacks scattered about since he's trying to help Rosen, not make him feel worse. Therefore he can be found seriously considering a can of some sort of vegetable he's found in a shop, or pondering a ripe-looking but somewhat strange fruit hanging off a tree in the orchard. Either way, his attention is very focused on what he's doing, trying to block out everything around him.]
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They needed supplies and since Kylo and Anakin seemed to want to just drunk and have lightsaber duels around the house, Hux decided that he was going to be the one to get supplies. He smirked when he stepped into the first shop he found as he caught sight of Lance.
He wore his gloves and withdrew his blaster from his coat pocket as he approached him. He had no intention of shooting Lance and there was no danger of doing so as long as he wore his gloves. He still raised the blaster, his hand steady.]
Well, what a pleasant surprise to run into you here, Lance.
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26th & underaged drinkin
ellie no
ellie yes
ellie why
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26th
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Napstablook | ota
[Napstablook isn't much for parties, but it's kind of hard to ignore when it seems to be everywhere. They can appreciate food though. They've gained a better appreciation for food in the past month or so.
They help themselves to whatever food is being offered at the party, while also being the best wallflower they can be. But at some point, they have a couple drinks of fruit punch - which tastes a little off, but they don't really question it much.
But for a ghost turned human that's never had a drink of alcohol in their life, the alcoholic punch works quickly on them in just a few drinks. They feel a little dizzier, accidentally dropping the empty cup in their hand.]
oh... s... sorry...
[They go to step forward to pick it up, but they stumble a little as they move forward. Despite thinking that they've finally got the hang of walking, they sure do feel like they're learning how to use their feet all over again.]
tw for underaged drinking, lemme kno if thats not ok!
It's cool! Don't worry about it! I remember you! You trip a lot. Hahahaha.
[She's slurring. Please don't take it to heart, Blook.]
it's fine!
<3
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ellie ; open, tw for underaged drinking
[Ellie has no experience with these energy shots. She has little experience with alcohol. What this results in is one wasted, very buzzed, very loud fifteen year old stumbling around and dancing like it's the only rager she's ever been to.
(Surprise: it is.)]
may 29th-June 2nd
[The rage creeps in slow. The first few days, Ellie just finds herself acting out a little more than usual. Being bold, even for her. The turning point comes when she finds herself suddenly standing front and center on the bar, a now empty bottle with a shattered end in her hand, and pieces of glass strewn on the ground around her.
She doesn't know what she smashed it against. Her mind doesn't stay focused long enough for her to care, and within moments, she's dropped the bottle, jumped off the bar and gone back to partying.
Over the last few days, she's a wild mess. Ellie has never seen the appeal of vandalism before- her world was already broken enough- but it now seems to have it's merits. Nowhere and no one in Hadriel is safe from her rock-throwing, glass-smashing, fist-flying escapades!!!]
may 25th-ish
Hey - drink some water. You're going to make yourself sick.
IM SO GLAD
pls dont die ellie
no promises
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theeee 29th; retroactively making some shitshow threads here
GOD BLESS sorry im so late!!
it's cool! i had an unmotivated couple of days myself so i have been bad abt my inbox
relatable...
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Prussia | Open
[Prussia is a lot of talk when it comes to the gods. He says he doesn't want to trust them too much or rely on them, but as soon as they do something nice he's all over it. Especially in this case, when there's plenty of beer going around. As much as he likes to hide alone in his apartment and feel sorry for himself, he also likes to drink and live it up. Thanks to Delight, he's feeling more jovial than ever, at least for a little while. Prussia's mood tends to fluctuate pretty rapidly. Over the course of a few days, you might find him:
May 25th - just finishing up a song on the karaoke machine. He's not a bad singer and can keep a tune, which might some as a surprise.
May 26th - ready to dance and trying to drag you with him. He's not so good at dancing but he thinks he's great at it right now.
May 27th - draping himself over your shoulder with tears in his eyes and a hitch in his voice. But everything is fine, okay? JUST FINE!
May 29th - challenging you to an amiable sparring match. He can barely stand still with how drunk he is, so maybe this isn't a great idea.]
[May 29-June 2]
[Already an aggressive person and a fighter, Prussia has been downing booze and mixing them with energy drinks for far too many days in a row. Those friendly sparring matches he's been looking for have turned over into him demanding actual fights out of anyone and everyone, and trying to instigate them when he can. Letting anyone fight in this state is a terrible idea, but he's not backing down just yet. Better find a way to reign him in before he hurts someone, or himself.]
May 27th
Danse frowns and tries to gently peel Gilbert off him. All this free-flow alcohol is really starting to get out of control. Danse had opted to abstain from the celebrations because hey, someone needs to have unimpaired judgment in case things go south. And he needs to keep an eye on Rey's bar and its patrons too; with copious amounts of alcohol comes all the potential for good and bad.
Gilbert really doesn't look like he's in a state to be left alone right now. With a sigh, Danse is going to half stumble, half drag the man slumped on him to the closest chair.]
I think that's enough for you for tonight. [Is Gilbert carrying any drinks? He won't be carrying them for much longer. Danse is going to confiscate them.]
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saber | open
[ It's surprising that a party in a half-ruined city can compare to the kind found in Camelot. But this is not her country, or within the walls of her stronghold; this is a strange world with even stranger gods ruling over it. Her willpower and caution keep her from getting too carried away, even as those around her seem to be having the time of their lives.
Still. For the first few days, Saber can be found eating much of the strange new food, and drinking some of the more normal looking alcohol. She makes her way to Delight's dance floor, eventually, and while most of the styles on display are unfamiliar to her, after watching for a while, she decides some fun of her own is warranted. She bows slightly to the next suitable person she sees, whether a wallflower or new arrival, and gestures towards the floor. ]
Would you join me? My experience is purely formal, but I believe I could adapt to this style of dancing easily enough. [ It's just... the same thing, but more energetic, right? Easy. Yeah, easy. ]
may 29th - june 2nd | stop right there, criminal scum
[ For better or worse, once the bad times start, Saber takes it upon herself to be the Fun Police... again. The moment she spots anyone doing something harmful to either themselves or others — from throwing rocks to trying to start a fight — she moves to interfere; first with words, though she's clearly preparing herself to get physical if need be. At 5'1 and in her suit, not her armour, she's not terribly imposing, but her voice is firm. ]
Cease this. Whatever influence you are under, it is no excuse for such actions. [ Because it's obvious, by now, that something is influencing people — the gods, no doubt. Even so, she can't just let everything play out unchecked. ]
Dancing
Sho' thing, sugar. I can give you some tips, if you want.
[He speaks with the swing and snap of a New Orleans accent, easy as his smile.]
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30th l who are you calling criminal scum?
everyone in this city bc none of you are free of sin
that's true, but, what about he who casts the first stone? glass houses, yo
if she could arrest rage she would
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29th
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may 31st, late late late at night
crits you
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taako ; open
[See, now this- this is more like it. So far, this cave has been drab decor, monsters, and glitter in inopportune places. He's starting to accept that they're stuck here for the long haul, which wouldn't be his preference, but as far as he's concerned this is a formal apology for all the kidnapping and he will take it.
He waits until the party is in full swing before making his grand entrance, atop possibly the grandest beast in existence- Garyl, a rainbow binicorn (that's a two-horned unicorn, folks), with Taako riding sidesaddle. He walks! He talks! He's quasi-real! And everywhere he goes, Always plays quietly in the distance. He also has the benefit of being here for a few hours instead of one because Taako has spell slots to burn and is incredibly invested in being a showoffy asshole.
He's gonna spend the first few days parading himself around in increasingly garish outfits, drinking, and having himself a grand ol time. Feel free to find him partying, asleep in a tree, and/or just making an ass off himself.]
ii. may 29th-june 2nd
[So, remember when we said spell slots to burn? That's comin' back. That's comin' back so much.
Because he's new, Taako doesn't yet know what the god's influences feel like, or how in any way to counteract them, so he's leaning into it hard, and is ready to fuck some shit up. His personal fire is in the one-upsmanship of the entire ordeal- if someone's throwing a rock through a window, he's following up with three glowing darts to break something right next to you. Toss a match towards a tree? Well, here comes a massive fireball right down next to (or on top of you), with not so much as a warning other than a yell of check this shit out! as he casts. Good luck trying to stop him, too-- if someone insists he calm down, they might find themselves under a charm spell, or otherwise tossed into the magical equivalent of a hamster ball and kicked down the street. Also, he has free uses of the spell polymorph, which he last used to turn himself into a literal T-Rex.
Basically, he should be considered armed, dangerous, and with an intent to party like hell. Go with him and stay out of his spell range and you might survive.]
[ooc: as usual, Taako's full spell list can be found here, please let me know if you do not want magic used on your character!]
may 30
When he finds Taako, he thinks he must be the luckiest man alive. Taako's here. Taako's gonna fix what a mess Magnus' life is, because he's the best, and he's magic. Magnus stumbles straight into Taako, but tries to correct himself and stand properly. He's not completely smashed, but he's really out of it with the mix of energy drink and alcohol.]
Taako. Taako, thank Pan you're here. Taako, please, I gotta know -- what happens when you charm me with your wizardly magicks? I already love you.
[Wow, okay, on second thought, maybe he's drunker than he thought he was.]
But like, not, not romantic, sorry, that was unclear. Would it tip that scale though? Fuck, would I fall in love with you? I have to know. Would that make our friendship weird? Shit. Shit...
[Please save him, Taako, he doesn't know what the fuck he's saying.]
You gotta do it. You have to.
I skipped my Entire Tag Order to respond to this as soon as possible
i am....Honored
honestly i cannot stop thinking abt it
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30th
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oh sweet child
they are ready for regret
as is everyone who thinks talking to taako is a good plan
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alphys ; open
[Admittedly, when Alphys voted for Delight, this was actually the nightmare scenario of the end-of-month extravaganza.
It took two days for her to get up the nerve to even get a dress for Sorrow's ball- this is so far out of her depth she might as well have been thrown into the mariana trench. She tries to get out on the first couple of days, and just ends up locking herself in her room. Later, maybe. Some other time.
Finally, she ventures forward on the night of the 26th- everything's been in full swing for a while now, and she's hoping it's died down a bit. Regardless, she'll hang by the drink carts, carefully avoiding Delight's energy shots (which she tried, and got too hyped on, during the fourth wall last fall) and trying to enjoy herself amongst the noise and crowds.]
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I think they might'a put somethin' in the drinks. [The words emerge a bit slurred; seems like Sans is verging on passing out the longer he lies there.]
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Sato -- closed to Rey, June 1st
So it shouldn't be too surprising that, when Rey happens to see him coming down the street, he already has his machete out and in hand -- his left hand. The right is heavily bandaged, with a hint of red bleeding through the fabric front and back.
"Rey!" He calls out in delight once he sees her, altering his path to intercept, and not putting the machete away. "Are you having a good time?"
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The wound catches her attention right quick, though. If Rey knows how Sato's abilities work by now, she's figured out that his regeneration comes from dying. Hard to think that he would take the time to dress up an injury when he's displayed no hesitation to stick a blade through his own chest to heal himself before.
"You could say that." She cants her head, eyes drawn to his bandaged hand. "What, are you handicapping this round?"
Sato likes his video game metaphors, that much Rey also knows.
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elena gilbert l open
[ Two months in, and Caroline doesn't have to drag Elena out with her on the first, or the second night. It's like a weekend in the middle of the week, one Elena appreciates in the face of the unknown. She's spoken with two gods and other people who know more than her. She knows this is about harnessing energy. The more delight they feel as a group, the stronger Delight will be. She keeps in mind that the same must be for rage, that perhaps there will be other events that follow. That she isn't looking forward to.
Either way, she takes in the lights, she dances and unfortunately, on the first night, two of Delight's energy shots keep her up all night. She eats periodically throughout the night and joins in games she's invited to join, if she is. At first, on the first night, she tries to stick close to Caroline but after her second shot, everything is on the table.
Like Elena, on the second night - but strike table and put bar. She may have stayed away from the energy shots after sleeping all day, but shots in general are still shots. She may be recreating choreography from classic videos like Oops, I Did It Again and Spice Up Your Life. ]
the 28th .. closed to Caroline
[ After her second night out, Elena steps back. The city is having a crazy enough time without her and even she needs a break. Like the first day, the second is worse, a hangover setting in that she can't describe, that she doesn't like. She fights the pull of going back out, fights the music that seems to come from nowhere, preferring to spend time writing in a journal she'd found in the market, and catch up on much-needed sleep.
Caroline goes out, which is her idea, and Caroline has always been one of the most delightful of her friends, cheeriness following her. She keeps in touch with Caroline on Saturday, emerging herself to eat something and staying hydrated.
Sunday, she sits quietly on Caroline's bed, watching her take off her make-up, only to begin reapplying it again, going for something very un-Caroline. She's recently woken up and she's at it again? And with dramatic dark red lips.
Caroline turns to Elena, puckering her lips. What does she think? ]
It's not very you. [ Of her friends, Elena has always been the one to set Caroline straight, to call her out when she goes too far. And Elena's not sure if Caroline is going too far. She knows this will be a sensitive subject. She hasn't been around for a few days, and most conversations have been surface at best. Pushing herself up off the bed, she approaches her. ] Caroline, do you think - people might be going overboard? This isn't like the Seven Days of Hadriel. The music, the lights, they're not stopping. The gods feed off of our emotions. I think Delight could be overindulging. [ She's worried, she's seen very little of Caroline. ] Have you eaten?
midnight, the 29th - the 2nd
[ The Elena Hadriel knows and can't help but love has been replaced.
It's a gruesome beginning, but with Elena's heightened emotions, giving in to what Delight needs is seamless. It's easier than confronting anything she feels about anything and even easier than turning her emotions off. She's seen Stefan do that, and if Elena is anything, she's her compassion. But, people can party and be compassionate.
So, the Elena at midnight emerges with Caroline, acquiescing to the party before quickly ditching her. Her days blur together, indulging in what she wants to do, which, thanks to Delight, is have fun. She drinks what she wants when she wants, including from who she wants. The lights of the party, the loud music, everything contributes to Elena being able to steal a taste from who she wants to taste. Compulsion is easy to master when it comes to something Elena knows she wants, and she makes it fun from whomever she's drinking from.
Running back into Caroline is what sets Elena off on the 30th. Things not said so bluntly before fall out of their mouths. Elena's neck is the one broken because she's younger.
Feel free to find her on the ground. She'll wake up. It's not like she's ... really dead. Just undead.
It starts with trashing Caroline's room and making a bonfire with any cute outfits she'd found shopping in the past two months. It's not stealing her prom dress but it's not like Elena knows she does this. The bonfire is near the first spire, but not close enough to burn it down. Yet?
She will welcome anything anyone wants to throw into her bonfire. ] Any and all distractions from this hell hole are accepted including try hard attempts at forcing friendship through consumerism. [ She'll tell anyone in passing. ] How high do you think we can make the flames go?
[ At this point, any destructive ideas someone offers she'll take them up on. She's unkillable, anyway. Thanks to her "best friend." ]
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With each day of partying passing, Caroline doesn't stop. Once she starts in with the festivities, she barely checks in on Elena. Frankly, outside is better than in, and no one's going to be storming down their apartment door to attack someone who's doing nothing, when everyone is outside rocking and rolling. On this day? She's all but starting to look down on the brunette sitting so...boringly on her bed. A long, loud sigh when Elena stands. She turns to face her, never one to back away. ]
Elena. You're edging toward being a buzzkill. Isn't the whole point of all this meant for overindulgence? [ She turns to touch up the red on her lips, chest rising as she gives a long look over the tight sitting shirt she picked up that day. With no god of actual lust, Delight's the next best thing and Caroline, with no expectations of hooking up with anyone, she who has full control over herself, still wants to look sexy. Sexy is fun, and everyone knows that.
Then, back around to face Elena, arms crossing over her chest as her face twists up a bit. ] And that, me eating, you don't have to worry about. My bases have been more than covered lately. Plus. [ She...doesn't need to say this, but the bitchier side of Caroline rears up and -- ] Unlike some of the people around here, I know how to have fun. [ And as if that wasn't a very obvious burn... ] Why don't you? [ She shoots a look of distaste that's followed up by an epiphany striking her, yet she's in a rude enough mood to wait to see how Elena responds, first. ]
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Celebrimbor; Open
(When one hasn't partaken of Delight's, well, delights in many years, one tends to indulge excessively. Celebrimbor is an ancient Elf and he should perhaps know self-control, but to Angband (Mordor?) with it. It takes a lot for him to be drunk - a downfall of his race (maybe?) - but somehow, through immense effort, he manages it at some point on the twenty-fifth. Before that auspicious day, he dances as much as his bum leg allows, moving with a grace his broken body has not possessed since before Sauron came to call. There is also a curiously bright and happy expression on his features, transforming him from a rather dark, shy and sometimes downright grumpy Elf into an Elvish youth who has nothing but a bright future before him.
Then the twenty-fifth comes to call and his mind is clouded in the strange bliss of inebriation. His dancing is wilder - perilously so - and though he does not fall, there are a few close calls. No one is allowed to stay on the sidelines of his dancing either. He will grab you - roughly if necessary - and show you the steps. If he is denied, a certain Fëanorian temper will surface and he is not above throwing punches or doing far worse.)
May 29th-June 2nd (Aftermath)
(Four days of drunken revelry leave the Elf in a bad state. His leg is injured - re-injured, rather - and he is unable to rise on his own to even make it home. He can be found against various walls - having moved himself through the sad art of crawling - and his silver eyes are clouded with pain and frustration. What has he done to himself?! For what purpose?!
Delight has not done him any favors.)
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But the sight of Celebrimbor made her stop, eyes wide. She wasn't sure what happened to him but she still carefully approached him.]
Celebrimbor....it's me. [She knelt before him, reaching out to touch his shoulder.]
oh no cute <3
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Party! The 26th
dance~
absolutely!
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welcome to the hang-over~
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Amos Kamiya - Open
And you might catch him high as a kite, dark sloe eyes all pupil and his lazy grace gone almost boneless, draping up against you with a little breathless laugh right in your ear. "Hey sugar!"
May 29th-Jun 2nd: Love love, you're already home; party's over and you don't look so good Amos is susceptible to Rage's influence as anyone else, but he still hates to fight. He might swing a punch, but he's more likely to duck behind that chair and take off running....
Especially as things draw to a close: Rage and alcohol have stirred up things he'd rather not discuss, and after a night of nightmares he's looking more than a little tense and haunted.
"Ain't lookin' for a fight..." he warns, but knows it's not exactly likely to work.
26th
"What did I tell you about flirting with me? I have a boyfriend, you know." His tone is icy and disturbed, full of temptation to cut Amos down where he stands. And if Yukari didn't already have a drink in his hand, he might have, to be perfectly honest. "I realise this is a party, but show some restraint. Just because alcohol loosens your inhibitions does not mean that I am so easily swept away."
Direct translation for: he's never been drunk so go find someone else's time to waste. Yukari flicks his hair over his shoulder with his free hand, as if he's proven a point.
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irisviel von einzbern | open! (i will match prose/brackets)
[Irisviel's been cautious since her arrival, having her own sense of self-preservation that makes it difficult to relax in this environment but easy enough to adapt. She was reluctant to get involved with Delight’s celebration, but curiosity quickly got the better of her. It’s slowed her indulgence down a bit, keeping her from letting loose immediately. So, for these first few days, at least, she's able to be a bit more reasonable. For now, at least, she’s celebrating enthusiastically, but normally. There are a few places you might encounter her: ]
[ 1) Clutching a cocktail in the center of the action, face flushed and tipsy but not quite drunk. She is extremely animated in both motion and word, on her feet the entire time, eager to get into cheery conversations and to trip onto the dancefloor in between drinks. This isn’t entirely Delight’s effect, either: She is genuinely happy to be there.] I haven’t had the chance to attend many parties! [Irisiviel volunteers to her current conversation partner (or target).] Do you know this song? I love it! [She’ll say that about any song...no matter what it is, no matter how good it actually is.]
[2) It’s far too late for everyone to still be out like this. Those with more willpower have probably already escaped for the night, and Irisviel is flagging in energy. She yawns and stretches, then eyes the Delight-brand energy drinks lined up for their consumption. She seems reluctant to take another. She really shouldn't, and yet... What should she do?]
B: rowdy party (may 26-28);
[The change is her has been gradual but noticeable. A reluctance to stop has quickly become willful resistance has quickly become pushing her limits has quickly become pressuring others to push their own.
She is red now, and her eyes are quickly puffing up to match. Her irises are always read, of course, but the longer she goes, the more bloodshot her eyes become. Her breathing seems a little ragged--labored, even--because she isn’t taking enough time in between celebrating to catch her breath. Still animated, still energetic, her conversations are shorter, her dances longer. She spends less time getting to know people and more time getting close to them, much more willing to physically invite other people into the celebrating, holding a hand here, dancing close somewhere else. If anything makes her slow down, it’ll be this: Finding someone who makes the celebration truly delightful.
Her offer is genuinely kind, but there may be something hiding beneath that kindness, some insidious flirtation or a desire to prolong the dance.]
What are you drinking? I’ll get us both one.
C: rager (may 29-on);
[It may seem, at first, that she's escaped the worst consequences of Rage's influence. By the 29th, after all, she's still smiling, but something has changed. The curious, open, delighted smile that accompanied her dancing and flirting has devolved into a taut, strained smile that thins out her lips.
Now that the party’s reached fever pitch, the action risks spilling out onto the street. In fact, it’s probably already started to happen. People may be shoving their way out to fight or vandalize or break each other, or just colliding in the worst, most violent mosh pit in history. Irisviel takes one person’s passing by her as a departure, however, and, not ready to let things die down yet and lose that euphoria, she doubles back into their path, arm outstretched to block the invisible gate “out.”]
You’re not leaving yet, are you? [Her smile tightens,.] Why don’t you stay with me a while? We could have another dance.
D: wildcard;
[Hit me! ...Literally or figuratively.]
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Still. While such suspicions only further her own restraint, her attempts to calm Irisviel down have failed, and she doesn't have the heart to push the issue while things seem relatively harmless, albeit rambunctious. She settles for checking in with her Master from time to time, avoiding being dragged into any activities, but when Irisviel approaches her with a question all she can do is shake her head. ]
I do not require anything. [ Maybe if she says that, she'll convince Irisviel to go without. She's seen those energy drinks, and she knows Irisviel has too; the conclusion is obvious. ] Irisviel, how long has it been since you last slept? Surely a break would do you no harm. You can always return to your dancing later.
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thanks for that incredibly terrifying flashback to high school
for me it was camp, the dance on the blacktop
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Will Graham | OTA ( will match format)
( bar )
[ After having come back from the dead, found out that, no longer was he suffering from the crippling, brain boiling encephalitis that had pained his months of living here- Will decided that letting his hair down and actually enjoying himself, couldn't hurt.
Over the next few days, he could be found in various haunts, drinking in abundance the best kind of spirits that Delight had to offer. Find him in the new bar, at a stool, foot tapping to the music playing. If he's feeling up for it, you might even see him bust some rather embarrassing dance moves. ]
What? You're looking at me like you can do any better?
[ Will might be a bit drunk by this point. An uncharacteristic smile over his stubble covered chin, slightly disheveled with a few of his shirt buttons had popped open. ]
( street party )
[ There was no way Will was going to get any sleep even if he wanted to! What with the various parties spilling out into the streets in a City-wide Pub Crawl! Having nipped up to his apartment for a moment, changing into some more comfortable clothes and grabbing Winston to bring along, perfect excuse to get a good walk in for the dog.
The moment he came wandering out from the front door of the spire, someone handed him a glass of, well, he didn't think to even ask before tipping it down his throat. His head was spinning and it was rather frustrating not being able to say what he wanted, or knowing that no one was really able to listen, due to how intoxicated they all were! Still, he was in high spirits and joined in.
Finding a small branch of party goers that had set down beside a bonfire, it was more relaxed, considering there were people literally, almost starting riots in the surrounding streets. Stepping over a seat and picking up a bottle of beer, Will smiled, toasted the person sitting beside the fire before taking a piece of wood and setting one end on fire, like a torch. He intended to find a nice little spot of his own and start his own fire. ]
Hm? Are you coming too? You're more than welcome.
[ Turning when he felt someone starting to follow him, speaking directly to them. ]
( delight's temple )
[ He was a little bit too drunk, merry and amused by almost everything. Somehow, on his adventures, Will had ended up in Delight's temple. There had been other people here earlier, you could tell that from the discarded bottles and rubbish scattered around. But for the time being, it was just Will.
Unsteady on his feet, wobbling a little, having to press his palm against the wall, Will managed to slink his way into the back corner of the temple. He could be found, slumped down in a giggling heap, tipping the bottle of wine he'd found, to his lips. A small hiccup here and there as Will struggled to keep his eyes focusing. ]
[ 30th to 31st - Library & Apartment (Catching his breath) ]
[ Fighting off the urge to continue partying, Will found it was best to hide away, someplace quiet and out of the way. The library seemed like a perfect spot.
Finding a nice dark, quiet corner to silently sit in, trying to fight off the unnatural urge that had him wanting to get up and get drunk. It was strange, to actually notice the effects the Gods were having on him for a change.
This little dank room was his sanctuary. Will wouldn't take well to anyone interfering it. ]
[ 1st to 2nd - Appartment Closed to Hannibal ( fighting to Knife Party ) ]
[ As the days went on, Will found himself yearning for more. More alcohol, more music, more dancing and joyful little adventures around the City. Though... Something just wasn't right. There was a ball of energy, building up inside of him, something that didn't feel healthy yet Will was unsure about how to let it out.
Turning to face his roommate, Hannibal, Will just had the sudden urge to smack him in the face. This, of course, amused Will who decided to share it with him. ]
You ever just feel the need to ...
[ Clenching his fists as he shook his head a laughed. It was clear something was bothering him, but instead, he walked passed his friend and picked up the bottle of wine they had been planning on sharing. Will, rather rudely so, poured himself a glass and yet kept the rest of the bottle in his hand. He was looking for a fight, whether he realized it or not. ]
Knife Party!
But as he watched Will, watched his friend's body language, watched as the intoxicating rage pushed Will's own darker urges to the surface, he decided that he could indulge in this with his friend. He could let the mansuit hang open, let Will catch a glimpse, and let Will recognize in Hannibal's truth his own true face as well.
He crossed to Will, coming up behind him, and grabbed hold of the bottle in his hand. He leaned close and purred low.]
What do you need, Will?
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Jade Ellsworth | ota
[Loud, big parties aren't really Jade's thing, but people always seem to be telling her to have more fun, to talk to the gods that are about those emotions she struggles with, to not be so sad all the time... Attending Delight's party had seemed like a good idea. And it mostly was, at first. It succeeded in getting Jade to loosen up a little, to actively try to enjoy herself. Everything was going fine, until Rage's influence kicked in and Jade found herself falling back into old, destructive habits. Mainly, arson.
That's why, as the party progresses, Jade becomes easier and easier to find. Just look for the fire. She can often be found throwing matches at trash cans full of assorted party detritus, using the plentiful supply of alcohol to fuel them. She's not hurting anyone, but she definitely seems to be enjoying watching her path of arson destruction a little too much...]
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caroline forbes | the vampire diaries | open & closed
[ What could a bit of partying hurt? As Delight and Rage prepare to go off to the unknown, giving them extra oomph only makes sense. Caroline knows that parties can get out of hand, and at first? She keeps herself carefully in line, but the steady stream of energy from others combined with what's driving the party itself ramps her up. With the realization that there's more at hand than your customary bash comes the inclination to keep going.
It sweeps in on Caroline a day or so into her own enjoyment of the festivities, and there's no desire to shake it away.
Drinking as much as she likes, not unheard of there in the city (rather than at home, where her lifestyle has adapted with raising her kids, growing up herself, and not being so very into the party scene), of booze and the occassional energy drink. Why not! They're there, and they're fun, just like many of the people she finds herself around.
Her interests in the apartment she shares with Elena become very limited, to the point of returning only out of the necessity of showering and changing. Otherwise, her stamina races, and she can be found out and about, dancing, drinking, inspiring people to give her another sort of drink. Blood. Along with the smart and smooth compulsion of remembering nothing about the feeding. Vampires with fresh blood in them are way more fun, and it's not like she's out to kill anyone!! ]
may 30th - closed to elena
[ So, a lack of murder was actually on her mental agenda, anyway. But Elena needed a boost, so Caroline gave it to her. Elena should be thankful, and Delight definitely will be.
Somewhere along the past two days, they became separated. Caroline knows it's on purpose, and honestly, if every small grievance wasn't enough to set her off, she may have considered just how Rage's influence was cropping up.
She spots the familiar fall of brown hair from afar and speeds over to her, no concern for anyone who might be around and witnessing that supernatural rush.
Set off immediately, no rhyme or reason, a blind beginning of rage, she glares over into Elena's face. Because being threatening to any degree right in a brand new vampire's face is the greatest idea ever. ] You need to stop picking out the people I already planned on feeding from, Elena. [ Have they even been going after the same people? Mutual friends of theirs? ] This is what happens when you stick to the same friend group. [ She kind of wants to shove her, but instead she glowers down over her body and frowns. ] Plus, you made a mess out of my vanity, [ did you, Elena??? ] and you need to clean it up. A S A P.
i don't need much of anything but suddenly, suddenly
Elena's arm and arm with someone she's recently bitten, but you wouldn't know it, not unless you pulled his sleeve up. She's being smart about her fun.
Caroline appears out of nowhere with her whirling dervish of a personality.
Elena unlinks her arm.
Excuse her while she takes a second to get rid of her 'date.' ] Ignore her and forget me. Find something fun. [ And with him dispatched, she turns to Caroline. ] Where do I start. I haven't touched your vanity, Caroline. Nor have I fed on our friends. And if I have fed on anybody that you were planning on feeding on, I wouldn't know. We're not in high school, Caroline. [ She leans in, a harsher tone emerging. ] You can talk to a guy if you want to.
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Curufin Fëanorion | Open
Curufin is managing his time well, like the excellent multitasker he is. Somehow he manages to get drunk, dance, revel and fight, and still be on for his guard shift (whenever that is). Perfectly functional, oh yes.
He's either just coming onto his shift or just coming off when he sees you. He lifts a hand in greeting.
Lee Rosen's apartment (FOR ROSEN)
Curufin hasn't seen Rosen around lately, and with this atmosphere of bizarre joy turning so easily into delirium or truculence, he is a bit worried that the doctor might not be all right. He misses Rosen's drunk call on the network while he's dealing with a problem while on duty. When he checks his phone, he realizes that something is very wrong indeed.
And so he hastens to Lee's apartment, runs up all those flights of steps, and knocks on the door.
"Dr. Rosen? It's Curufin. Are you all right?"
June 1st
That, and he's too tired to move much.
He notices Curufin and returns to wave after a moment. No, he's pretty sure he hasn't talked to this one yet....
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alistair | open
[ It's a party, and where is Alistair? Checking out the fine assortment of cheeses, that's where.
[ He's had more than a few drinks and has the red cheeks to prove it. But ah, he's a happy drunk. And there's nothing like sharing happiness when you're this happy. So, to anyone close enough (or anyone he sees, really), Alistair incessantly tries to share his delight. ]
Here, try this one! [ He thrusts a block of cheese towards them. ] It's so ... perfectly cheesy.
29th-2nd
[ This party has gotten seriously out of control.
[ Initially, the former templar watched with a sort of muted dismay. This was the gods' doing? This mindless destruction — using these people — was how they drew power?
[ Well. They're not going to get any more. Not if he can help it.
[ So he wades into the fray. His sword remains at his side, but his shield is out, ready to block any objects flying his way. When he sees someone clearly out of control, he approaches them without hesitation. ]
Hate to interrupt, but I really don't think that's a good idea.
the 25th -- Have a mildly drunk Tolkien character?
[ He turns to find a chuck of cheese being offered him. He takes it. ] Thank you, I will try it. [ He takes a bite. ] Indeed, this is the cheesiest cheese I've tasted in a long time!
[ He smiles at Alistair. ] You're new to Hadriel?
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