Event Log: Party Hard

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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'

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.

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[circumitus]

She obliges, stepping inside if only so Maketh can't close the door on her. Not that Rey would let that happen.

"What, is it a requirement for one of us to want something for us to see each other now?" A brow arches.

[mismanagement]

"I'm tired," Maketh says flatly. "And hungover. I have no patience at all."

Better to be honest, isn't it?

[circumitus]

"Then you're lucky that I have all the patience in the world."

She pulls out a bottle from the bag and hands it over to Maketh. Inside are some painkillers.

Just because she hasn't seen Maketh partake in the festivities doesn't mean that she isn't drinking. It's what she does during these moods.

[mismanagement]

Rey is the patient one now? In another moment - a better one - Maketh might have laughed at that. Instead she stares down at the bottle in her hands.

Painkillers. Right.

"You're presuming a lot," Maketh says finally. That doesn't mean she's wrong.

[circumitus]

With everything that's happened, she's had to be patient. And when you've been around as long as Rey, have done and seen the things she has... Patience becomes a part of you.

"Am aware how you get when times are rough."

Meaning that, yes, she knows she isn't wrong.

[mismanagement]

"So I'm predictable now."

That's just wonderful. Another mistake that she's realized too late to properly correct.

Maketh rubs her face with a groan.

"Thank you. For the pills. They are--appreciated."

[circumitus]

Really, Maketh? The look Rey gives her just about says as much.

"Think we've known​ each other long enough now to recognize a certain pattern to things."

At least, Rey would like to believe so.

[mismanagement]

Even Maketh knows she's being cruel, and looks away. She doesn't want to do this, not really. She respects Rey. Most of the time they understand each other easily. Their conversations can be frustrating but rarely uneasy, and that's something she can no longer take for granted.

Maketh lets out a slow breath.

"I'm tired. I'm tired and cruel and I say things I don't mean to."

[circumitus]

Although Rey can't even begin to imagine what she's done to garner the respect Maketh has for her, she doesn't want to jeopardize that, either. Maketh can stab and yell and curse Rey all she wants, her feet won't ever budge. That's just how she is.

"Then stop," Rey says simply, like it's as easy as reading a menu. "Stop saying things you don't mean, or being the sort of person you know you'll hate."

Spoken by someone with experience. It's what Rey did -- except the self-loathing part is a bit of a challenge to work through. She at least try to behave like someone who isn't completely reprehensible, and maybe she'll someday come to like that someone. Or come to accept them, in any case.

[mismanagement]

Maketh watches her for a long moment. "How?"

It's easy to say a thing like that. Even to mean it with all sincerity. But making it happen - now that's the part she struggles with. Every time it fails.

[circumitus]

If it's one thing Rey can't deny, Maketh is not wrong to think that. Changing yourself is much easier said than done, and even then you might still only ever see the sham that you are. Rey has been many different people, and even now, after all this time, it's hard for her to say who she is. If she is the person she wants to be. If she can change that person.

Rey falls silent for a good long moment as well, before pulling something else out of the bag, which is too big to have carried a bottle of painkillers alone.

She's holding another bottle by the neck this time. With the purple hue of the glass, it's difficult to tell what color the liquid inside is.

"How about we talk about it over a drink?" And then, she adds with a wry smile: "Unfortunately, it's not very alcoholic. Was able to make a little something interesting with what we've got here, though."

[mismanagement]

Maketh tips her head to the side. She and Rey have had drinks before. It led to---

Well. It wasn't painful. Parts of it were even good.

She sighs, rubbing her face. Stars, she's tired.

"All right. We'll drink---whatever that thing is."

[circumitus]

Alcohol has always been a mixed bag with Rey. Hence why she's reeled it in a bit in the midst of all this partying.

She isn't so much concerned about that with this stuff, though.

"All right. If you'd like to get some glasses while I crack this open..."

Assuming that they're not going the whole nine yards and drinking directly from the bottle. Until a decision has been made, Rey sets it down on the table and starts to twist the opening off.

[mismanagement]

Maketh retreats without a word and returns shortly with glasses. Why not, apparently they're doing this properly. "Here. You said you found these? Where?"

[circumitus]

Soon as they're made ready, Rey goes to fill the glasses.

"Made it. Just found the ingredients in the stores and orchards. Am a little familiar with home distillation, and Firo more so with the wine."

Seeing that he was a bootlegger during the Prohibition, she couldn't have asked for a better 'business partner' in this endeavor she's been working on.

[mismanagement]

"I didn't know you could do that," Maketh admits. She knows about moonshine and brewing, of course, but not that Rey had that particular skill. She takes her glass hesitantly. "Is it difficult?"

[circumitus]

Rey shrugs. "Not really, and just about anyone can do it. The hardest part is the waiting."

Which can be difficult for the less than patient types who want to get boozed up fast.

"Picked it up from traveling. Alcohol can be a valuable commodity for intel, and other things... so it paid to learn."

[mismanagement]

That makes sense. Alcohol is a commodity like anything else, and survival often depends upon how useful a person can make themselves. Maketh eyes her glass dubiously, wondering how it's going to taste.

Well, she's probably had worse regardless of how it turns out.

"Cheers, then."

Maketh tips her head back and drinks.

[circumitus]

The flavor is just as alien as the fruit itself when Rey samples one of the many wines Firo helped her to make. Vaguely on the sweet side, with hints of the fermentation in the aftertaste. There's some carbonation in there as well, if only to make it a little bubbly.

If purple had a flavor, Rey suspects that it would taste something like this. Otherwise, her palate is not nearly experienced enough to give it a proper description.

It's not bad, though.

Rey licks her lips after, before setting the glass down as she waits for Maketh's verdict.

[mismanagement]

Maketh closes her eyes, putting on the face she'd wear in parties sometimes, when she got invited along with the high ranking officers and pretended she was fancy. Secretly she'd enjoyed those parties. It had been like playing a game, tricking everyone. Putting on an accent, pretending she hadn't been born on a mosture farm to a crippled bounty hunter and a tailor. "It's like berry wine. A little softer, though."

She opens her eyes.

"I like it."

[circumitus]

"You do?"

Rey tries not to sound too surprised. While she doubts Maketh would openly criticize Rey's effort, it's hard to imagine her lying about such a thing.

A quiet smile tugs the corner of her mouth. "Good. It's... good, knowing that you're capable of doing something you know you can probably do. Something that isn't what you were meant for."

Maybe a subtle drag back to their original subject they were talking about. Even if it's as simple as making wine and liquor, it means something that she can put her knowledge and memories to use, and it doesn't involve killing.

[mismanagement]

"I have a couple lines I could say," Maketh admits. "They'd sound good."

She knows. She practices.

"But you made this. And it's not a line. I do like it."

Maketh shakes her head, wondering.

"That's--well. That's something."

[circumitus]

What Maketh says, Rey believes. It isn't a line, or empty flattery; it means more.

"Thanks." She takes another drink, and a second taste becomes more acquired. Not too dry, not too sweet. Close to the way Rey likes it. "It is something. Will work at it, and try to get better."

She doesn't mean to refer to wine as a metaphorical form of attempting self-improvement, but she just did. Hell, if it makes some people happy, who is she to care?

[mismanagement]

"It's good, knowing how to make things."

Like how Emily makes clothes or Henry is learning how to cook. Maketh takes another drink.

"What made you decide to...?"

[circumitus]

She just shrugs.

"Wasn't really a conscious decision so much as it... just happened," Rey confesses, setting her glass down. "First it started as a bit of a haphazard effort during the gods' competition for Sorrow. Then Delight's bar was blown up and she said she wasn't considering on bringing it back, and Firo offered to help, so... Figured it might be worth the effort."

Everyone needs a hobby, right?