hadriel_logs | Event Log: Party Hard

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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'

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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may 24th-28th (halfparty)

[ 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. ]

May 24th - 28th

[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...]

[That sure is a fist-shaped hole in someone's house. Chara isn't 100% sure if the woman out front was responsible as they didn't see it happen but they do notice the signs of someone who was either really hungover or just very drunk.

And asking about a...dog? Chara blinks.]

I...cannot say I have, no. What happened here?

May 24 - 27

[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.]

Guard Post

[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.]

[Magnus overhears a woman mention to someone else she's looking for her dog, and he instantly spits out the energy drink he was trying to chug and rushes over, definitely knocking shit over in his haste to get her attention. Glasses are broken. Alcohol is on the floor. It's a mess.]

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.

Having been preoccupied with the opening of the Speakeasy, among other things eating up her time, Rey hasn't been very involved in the ways of Guard activities. That doesn't mean she isn't doing her part, though.

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.

[24-26th | OTA]

[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.]

"Shut up, I'm coming!"

It's impossible to sleep with that racket, much as Maketh would like to. Currently she's neither drunk nor dreaming, and as such is in a bad mood. She's just hungover enough that existing is unpleasant, hair down and dressed in loose pajamas, no shoes.

Not the best impression to make when a person opens the door.

Maketh squints. It's Rey.

"What?"

[Someone had to be the adult in the house with Anakin Skywalker and Kylo Ren which kept him from getting carried away, thankfully. But it also meant that by the end of the month Hux needed a break and to get out of the house.

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.

[He's really, really not sure that whatever this vegetable is is edible; it certainly doesn't look appealing from the label, and it doesn't have an ingredients list which is never a good sign unless it's something like a bottle of water.

Lance doesn't hear Hux comes up behind him, but he does immediately place his voice when he speaks. So Lance carefully sets the can down, then turns to look at Hux--

And his gun. Great. He's not playing this game.]

Hux. Either shoot me or don't.

[It's cold and short and he'll surely regret dealing with the situation in this way, but he's out of patience for people threatening him. At least this way he retains the dignity of not cowering and trying to placate someone, which is currently well worth the risk to him at this point.]

Edited 2017-05-25 02:33 (UTC)

At least Rey wasn't expecting much of an impression, considering their last conversation.

She holds up the bag in response, a neutral expression taking hold of her face.

"Got you some things."

[May 24th]

[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.]

Maketh steps back to let Rey in, though her expression is suspicious. "What do you want?"

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.

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

Better to be honest, isn't it?

"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.

[While not actively partaking in the partying, Rey isn't being a complete killjoy, either. She's made sure that the custom liquor at the Speakeasy be temporarily withheld in light of Delight providing them with plenty of means of drinking themselves into a stupor.

[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.]

Alright.

[Hux squeezed the trigger but again nothing happened, a soft whirl but no discharge. He chuckled as he tucked the blaster back into his coat pocket with amusement.]

Again, lucky I was wearing gloves.

[He looked Lance over then, noting the lack of the same reaction he had gotten the last time.] I take it your talk with Maketh Tua was productive.

[He'd actually asked Maketh about the weapon, and from what she'd told him combined with what Hux said before--and repeats now, about gloves--Lance had put together a general idea of how it works, and so he isn't surprised when Hux pulls the trigger and the gun does nothing. He can't help but tense up a little on reflex, but it's less terrifying than it had been last time.

When Hux asks about Maketh, Lance watches him suspicious for a moment as he decides how to answer.]

As far as I'm aware.

[She didn't go off after Sato, at least, but that was much more Henry's doing than his own.]

I presume you haven't spoken with her since then, if you're asking.

How fortunate. She's more useful alive and not causing complications for me.

[That was honestly his only concern in the matter. He would make no move to save Maketh's life but she was an asset to him. Once she was no longer useful, he would kill her himself.]

No, I haven't. She hasn't sought me out and I'm not going to involve myself in this matter any further.

[Well, that's good at least; Lance doesn't think Maketh should really be spending much time with Hux anyway, considering he seems like a terrible influence and he's told her as much. Maybe that's something she'll remember; he can only hope.

He's tempted to just try to escape the conversation now that that's settled, but part of what Hux said makes him curious.]

How did you get involved in the first place?

[He knows Maketh had been planning with him at some point in regard to the Sato thing, before Hux apparently changed his mind on it being a good idea, but he'd like to hear what Hux says about it and if that's the same story he'll tell.]

She asked me to assist. But she had every intention of rushing it and it would have been a sloppy operation at best.

[Because that was his only objection. He didn't know why she had wanted to murder Sato, he honestly didn't care, but he wasn't going to use resources foolishly without proper planning.]

She should have honestly known better but she was emotional when we spoke. [That part was spoken with obvious annoyance. He hated it when emotions got in the middle of things.]

[Well, at least Hux has a sense of practicality, he supposes. At least for some things.

And he doesn't want to say too much about Maketh, so he just gives a noncommittal nod.]

It was not a well thought-out plan.

[That much he can definitely agree with. It was also a horrific, abhorrent plan, but somehow he doesn't think that matters to Hux in the slightest.]

I'm surprised she was willing to disclose the details to you.

[Apparently Maketh and Lance had more of a rapport than he had suspected. He would have to ask her about that.]

How fortunate she was willing to listen to you....especially considering how you are.

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Event Log: Party Hard

inquisitor trevelyan ; open

Chara | Open

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Maketh Tua | ota

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