Event Log: Party Royale

[hadrielmods]

Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for the Party Royale event
Where: All over the city!
When: September 22nd-29th
Warnings: Paintball, loss of consciousness, and partying!

As is par for the course in Hadriel, at some point throughout the day- waking up, making breakfast, doing laundry- you find an item. This isn't just any item though, it's a tried and true paintball gun, shining and just waiting to be picked up. This gun never runs out of ammunition, never malfunctions, and almost always hits the target that you're aiming at, so say hello to your new best friend for the next week.

Touching or picking up the gun will fill you with a competitive surge, which will likely increase when you find the note that's left with it, saying nothing more than be the last one standing. With instructions like that, how could you lose?

Well, you could lose if someone else shoots you. But never fear, there's a plan for that too! Even if you embrace the throes of unconsciousness, the gods have got your back and will eventually teleport you into a grand party where prizes will be handed out based on how long you survived. Awesome! At this party is also the traditional copious amounts of food and drink, as well as everyone's favorite goddess Delight and everyone's slightly-less-favorite goddess Rage!

Happy paintballing, and may the odds be ever in your favor!

► This log covers September 22nd-29th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well
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► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If you fall and break your neck or something because you can't die in paintball, please let us know here.

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[eyeofthetiger]

Dean glanced at the girl and then back to the jukebox, a half-eaten sandwich in his hands as he contemplated life, teenagers (because this whole thing did have a sort of prom kind of vibe, complete with cutthroats), and the awful twang of something that almost sounded like English coming over the wires.

"You know, however, much I'm not a fan of whatever it is that's playing, I don't think that Jukebox deserves a death glare." He paused. "Although I have to admit, I think you've got one heck of a death glare going on there."

[nowherewolf]

[Definitely too close for comfort. But at least it tells him where she's at.

Tucker pops up just a hair, enough that he can see over the roof ledge and point the gun toward where he thinks those shots came from. Now he's just gotta lure her out again...]

Well, too bad. Don't be greedy now and steal it.

[nowherewolf]

[This disrespect???]

Wow, what the fuck? We got a sore loser over here.

[nowherewolf]

[Another person on the roofs isn't exactly unexpected, but Tucker doesn't like it all the same. He wishes people would stop stealing his idea??? Get your own sniper nest, you crumbs.

He's focused in on someone down on the streets, but then someone else takes them out before he lines up the shot. Someone else who definitely sounds like they were on the next building over. Excuse you???

He swivels, trying to get eyes on whoever it is. Ah, there you are. He can't see enough of the person shooting, but he can see the end of their gun. He decides to let off a few shots in that direction to see if he can get them moving.]

[nowherewolf]

[Tucker looks over at the unusual answer and squints. Oh shit, yeah, he totally shot Rhy. Or did Kyna shoot him? Eh, it gets hazy after a bit.]

Whoops, my bad.

[His expression says he totally does not think it was his bad.]

Dean | open

[eyeofthetiger]

[ Paintball ]

[ Dean wasn't a stranger to the game of hide 'n seek and destroy all the monsters, but even Dean was a little impressed with how hot 'n heavy the world got as soon as they woke up with a gun in hand. So impressed, he's neck deep in the middle of it and barely avoiding getting painted as red as the town. Taking a breather behind a burnt husk of a building, he breathed heavily, glancing around the corner and trying to look for the tell-tale hint of movement suggesting he was about to get pegged about six ways from sunday (and he wasn't even all that religious of a man).

Hearing the roll of a rock skitter across the pavement, Dean swore and then yelled because how better to protect oneself then give away his position in the first three hours of the game. ]

Hey! Can't you let a man take a break!

[ because really. Dean doesn't want to admit it, but he's not actually a teenager anymore. Energy doesn't grow on trees! ]

[ Party ]

[ Dean woke with a start at the grand party and clutched his chest, still not believing for an instance that that stink of a girl had shot him in cold blood. ]

Damnit, Jo, that wasn't fair!

[ yep, dean got shanked by the not girlfriend. Fricking hell. Still, by the time the majority of stragglers enter into the party, it's all old hat for Dean so he does the only thing he's got left. Heckling the latecomers and sitting on some random stool next to the buffet table eating whatever it is he can stuff his face with. Because he has no delusions anymore. Food is scarce, so he might as well eat while he can. Still... Glancing at whomever passes by, he gestures. ]

Let me guess, hit to the back of the head?

[ he gestured ] You still got a bit of paint on ya. [ even if they don't, he'll still say you do. Just for fun. ]

[eyeofthetiger]

[ whelp, that's probably the most excited he's seen a person get here in the Colosseum and he should know since he'd been there a few days. Holding a bag of chips (or whatever passes for chips in this place) in hand, he gestured, swallowing past a mouthful of pure, blissful salt on a wafer thin cracker. ]

Let me guess, you hit the jackpot and won a free trip to Disneyworld?

[ he wouldn't mind disneyworld, actually. Just so long as Mickey Mouse doesn't try coming at him with a machete. ]

[doctoral_bird]

[ Malkus pulled away, but all that did was retract his arm into his robe. Carey still had a handful of what now looked like a black noodley arm to lead him by. ]

Nobody listens, Karen. Nobody. I know the pitying looks th'give to me. There's Malkus, the man out of time, Karen.

[ He looked at the rest of the party and audibly huffed. ]

At a disadvantage point... Think I'm some boob.

[aroundthecoroner]

[He gives her a commiserating frown.]

That sucks. Somebody tagged me on the second day. I wasn't exactly playing, though. Least I got something cool out of it?

[He moves onto eating something that he... thinks is buffalo chicken. He's not convinced the gods know what that is, though.]

[knifecollecting]

[Jo had put off picking up the gun for an hour, but curiosity got the better of her eventually.

And soon enough she was in. She liked games, and this one seemed harmless enough for the cave. It was just paintball, right?

She grabs some food and stashes it in her bag as usual before heading out of the house, leading with her gun and being very cautious. She wasn't about to lose this game.

This is about when she decides to text Dean. Her intentions are pure, for now.]

You playing? Meet me in the orchard.

[aroundthecoroner]

[Michael takes the beer kind of awkwardly. He's not much of a drinker but it seems weird to refuse it?]

Yeah, not so much. Not really the "lose yourself in the music" type.

[And then he spots the bear.]

Nice stuffed animal.

two, 28th or something idek

[thechoiceisyours]

You uh, don't look too happy, bro.

[Chris, meanwhile, looks pretty pleased with himself; sure, he didn't win, but he got a stupid looking kigurumi that he not so secretly finds hilarious--although he isn't wearing it at the moment--and, more importantly, there's food. It's just not possible for him to be too bothered, even if he doesn't like losing.]

[aroundthecoroner]

Oh, ouch. Whoops.

[Not much for it now, though. And anyway, everyone woke up, so the kid's fine.]

I didn't get anybody. I tried not to play, but that didn't work out so well.

[pocketspa]

[Honestly, Taako couldn't even begin to reassure Kravitz that Lup wasn't gonna take a shot and not directly at his head, so he hasn't even bothered trying at this point. He snickers at Lup's statement, though, perfectly intent on getting in on the bullshit while the getting's good.]

It's all about the aesthetic, sis. You know how it is. He's got a brand to keep up.

[He tilts his head behind him a little towards Kravitz.]

You okay back there babe? Need some drinks, a snack?

partay

[hot_mes]

[as much as he really dislikes his prize, Law is extremely glad that he didn't get a kigurumi. This seems like the perfect time to talk shit to someone who did]

Better be careful putting it on, in case it turns you into a cat or something.

[aroundthecoroner]

[Michael doesn't mind the sudden appearance. It wasn't too sudden, so he's chill.]

Yeah, I am. Why me specifically, though?

[He's aware he was unconscious for a period of time, but he doesn't know exactly how long, or that he was lying in the street for a while.]

II

[ghostlocked]

[Harlan sits down next to Delmar, beer in hand. The party novelty has long since worn off, but he's glad to see his buddy. He was surprised not to see him way earlier, honestly. Delmar did well in this game, somehow. HH is kind of surprised (and impressed).]

Hey, man. Got something for you.

[He sets his teddy bear prize on the table.] Maybe he can be a friend for the lamp guy you got.

[Harlan would also suggest Frankensteining this bear's head onto lampbear but he's pretty sure Delmar would be horrified at the thought.]

[doctoral_bird]

[ Malkus leaned over his napkins protectively, staring over his shoulder with almost frantic distrust in his eyes. Until he realized who it was. It was uh-... Who was this? That lad from before, that was certain. Maybe the doctor was a little hungover.

One thing was certain. ]

I still. Still cannot wrap my mind around how you can see me with that!

[ He motioned around his own eyes for emphasis. ]

[hot_mes]

I found you. One of the first. [though he doesn't know how long Michael had been down at that point] You were a medical mystery, I couldn't pass up the chance. Sorry I couldn't do anything about it, though.

[he's accepted that people stayed down because the gods wanted it that way, but accepting doesn't mean he likes it]

[doctoral_bird]

[ The tunnel vision given by his mask combined with his inebriation meant any depth perception was thrown out the window. So as Harlan took a step back, Malkus continued forward with his lean. It's unfortunate that he had planned to lean his weight against the man, as it meant Malkus had nothing but air to support his body.

With a THUNK, the doctor toppled and bounced off of the edge of the table on his way down. ]

HAH! HAH! Ow- ohoh- Oh- lord. I was saying- [ He spoke into the ground. ] I was saying do not trust this gathering. But what do I know? Nobody'll listen!

[aroundthecoroner]

Well, I can't do a whole lot more than that. I'm not a botanist.

[He probably should've been, in retrospect. Would've saved himself a lot of trouble.

Michael isn't sure how to take this whole interaction, still, but she definitely seems to be being genuine... so he relaxes a bit. Maybe she was just having a bad day when they met before.]

I'll have to take your word for it on the scotch. [He eyes the bottle a bit.] I'm not much of a drinker.

[aroundthecoroner]

[Michael takes a sip of his drink and frowns.]

Found me where? Couldn't pass up the chance to do what?

[He's feeling slightly uncomfortable now.]

[unknowable]

Thanks.

[He sidles in next to her and picks up a few more delicacies. Who knows when he'll get to eat like this? Adam has always been the prudent sort - he might as well enjoy what's here.

He glances over, noticing her jacket.]

Hey, that looks nice.

[ritualized]

[She waves in greeting, smile broad. It's good to see Harry in good spirits after he was cut down so callously and before his time. She feels another little thrill of victory for having successfully taken Kate down, even if was mere hours before she herself was eliminated.]

They're very common where I'm from! Wolves are characteristic of the woods surrounding Einzbern land.

[She holds her arms out and inspects the kigurumi.] I guess it's easier than, say, a hawk, but both would be easier familiars for me to call on.

Party!

[nowherewolf]

[Tucker's on his way back to the table for more food after grabbing a beer at a different one. He squints at Dean for a second when he calls out to him.]

Hey, nice try, bro. But I didn't get shot.

[He makes an exaggerated shrug, just happening to be holding his shiny new gun in one hand, his eyebrows raised. Checkmate, dude.]