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Event Log: Party Royale

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
► 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 fall and break your neck or something because you can't die in paintball, please let us know here.

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[ Malkus approached from the side, the edges of his mask caked in frosting and other sorts of jams and look he's a mess of food. Thankfully he's only mildly buzzed at this current time. As interesting as that costume was, he was delighted to hold onto a small pot of tiny bluebells. A delicate little flower that he begrudgingly accepted from these parasites. ]

Pajamas, perhaps. Seems... comfortable?

Hey.

[He's only trying to fuck with him, but he does find it hilarious when Hayden flips out for a second.]

Did an amateur teach you how to steal shit? You are way under-utilizing your space there, little dude.

[ Curufin hears the sharp snap of Lance's gun as it fires, and he ducks simultaneously. The paintball strikes the wall only a foot above his head, splatting its color onto the wall. He grins. ]

Nice shot, except you missed.

[Tucker's not the type to get completely smashed at some otherworldly god-party, even if it's tempting. Instead, after the initial face-stuffing, he keeps his eyes on the crowd, observing. And by far the most interesting thing to observe (besides drunk twister) has been this dude in the giant plague doctor getup scribbling on napkins.

Eventually, curiosity gets the better of him, and Tucker approaches. He's holding a beer, just, you know, to look more innocent.]

What's that? [He scrutinizes the drawing that Malkus is frantically flipping to.] A cat with a giant shoe?

[Michael still feels a little weird about approaching Kyna. They're cool, but they haven't spoken in person since that argument. Whatever, it's... probably... fine...]

Yeah, the food's not half bad. [He squints at what she's wearing, though.]

Nice... onesie?

LAD!

[ Malkus piped in with a scolding tone. Really, how uncivilized! He approached, folding his arms. ]

You're going to mix the flavors, it's going to be disgusting.

[ The doctor demonstrated by grabbing a napkin to wrap around one of the pastries. Once properly wrapped (it was actually... pretty terribly wrapped) he shoved it up and behind his mask. Continuing on, he wrapped another and tucked it away in one of his robe pockets. ]

Grab some silverware too.

[It's fine, apparently. Kyna doesn't look too thrown off by him approaching, anyway. She does look thrown off by the "onesie" comment.]

It's not a onesie, it's a kigurumi.

[It's very obvious she just learned that word today.]

And it's the softest thing ever. Feel it.

[Kyna holds her arm out. Sorry, Michael.]

[ He sees the flying braid. Aha! ]

I certainly will try! [ Chuckle. ] Who are you?

[ Of course he's not going to waste a shot. He's trying to trick her into showing herself by taking another shot at him. She'll have to lean out from behind the tree-trunk in order to do that, and he's got the range now, having hit her tree once. ]

[ Oh shit, this was actually somebody he hadn't anticipated questioning him. Which made sense, as Malkus didn't know this dude at all. He had a cover story laid out, though. A cat in a boa- ]

No!

[ Relax, Malkus! Now wasn't the time to get butt hurt over a viewer's misinterpretation of your art. He pulled his lips tight, staring at Tucker through the scuffed lens of his mask. ]

A... shoe.

[ Did it really look-... The doctor looked back to his drawing and could see it now. ]

It's a small cat, so it's really just a moderately sized shoe.

The first couple of days weren't awful. It didn't take Nico long to figure out what was really happening when people were shot because of the ringing in his ears that came and went, varying in intensity and still happening whenever someone was shot. He and Will had stuck together, Nico providing Will with cover while Will looked around at unconscious bodies to try and help people.

Until the third day, when Will was hit himself as he was looking someone over. At first, Nico had had a moment of panic because even if he was sure Will wasn't going to die from getting hit with a paintball, there was still that little voice of What if he did? whispering in the back of his mind. It'd been extremely unnerving to see Will lying there, feeling like he was hovering just above being dead and staying that way with nothing happening.

And then he'd gotten mad that someone would dare to even hit Will and take him out. The paintball 'game' had been going on for three days. Surely whoever had hit him had known what happened now when people were hit. Will was a healer, a doctor. Who would want to take him out?

So you may come across Nico (A) guarding Will's body, dragged away to an abandoned building where he was trying to keep Will as comfortable as he could. Anyone who knew what he could do ability wise probably would be able to see how agitated he was, not only from the way he paced back and forth and kept an eye out, but also from the cracks in the ground that branched out in a circle around where Nico had been standing when Will had gone down, along with the way the air temperature had lowered to a chill around him, and there may even have been little circles of frost that formed where Nico stepped depending on what he was thinking about.

Then on the day everyone who had been taken out so far disappeared and showed up in the Colosseum, Nico was thrown into another panic. People always said that the dead were resurrected, so Nico just told himself that was probably what was happening even if he'd only felt people get close to death, not die all the way. Definitely not Will either. He'd know without a doubt if Will was dead or not, even if he wasn't right next to him at the time, and Will hadn't died, he'd just... disappeared. He hoped it meant that Will was okay and would be coming back, returning to where they lived and just... waiting outside by the door for Will to come back.

But no matter how long he waited, Will didn't show, and as time went by, the fear grew and grew that Will was really gone, whether he was dead and not coming back or just... sent home somehow, until the fear changed into simply just not caring about anything anymore. If Will was gone, Nico didn't care what happened. This wasn't home. He couldn't go to the Underworld, couldn't go to either Camp Half-Blood or Camp Jupiter, couldn't see anyone else he cared deeply about like his sister, couldn't even check to see if Will was in the Underworld. He was stuck and if Will wasn't here anymore then he was alone and he just didn't care.

So you might also come across him (B) sitting in front of the building he lived in looking completely apathetic, gun tossed carelessly to the side, and if you had a gun of your own in your hands, he'd simply look up at you, not fighting back, with an expression that read 'if you're going to do it, just do it and get it over with'. He didn't care about playing the game anymore.

[He grins, a half-smile. He's not short either - but there is enough room for the both of them. He sits.]

Thanks. Just needed to get out of all... that.

[Adam waves a hand in the general direction of the partying.]

[ Curufin hears Tucker's body shift, and he springs out of the way just in time to avoid the first of the paintballs. The roof doesn't have much of an overhang, so it doesn't provide much cover for the Elven warrior. He runs quietly along the side of the house, turns the corner and runs a little further.

That guy up there is a clever adversary. He's got the advantage as long as he stays on the roof, and so Curufin needs to find better cover -- and also to trick him into showing himself, if possible.

The buildings are clustered together, and there is another shop not far away. The Elf steps out just a little way, hoping Tucker hasn't followed the sound of Elvish feet half-way round the house. He fires a shot over the roof. It probably won't hit the man, but it might cause him to duck, in which case Curufin will have time to run to better cover. Or it might cause him to scramble to take another shot at the Elf, in which case, with luck, some part of him will be silhouetted against the sky for an instant. ]

[ Curufin is indeed focused on taking down this opponent, who is clearly no slouch at this. It might be difficult, but so what? He waits and listens, not intending to use ammo until his target shows himself again.

And then he hears that shout of Room! And suddenly, there's the tiniest click of a disturbed pebble on the other side of the pillar.

Oho! A magic user. Curufin smiles and sidles slowly around the pillar, which is probably a couple of yard in diameter, his ears still pricked to catch another sound, even so much as a breath. His gun is at the ready. It's considered unsafe to shoot an adversary at such close range, but does he care? Not at the moment. ]

[Tucker tilts his head at the drawing.]

Still a giant shoe to the cat, though.

[But more importantly:]

What else did you draw?

[...Okay, he has to laugh at Hayden's, uh, optimism? Is that what this is?]

It's a paintball gun, which is like a regular gun except that it shoots paintballs. Getting shot hurts, but it won't do actual damage. Not more than like a bruise or something, anyway. [...] But getting shot in the face would fuck you up, so avoid that. [The gods should've hooked them up with helmets or something, jesus.]

And don't point it at yourself. Or shoot it in the house.

["IT'S EASY" except here are 298374234 rules.]

[Harlan has been at this stupid party for a thousand years and it's lame and embarrassing because he too is stuck with a consolation teddy bear. He'd like to just toss the thing, but he wants to gift it to Delmar later. Weird that Del hasn't shown up here, yet.

Then he spots 9S hanging out on the outskirts of the party and being similarly disappointed in his bear. Awesome. Harlan heads over.]

Glad I'm not the only loser. [He's joking. He shakes his bear to illustrate. A lame prize!!] I'd rather they just let us out of here. I'm not big on parties.

Ah. You summon familiars? [He asks curiously.] It seems I yet have much to learn about you.

[His smile widens.]

You shall soon be seasoned in attending parties. A shame that we cannot all be suitably dressed.

[Even if he is mainly teasing about the cute kigurumi, he does feel somewhat awkward to have woken at a party armed and armoured, against good guest etiquette and frankly, common sense.]

Rey made it no secret that she didn't want a part of this stupid game from day one. She also made it pretty clear early on that she would be packing real ammunition to turn on anyone coming after her with the knockout paint. Not to kill, as she had dealt with Carlisle to heal any gunshot wounds she might inflict on anyone in her attempts to disarm them. But she would be an idiot if she didn't take extra precautions.

When the bodies she had been looking after started disappearing, she was still beyond surprise. Because of course this would happen. Of course. She knew that this wasn't a typical game, and that these people weren't simply taking dirt naps. Something was wrong with them.

She's quicker to draw her gun after that, hand on the grip when turning corners and checking for snipers. Her vigilance extends to others as well -- to those she deems family, friends, and even anyone who doesn't appear to be participating.

Finding a dejected boy in front of his discarded paint gun, Rey didn't need to ask where he stood on the game. She goes from her own handgun being drawn to holstering it at her belt, before approaching the kid.

"Really shouldn't be outside like this. Could get shot."

Judging by the look on his face, however, it doesn't seem that he cares about that very much.

Funny enough, and probably to no one's shock, Rey has never been to a prom. Not even with the fake memories of such a life lingers in the many people she has stored in her head. Social affairs are alien to her, a thing of fiction that she has only seen or heard about. At least that isn't so much her excuse now. She has no excuse, save for her sour mood and priorities.

Chin still resting in her palm, her eyes roll towards Dean when he speaks to her, before returning to the jukebox.

"Actually, been thinking how difficult it might be to disconnect that thing and carry it out of here."

It'd be worth more at the Speakeasy than a damn rubber duck, for sure.

「 Shit! The paint passes buzzing right next to his ear and Atem cannot do much but try to take cover, which he fortunately finds behind a tree! He's so awfully thin, it's the perfect place to hide for him! 」

Never!

「 What, did this one thought it'd be that easy? He shoots to the voice's general direction, trying to scare them them off and reveal themselves! A terribly bright pink spatters against the bark of the tree. 」

Which I am very grateful for. I know nothing of fighting. And I plan to stay in the more populated areas. Though, I take it that you're one of the ones who know how to fight the monsters? You'd have to be, being a pirate captain.

[Nate, a naturally competitive person who takes any opportunity to be a dickwad in the spirit of crushing other people into the dust for the sake of a game, manages to eke his way to the finish line of the paintball extravaganza with his excessively talented wife. Of course, now that they're all free and clear and one gun heavier with rewards, they've parted to catch up with personal friends and get better acquainted with new ones.

Despite being charismatic in his own way, he isn't particularly fond of social events and is therefore really in it for the food. Lurking around the outskirts he sees a kindred spirit in someone who is doing the very same thing, drink in hand.]

I never was big into these shindigs.

i'll be the last man standing here. i'm not going anywhere. (before the 24th; closed to sharon.)

[Well, if you're going to be the best, you definitely need to practice. There's a row of trees in the park on which Mello painted targets for throwing knives a long time ago, and that paint may be worn by now, but the trees are all splattered with new, exciting colors, courtesy of these paintball guns. He gives Sharon a sideways glance and half a smile over her most recent shot.]

I won't shoot you, by the way. Just in case you were wondering.

i get hit and i might start bleeding, but i'm not on the floor, staring at the ceiling. (26th-29th; open.)

[WELP, getting shot by Brennan sure is a thing that happened, and damn, do those paintball thingies hurt. The box of chocolates is a nice consolation prize, though, especially considering the last time Mello saw any of that particular confection was about a year ago. Just don't ask him to share. ~~Please ask him to share.~~

He'll be found all over the outskirts of the party, but please drag him over to play party games. He needs more fun in his life. You will, however, be subjected to some questioning.]

So who got you?

[Whoops that sounded wrong, didn't it?]

Investigate. The shot knocked you unconscious, nothing worked to pull you out of the coma.

so now you'd better stop and rebuild all your ruins, for peace and trust can win the day despite all of your losing. (26th-29th; open.)

[Guess who got taken out on day one? (THANKS, ADAM.) Nick looks vaguely vexed about the entire ordeal, though that could just be her default expression.]

I dunno about you, but I need a fuckin' nap.

[She's just. So very Tired, y'all.]

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