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

Comments

[mismanagement]

[Maketh snorts.]

I have better things to occupy my time than juvenile games. Regardless, I survived. Apparently that is an "accomplishment" in this place.

[mismanagement]

Is she not good at her job?

[It's just a thing that's said. Maketh supposes it could be a threat, with the right implications attached, but she's not in the mood to play that particular game. It doesn't get her anything.]

[lifetothefullest]

She's one of, if not the, best in her field.

[There's just a tiny hint of his fondness for his friend as he says it, although it's gone from his tone for his next response.]

But as I said, the particular phrase has connotations, whether it makes any sense or not.

[He didn't make this rule, although he's now convinced Maketh didn't actually mean anything creepy by it. Still creepy, but intent does count for something.]

[eyeofthetiger]

[ pure as the sun on a cloudy day, maybe. ]

And how do I know you ain't just trying to bait me?

[ which means of course he's playing. And it was just a paint gun, anyway. No one (usually) died of a paint gun. ]

[occupiesvitalregions]

A prize. Something you receive for participating in a contest is called a prize.

[Who're you trying to fool here, Saber.

Though something suddenly dawns on him, and he grins again.]

Unless you didn't participate, and that's some kinda bobby prize.

[circumitus]

[Despite appearances, Rey is contemplating the methods in which she could purloin the jukebox from the Colosseum. Of course, she could make the effort to ask Delight herself, but it seems like the least she could do for the trouble this week had put her through.

[She's been approached enough times by now that Rey doesn't falter or question when her dour demeanor is noticed. Instead, she just sighs.]

It hasn't been a very grand week.

[occupiesvitalregions]

[Brennan's honesty is kind of refreshing. Prussia blinks at her for a moment, trying to figure her out, before he laughs and extends a hand for a handshake.]

Damn right. Here's to more healthy competition! You're alright.

[eyeofthetiger]

[ well gee, don't try to shoot anyone with that thing. It could be loaded. ]

Oops, my bad. I guess you can't always tell a book by it's cover there?

[ Dean grins and then takes a swig of his own beer before he gestures with it. ]

So is that the consolation prize? I'm surprised they just didn't let you keep the paint gun.

[ you know, considering how effective it was at taking out most of the entire town. ]

[occupiesvitalregions]

300 A...C?

[If that's anything like 300 AD...

He'll hold the gun out and aim it for demonstration. Don't worry, it's not loaded yet.]

They're the weapons that changed history! Ya pull the trigger, the gunpowder ignites and out explodes the bullet. Guns've been common for centuries where I'm from, but they're rare here cuz no one has any bullets. Until now!

[He reaches into a back pocket and takes out one of the two boxes he received and shakes it for effect.]

This one's an antique in my time, but it's a real beaut.

[eyeofthetiger]

[ he is, he can't deny it. Even though he totally does ]

Who me?

[ he laughed ]

You're the one who almost believed me there for a second. So who got you?

[ he tossed her a beer form the cache he had sitting next to him. He's been here long enough, he's figured out how to get all the goods without moving more then a few feet now and then. Aka, he's well stocked. ]

[occupiesvitalregions]

[He was going to try the same tactic. But when it's quiet for long enough that Prussia can tell she's trying the same thing, he darts out strafing as fast as he can while ducked down.]

[roseofthetyrells]

[Margaery would be very much in favor of Rey stealing the jukebox. it's a machine that makes music, clearly such a thing is necessary]

Oh? May I ask why?

[aroundthecoroner]

Oh, right. [He nods.]

I have no idea what that means.

[He awkwardly reaches out to touch it, though.]

Re: come at me, bro

[ritualized]

[Tsking, Irisviel tilts her head to the side and steadies her aim She should honestly be insulted that Kate thought it would be so easy to shake her. Like she's the only one who wants to win!

And avenge Henry.

But for every competitive Kate, there's an equally competitive, stubborn Irisviel. She grins, and there's something unsettling about how docile it is, like they'd just met at the corner for tea. It's not even a smirk.]

I'm sorry I'm so persistent. I don't have any intention of giving up now, though, however. So I'm afraid this is the end.

[doctoral_bird]

[ It was a hard point to argue, he thought. Besides, it wasn't worth arguing when he now had to gather up his wits for some quick thinking. ]

Nothing, I'm afraid. This feline has taken most of my pen and all of my inspiration.

[ He pressed his hand down upon the stack, slowly pulling it closer to him. ]

Besides if I'd anything more to draw, it wouldn't be anything special or rebellious in nature. On an unrelated note, what do you feel regarding these... "gods"?

[ There honestly may be no one worse at hiding their motives than Malkus. ]

[roseofthetyrells]

After Conquest.

[they're a little more technologically advanced than that, but not by much

she eyes the gun, not wanting to appear overly curious. she's still irked]

So it's a weapon. One which not everyone has.

[eyeofthetiger]

That's okay. Dean really wasn't into prom either. Too much attachment and questions asked by his date when they found out he was living in a motel room most of his life.

... Not that he ever actually kept that hidden. Still. Dean raised an eyebrow.

"Don't you just need to unplug it from the wall? If you can get a dolly, moving it should be a piece of cake."

Except for that bit about trying to wheel it through whatever is left of the city. Oh, and also getting out of here. Dean's been more than a little stuck for days and it shows in that he's getting just a touch of the stir crazy.

[occupiesvitalregions]

Are you nuts? You can't just throw away a gun! Those things are worth their weight in gold around here! Don't tell me you tossed the ammo in there too?!

[Prussia rushes over to look inside the trashcan. Precious bullets, where are you?]

[ritualized]

[It's not every day that Irisviel gets thought of as a young lady. If she could hear Margaery's thoughts, she'd probably be blushing.

Regardless, as someone who doesn't actually have to eat, food has only recently stopped being a mystery to her. The question surprises her, and it shows in the slight upward turn of her eyebrows.]

Yes, I think so! [She looks down at her plate.] Though I might find something I really like and come back for seconds later. Who knows when I'll be able to leave that "Twister" game again.

[evocation]

I don't either.

[But it sounds better than "onesie", so that's what she's going with.]

See? It's awesome.

[toiletseat_girl]

Yes, you.

[she raises an eyebrow]

I just didn't wanna risk getting anything on my jacket, that's all. And it was some guy I talked to a couple of times. I don't think I got his name.

[she catches the can of beer, rights it, and opens it up and takes a swig]

Scoot over, I'm sitting down.

[ritualized]

Surely it goes against the spirit of the game! [She tries again, a little desperate.] Don't make me accuse you of poor sportsmanship.

[Maybe it's because the situation isn't really playing out for Iri in this game. She's already twisted around herself in a less-than-optimal position, and when Saber calls the next space, she groans, having to cross her legs to even think about reaching the space.]

W-what if you drop it...?

[eyeofthetiger]

[ he scoots, but only so he can guard the rest of his precious cache. Only the first beer is for free. ]

At least you caught a glimpse of him. I hope you gave as good as you got.

[ well, although by the time George got taken out, there wasn't a doubt in his mind she must've been desperate to win. He could only hope Jo didn't have to kick the bucket. At least then his getting shanked might actually be worth something. ]

[toiletseat_girl]

[she doesn't budge from where she's got herself plastered against the building. one of the paintballs explodes dangerously close, but she's waiting until she hears him stop moving before reaching around the building and sending a few paintballs his way]

[doctoral_bird]

It'll be me! Meee-

[ Malkus stumbled and swung an arm over Alphys' shoulder. Of course, he had to kneel down onto his knees to do so, but that was no big thing. Hissing that whisper, he pointed a thumb against his own chest. ]

Who slays our captorss- Me! You think so, don't you Doctor Alphsss? I'm not a joke. This party is but a ruuuse... Clouding our eyes.