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

[dedikated]

( Excuse you she has seniority here, thank you very much. A second trip to this hellhole has to be worth something in this game. Like priority on her favourite travelling tracks as a base of operations.

The paint pellets that come flying towards her area do manage to do their job, getting Kate to dart and roll out of the way with exceptional quickness - hey, a woman's gotta use that superhuman speed and agility for something and this is definitely a fitting something. She doesn't intend on losing, especially not when this is such good practice for the day the Null decide to invade, because knowing Kate's luck, the Null will probably decide to invade.

She tucks herself behind the lip of the wall which faces the direction the shots came from, peeking over quickly to fire off a couple of return warning shots. ) Y'mind gettin' your own place?

( The rooftops are hers, thanks. This might end up being a matter of pride. )

[evocation]

[Unfortunately for Chris, all of Kyna's spells are battle focused, not practical. She nudges him with her elbow anyway, grinning.]

Okay, how much would you pay me to turn your kigurumi into something cooler?

[so_dark_a_road]

[ Another chuckle. Of course Lance is that good! He's good at everything else, so why not this? ]

[ Curufin wants to win as well, and by this time, he too has noticed that people who are hit fall asleep and eventually vanish. Some trickery of the gods, of course. Probably not fatal, as they don't seem to like losing their hosts. But still. ]

Of course, it might be you who finds out the hard way. [ A very genuine smile. ]

[unknowable]

A little. I've never had any training or anything - I just used one when I had to.

[Which is a whole different story, or rather a couple different stories, some here and some at home. But the gist of it is, Adam can't really be considered skilled or trained or anything but a beginner.

So he thinks he did okay, considering.]

She definitely knew what she was doing.

[He likes her.]

I got some chocolates - I can't complain. It's nice to get decent treats here.

[hot_mes]

Mm. Smart choice. [he really can't fault anyone for choosing life over death, really. Tattoos aside.

Law looks into his cup again and decides it's time for a refill.]

It bears keeping an eye on it, anyway. I won't be too happy if this place erupts into some kind of civil war over it.

[roseofthetyrells]

[Marg finds life infinitely preferable to death. life, even here, allows possibilities. death? all possibilities are gone]

Do you truly think it could go that far?

[doctoral_bird]

Familiar? Like a set of childhood pajamas you'd had once upon a time?

[ Malkus looked down at his flowers curiously. It did feel oddly personal. ]

It's strange that I would find my favorite variety of flower upon waking up. I don't trust it. Our captors seem to deal in cursed objects, so this bluebell will likely make me... envision my loved ones as plants, or something equally as absurd.

[hot_mes]

Anything's possible.

[such is his pessimism, regardless of whether he actually believes it possible at this point. Law gets up, waggling his cup]

I'm getting a drink. Want anything?

[lifetothefullest]

[It's okay Atem you're in good company in Hadriel, where very few people have any chill at all.

And although a good portion of Lance's care with the cards is due to a combination of his nature and his sensitivity for others, he's also looking for things that might tell him anything useful. Whether some cards are more worn than others, if corners are faded, anything that might give him insight about Atem through the cards themselves.

But he also listens carefully to Atem's explanation of the card types, nodding in genuine interest; just from what he's seen of the different card effects it looks like it'd probably be a really fun game. He'd never gotten into Magic, but he'd always thought it looked interesting and Duel Monsters seem in a similar vein.

He glances sideways at Atem, offering a small smile.]

Somehow I imagine it's a lot more complicated than you're making it sound.

[roseofthetyrells]

Yes. I suppose you're right. So what do we do?

[after dying once due to an egomaniacal woman on a power trip, she'll be damned if she's killed again by Hadriel residents in their little civil war]

Oh! White wine, please.

[puzzlingly]

「 What is Magic...? Don't answer that.

Atem gives him a rather aloof and very open to interpretation shrug that goes together with a little smirk. 」

All you have to do is trust your deck. The rest comes naturally.

「 To... him... 」

[restinglichface]

[Thank god that Ellie doesn't feel super self conscious about being seen dancing with Lup because the elf left all of her dignity behind nearly two centuries ago.

Ellie gets dragged out into the middle of the crowd, gently elbowing by people until she finds a space that seems to meet the elf's approval. But even once they're in place, Lup keeps holding Ellie's hand, attempting to spin the younger girl in a quick circle, her own hips already starting to sway to the beat.]

[hot_mes]

[fortunately, he's picked a seat relatively close to easy access to drinks, so it doesn't take long. One glass of white wine, and one full mug of rum. Topics like this are best discussed over drinks.]

As for what to do...wait and see, I think. I don't want to jump the gun on anything. It's better to bide our time and see how this thing with the gods shakes out.

[lifetothefullest]

[Lance definitely takes note of that whole 'when I had to' part, and he wants to ask, but decides to hold off for now. If Adam wants to tell him Lance is pretty sure that, at this point, he knows he can.

So instead, he'll offer--]

If you'd ever like to practice further, my prize involved a lot of bullets and so I have some to spare.

[He's giving half to Brennan, along with the new gun, but that's still a good number of bullets and so a few can be spent on some additional practice. Considering how dangerous this place can be, you never know when it might be useful.

And oh, hey, chocolate is definitely a good prize.]

I'm almost jealous, actually. That's a pretty great reward.

[Especially since this whole party is surely not going to last too much longer and then they'll be right back to whatever they can scrounge up in the stores.]

[roseofthetyrells]

[Margaery takes her glass when it's offered and takes a sip]

You're right, I think. I've only met one of the gods and I've never encountered the Null. There's nothing I could do physically, anyway. I wasn't trained for such things.

[restinglichface]

[Even dressed up all incognito as a cat, Lup would know the very distinct shape of Alphys anywhere. The elf doesn't address the other woman again until after she's dragged her straight past a few groups of other dancers, over to the corner to find a less crowded spot near the outer ring of the dance floor.

Though their friendship is still very new and Lup is awfully drunk (as her pink cheeks would suggest), she's still aware that dragging Alphys straight into the middle of a crowd was not going end well for either of them. So, even if it doesn't met her own standards for spots to dance, Lup shoots her friend a sharp, crooked grin when they arrive, eying her new attire up and down appraising.]

Love this! [she shouts over the music, before she's reaching for Alphys' hand, already starting to move to the beat.] C'mon, sis! Shake it!

[restinglichface]

Curufin? [Lup lets out another laugh, high and amused, already peeking out just a little further behind the tree trunk to get a better view of this guy with the weirdest name ever (and yes, this is coming from the woman with a twin named Taako).] Who the hell came up with a name like that? Someone had to have been hig--

[He fires and she ducks away immediately, flattening up against the tree. But she saw it too, the particular familiarity of his features, the slight pointedness of an ear. He looks more like a half-elf from where she comes from, but even half an elf is rare in this place.]

Aw dip, there's other elves here? [Lup's met a half-elf, her very own dwarf dad, and a handful of dragonborn, but pretty much everyone else she's associated with in Hadriel so far has been human. Who would have guessed there was a whole group of them that she'd been missing this whole time?] Yep, all elf over here, homie. You too?

[restinglichface]

[Another one. He's so damn lucky.]

Don't be a sore loser. Someone had to lose so that I could come in at the top. Just how the game goes, my dude.

[Seriously though, what a party pooper. Lup points straight at his teddy bear, leaning in with a grin.] I'm pretty sure Mr. Teddy thinks you need a drink. If I can't get you dancing yet, let's at least throw back a few shots. How's that sound?

[hot_mes]

There are other ways around war besides physically fighting.

[his eyes slide to the side, surveying the population of the coliseum - the entire population of Hadriel, really]

That was the first one I spoke to. I'm not in any hurry to meet the rest, especially if they're the ones who enjoy torturing us for negative emotions.

[doctoral_bird]

[ Malkus struggled to slide his arm back into his sleeve, causing it to flail about miserably. Despite her reassurances, the doctor yammered on. ]

Is it because I'm- mor- eugh- mortal? Even the other normal lookin' blokes can call monsters and bend magic... All I've got is-... stupid, wretched, cursed claws!

[ He gave an exaggerated sob as he held up his gloved hands. Or one, at least. The other was still stuck in his sleeve. Underneath, of course, were the talons he was just speaking of. Malkus relied on a heavy pair of leather mitts to keep his shame hidden. ]

It's why I want to form a plan. Maybe I'd be credited with something great, for once.

[doctoral_bird]

They are asses.

[ In response to that, Malkus seemed to loosen his grip on his papers. Jackpot. He sighed, but there was a smile present in his tone. ]

Their quarrel concerns none of us. They've caused all of this, and now we're to suffer for whatever bad humors they've built up with Nulls? And on top of this, they manipulate us to feed them. I see no benefit to gain from being here.

[eyeofthetiger]

[ :( at least he didn't ask George to bark ]

Y E P. To both of those. For a time there, I actually thought me and Jo were friends.

[ well, they still are. but it just got one heck of a lot more complicated. ]

[restinglichface]

[Funny that they've only communicated by text once and something familiar is itching at Lup's memory already, her eyes squinting in mild suspicion. Something feels awfully familiar about this encounter...

Lup's long ears are, fortunately, not just for decoration. After spending the last fifty years on her toes, always moving to stay one step ahead of the literal apocalypse, she's pretty skilled in combat. More for offensive measures, sure, but her friends have managed to work at least a few defensive techniques into her head. And while Blink would be the best spell to cast on the fly, Lup's not her brother, her mind doesn't leap to running away as a defense. Instead, she casts Levitate.

His gun starts rising and rising, slowly at first, but it's more than enough time for Lup to let out a laugh and duck away behind the tree trunk at the distraction, already scanning around for a new hiding place. She darts to the left, behind another tree.] The better they are at kicking butt. That's the end of that sentence, right? Thought so.

[roseofthetyrells]

Do you mean negotiation? If you do, that I was trained for. I'm just not sure that either side will be willing to listen to the other.

[she takes a sip of her wine and watches the revelers go about it]

The one I spoke to didn't seem to understand that trust is a vital component to making a populace follow their lead and supposedly he was a god of hope of all things. [dry laugh] He didn't inspire much hope in me. Or confidence, either.

[doctoral_bird]

That! That is what it is! Your very spleen must be close to bursting with a choleric temperament. Or is it sanguine- I I forget which is the angrier one.

[ He stopped for a moment, pressing a hand to his chin as he looked at his feet. It'd been so long since he'd studied the humors. Shaking it off, he rose back into his theatrically dramatic disposition. ]

For too long you've suffered, so I aim to give a gift! Of dance! My land's culture is dead, but dear Lup has been kind enough to impart some elvish culture upon me.

[ Malkus paused, and looked down at his drab robes. ]

I-I had an outfit. It's at- it's in the park. Where I live. [ Shit. ]