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

[am_i_a_monster]

[More practice than she cares to admit.]

Oh, wow. Lutes and harps are such old-fashioned sounds. I mean that in a good way. They sound more real. I was learning to play the harpsichord myself, from Hannibal. He plays the harpsichord and the theremin.

Yes, he is. He's family to me now too.

[hasitsthorns]

Gods-!

[ followed promptly by a swear considered blasphemous, which is ironic but sums up her frustration well as she ducks of the line of his shots. She doesn't go down just yet so she guesses she didn't get hit, even with paint splatter. Nice.

Still. What is this guy? Obviously not human or she would've taken him out by now. But she knows where he's shooting from and wastes no time in popping back into sight and opening fire on him. Only, uh-

She runs out of ammo about two shots in. ]

Well, fuck.

[hasitsthorns]

Knowing Delight? Yeah, probably. I think someone said something about one.

[ Ah. She feels a little... bad, but. She can't. Well. She could but it'd taste more terrible than it already does and feel like it was tearing her insides apart. ]

At least it's not a fruit that looks like a kiwi and tastes like a peach. Love Sorrow, but he needs to work on his botany skills.

[roseofthetyrells]

I'm afraid harpsichords are a bit advanced for Westeros. You wouldn't happen to have one here, would you?

[sounds wistful] You're fortunate, having them here. I would give anything to have my brother at my side.

[unknowable]

[It wasn't a bad decision, not really. Currently there's only one idiot in the orchard looking to splatter her - or anyone - with paint, after all. It's just bad luck that he happens to be there.

Adam isn't keen on winning, exactly. He doesn't think he will, and though he's as affected by the competitiveness as anyone, he's still level-headed. It's just a game, just something dumb the gods have dreamed up to pass the time... but he still doesn't want to go down without a decent fight.

So when he sees movement among the trees he assumes it's someone else who'll be happy to shoot him. If he'd known she wasn't participating - well, things might be different. But in the split second between seeing and shooting, there's no way to figure that out. He has his paintball gun out and firing before he's even sure who's there.]

[so_dark_a_road]

[ Curufin would chuckle over that. Nice to know he's a lamp! XD

And clever Law, to be able to perceive this. This kind of acuity automatically makes him interesting to the Elf in return. ]

[ Turning his head and his gun swiftly toward Law. ] Damn rocks! I knew I should have taken a broom to these porch steps a week ago!

Of course it's cheating. But the gods don't forbid it, so I suppose it's up to us. It would be up to us anyway.

[ He ducks, weaves, and swivels to shoot back. Bang! And then he runs through the wide-open doors of Confusion's temple. He throws a provocative laugh back over his shoulder before vanishing inside. ]

29th

[so_dark_a_road]

[ Curufin hears the shout of "Fucking awesome!" and recognizes it as Ellie's victory screech. He makes his way through the crowd to talk to her. ]

You got a gun, too, Ellie? [ Grin. ]

[am_i_a_monster]

[She shakes her head.]

No. Someone mentioned asking Tranquility for one, but I don't know if I trust the whole god thing.

Maybe your brother will show up? Will and Hannibal were here before I got here.

dance partner

[so_dark_a_road]

[ Curufin spots Kate by the alcohal, where he has come to spend a few minutes drinking the Speakeasy's best whiskey. ]

Hi, Kate! Nice jacket! Want to dance?

[roseofthetyrells]

[the gods are one of Margaery's sore spots]

I certainly don't. How do we even know they're gods? Yes, they can make us feel things, do things, but are they truly all-powerful?

I wish he would. He deserves a second chance, too.

[so_dark_a_road]

Curufin happens upon a very glum-looking Rey. He saw her network post asking people not to shoot each other, and he hadn't answered because he was having too much fun shooting people. Well, trying to shoot people. The ones he engaged were as good as he was at not getting shot.

"Hey," he says, softly.

29th

[so_dark_a_road]

[ Curufin is wandering around with a smile on his face, though it's true he looks a bit worn, what with all this trying to keep the city from burning down and then arguing with gods and then trying to kill people with a paintball gun, of all the ridiculous weapons. (Not to mention getting killed himself. ) ]

If there were only a quiet corner, here! But I doubt it. I think you'd get stepped on.

[circumitus]

[Seeing as Rey's own ability to resistance had been attributed to her "superior brain" -- a claim she had made no attempt to make -- knowing that there are others to prove as further evidence to the contrary is something she can shove into the faces of those who happily partake in such affairs. So good on you, Margaery.]

No, we're not. Not when their whims involve hurting each other.

[Regardless of how it appeared, Rey can't help but see it that way. Paint or not.]

The paint is a bitch to get out. If that's all there was to it, though, it would be a different story -- and not those carelessly incapacitating each other on the pretense of a damn "game". [Bitter, much? Yes she is.]

[anoshe]

Well...

[Rhy looks around as well, shrugging.]

Not where I'm from. I mean, the general theory of it is the same - food, drinks, delightful company. But this is much more casual than a palace affair, and if you're having a party in a tavern - well, that's less a party and more of a deliberate start on making bad decisions.

[Which is fine. Rhy supports bad decisions, sometimes.]

This is somewhere in between, I'd say.

[circumitus]

The sooner they can put the Colosseum behind them and, essentially, this whole damn week, the better, as far as Rey is concerned. She's more than aware that she had given Rage a good snack on her own, but it's better that than willingly participating and knocking others out into vulnerable states. Because if it were her, and she was with the Null, she would aim to attack while their enemies are too stupid and distracted to fight; weakened by their severed unity and their mental and emotional impairments.

She starts sticking her hands into the deep pockets of her pants, before drawing out the ridiculous rubber bird that she had entered the party with. She makes a soured look at it.

"Don't know who was worse -- the gods, or the fucking window lickers who played along," she mutters, not as quick to agree with Nick. It could have been worse. Maybe next time, it will be.

[roseofthetyrells]

[Margaery has a great deal of skepticism about gods, both big G and small g. she learned doubt in the cells of the Faith of the Seven and had it confirmed when the Sept of Baelor went up in wildfire flames with her in it. and she wasn't overly impressed when she spoke to Hope. add it all up and you have a woman who will do her best to resist whenever she can]

Do such events happen often? Ones where we're expected to harm one another to feed one of the creatures calling themselves gods?

[well, there was no way of knowing that the comas were only temporary afflictions]

Such games sew conflict and discord when we should all be working together.

[am_i_a_monster]

If they are all-powerful, then they're killers.

[It's a reason not to trust them, but everyone she's trusted was a killer. Her father. Hannibal. Even Will.]

These things don't always make sense. I didn't deserve one and I'm here. My mom, she deserved a second chance. And my best friend, Marissa.

[roseofthetyrells]

It would seem that way, yes.

[Margaery was imprisoned by the Faith of the Seven in her world and she wasn't all that impressed with Hope. so she's less than inclined to trust anything calling themselves a god]

Perhaps you'll be lucky and they'll arrive here, too?

[unknowable]

I can't blame you. That was pretty weird, and I wouldn't put it past them to make something seem like an innocent game but then force us to kill each other. I freaked out a little too, until I realized the person I shot was still breathing.

[It was more than a little alarming.]

I didn't try as hard after that, either.

[anoshe]

I suppose if you are familiar with the songs, you can choose something you like.

[It makes sense to him. Unfortunately -]

I don't recognize any of them, I'm afraid.

[knifecollecting]

Make more sense for you to meet me in the kitchen if I had.

[Which, hell no. She didn't make you a pie, Dean.]

[hot_mes]

[Whoa, that one got a little close. Law jerks back to avoid paint in the arm and then jogs to the side to prevent an ungainly faceplant into the doorjamb. He plunges straight into the temple on a pursuit course without thinking, not even caring whose temple it is.]

Forget the gods, this is just us!

[using his ability is a lot harder on the run, he'd have to create a room as large as the cave and that's just not happening right now. So for now he trains his senses on Curufin and doggedly follows]

[am_i_a_monster]

[Abigail glances away for a moment. She's not sure if they'd want to see her. Especially Marissa. Hannibal killed her and Abigail still loved him as family.]

Perhaps.

[synthedick]

Though Rey's choice of words for the people who played right into the gods' hands gets Nick to crack a smile, there's nothing particularly funny about what they did. They left people vulnerable, lying in the streets; turned on one another when there's a far worse threat looming near enough to be in contact with them. Even if the Null hadn't taken the opportunity to make their way into the city, there were other threats: with some of the members of the Guard down for the count, the monsters kept in the caves by the organization could wander in, making a snack out of anyone they liked.

Maybe that didn't happen, but luck tends to favor the prepared rather than the foolhardy. Nick prefers to be the former.

"They were both risking lives for no damn reason," he mutters, "but I'm grateful some folks didn't get caught up in the crossfire."

He glances Rey's way as he says that, his eyes bright in the darkness.

[unknowable]

[Adam can't say he likes guns, or the idea of hurting people - he's not an inherently kind person, but for obvious reasons he flinches from inflicting pain on others. But sometimes it's necessary, and sometimes he has to protect himself or other people. He's nothing if not practical.]

I might take you up on that. I could really use... well, any kind of practice.

[Since he's never had a chance to. Though he supposes if he'd really wanted to, he could have.]

I can get you more bullets, though, if you run out.

[It's a quick offer, glossed over as he moves on because Adam doesn't want to explain how he'd do that - or rather, lie about it. He trusts Lance, but he only has a right to reveal his own secrets, and that isn't one of them. Ronan's the one who can get bullets, just like he gets medical supplies for the clinic, and Adam's not going to tell his secrets - not even to someone Adam knows is trustworthy.]

But hey, since you're offering to share your reward, it's only right that I offer you a piece of chocolate. Or two.