hadriel_logs | Event Log: Party Royale

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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.
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[Kravitz has long since given up the fight of denying the butterflies in his stomach. He embraces them at this point, most welcome in the way they mean that Taako is here. By his side, and grasping his hand and demanding attention.]

As you wish.

[He grins back widely, sweeps a lock of hair behind Taako's ear, and then without any further preamble, scoops his legs out from under him. The music is loud and just the right amount of upbeat, yet not too fast as to rule out a good spin and dip around the floor. Kravitz strides into the center of it, for all the world looking at Taako as though he's the only one present.]

[Yeah maybe pass on that, Rose.]

Hey, at least they got these right. [He pats the side of the flower pot.] Though I'm guessing Sorrow didn't make them.

... And I haven't tried to taste one.

Sorry. [It wasn't his fault, but he still feels bad.]

I wish we could've contacted you somehow.

[It was probably kind of scary to have everyone up and vanishing like that.]

That's kind of impressive, though. Did they really give you a trophy for it?

[He's heard rumors.]

Oh. [Wow, why didn't he think of that?]

That's... a really good idea, actually. Once we're out of here, I'm guessing it'll be a while before we eat this well. You didn't happen to see any takeout boxes, I assume?

I don't think they'd kill us. They need us, right?

[Right???]

It wasn't really like anything. I was out before I hit the ground. Like a really deep sleep. Kind of nice, actually, until I realized it'd been days.

[he doesn't get good sleep very often, thanks to a certain screechy something that will not be named.]

So there's a lot of revenge going on? Saw a little bit of that on the network.

[And offered to help with it. But shhh.]

Some people process fear as anger, I've heard.

[God!!!]

I don't know. Death metal's out since plants don't like to be yelled at, and I'm not sure what else is even worth it.

[If Harlan's never letting it go, he's getting some sass to go with it.]

You're right though. I can't even jokingly imagine him as some kind of paintball assassin. And the bear's probably better off with him. Maybe he can start, like, a collection.

[Much like Michael thinks Harlan is starting a collection. A collection of soft-hearted people and small animals. Hayden toes the line between the two.]

[Michael makes a show of looking her kigurumi up and down.]

Somehow I don't think I'd pull it off as well as you. Even if it does look "one size fits all".

[Kravitz ducks and winces and shouts loudly all at once, skeletal hands thrown out in front of him as though that's going to stop a flurry of magic thrown in his direction.]

Please d- stop screaming! I'm not- good gods, my ears-

[Quite frankly, he's a little offended, and straightens up with no small amount of righteous indignation. He focuses perhaps a little harder than he would like, and within seconds, where there was bone, there is flesh again. His hair, oddly, looks ruffled.]

Is this better? I really don't understand all the fuss!

[Tucker's camping strategy has worked out well so far, even with the occasional trespasser on the rooftops. If he keeps his cloak hood up, people generally pass right over him, and he's been alternately picking them off or chasing them away as needed. But this time's a little different.

He hears someone coming up the stairs, and he backs into the shadow cast by a peak on the roof. He leans around to watch, and sees, of fucking course, Rome peek out of the stairwell.

Naturally. The one person that can smell him, even if he's semi-invisible. Tucker wills Rome to leave, but that doesn't happen. Rome isn't dumb. Too bad.

Tucker thinks it might be smarter to retreat for now, wait until he can meet back up with Kyna to go after someone like this. But in order to be able to do that, he'll need to come out of hiding.

After a deep breath, he whips around the corner, into the light- and therefore out of the concealing dark. He pops into view like a camouflaged animal in the woods, unseen until it moves. He fires off a couple quick shots for cover and darts toward the edge of the roof. Bye.]

[Damn. Too quick for him to hit just yet. And- oh, return fire. Awesome.

Tucker ducks back into his own hiding spot, and only just in time.]

Uh, ditto? [he yells.] I was up here first.

[Even if he wasn't, he's going to assert that he was.]

[Well that was easy. Kind of.]

Yeah, you said it. Sucks all around for us, pulled into shit we didn't ask for. They start a war with someone else and then expect us to be their buffer? How is that fair?

[Keep talking, bird man. Or better yet, show him what's on those pages.]

[His eyebrows shoot up. Holy shit.]

You're a genius. Jesus, this is like, a perfect pimp goblet.

[Not that he's a pimp, but that's beside the point.]

[When Tucker looks down, there's no one there. And then he hears the distinctive pop of the paintball gun, and he instinctively throws himself back. Just in time, too. God, this guy is annoying. Kind of fun, though.

Those last shots came from a little ways away; his opponent is retreating. Tucker could let him go, but if he's already on the run, this might be a good opportunity. He backs up from the ledge and stands, keeping low, then gets a running start and leaps onto the nearest roof.

Just because he's up top doesn't mean he's not as mobile.]

[Well of course he has.]

Well we're using the invisibility spells, obviously, but beyond that: we stay high. Keep to the rooftops and the shopping areas. Everybody's gotta pass through there sooner or later.

[Tucker ducks down when he sees that she's still moving. Damn it. Why is she so fast? He fully expects her to keep firing, but then there's a faint clicking noise (did her gun jam?) and a curse.

Tentatively, he looks up. And then he grins and slides into view.]

Aw, too bad. Better luck next time?

[And unless she moves, he's gonna let her have it.]

[Tucker laughs.]

I mean you're welcome to it. Maybe there'll be a round two. Good luck. I'm not gonna make it easy, though.

Eh, it wasn't so bad. Sounds like the worst shit's already passed.

[Or maybe he's just being optimistic? Must be the beer.]

And anyway, every man for himself's just the way of the world, my friend.

[Well he wasn't gonna brag, but since you asked-]

All the way to the end. They gave me a gun for it, can you believe that? Like a real one.

There's no need to apologize. You couldn't help what happened. I'm just glad you're alright.

[Delmar lightly pats his shoulder before nodding]

Oh yes. They did

[He starts shuffling through his shoulder bag, producing the trophy with his name on it]

And it came with this

[He holds up the gun as well, looking at it with an odd, discomforted expression]

[There's a suspiciously hight pitched tone at the start of Delmar's next sentence that may betray the fact that he's trying to minimize what damage was actually done]

Oh no, no she wasn't too much trouble. She does enjoy playing with my scarves though...

[He's managed to save most of them but one in particular is a lost cause. It's hers now.]

..and the furniture...

[He thinks he can fix that. Pretty sure. Maybe.]

But I was glad to have the company. [He smiles then, a genuine smile] She is very sweet. [Destructive. But sweet]

Would you like to come over and pick her up now? I made her a little fort in the bathtub when I left to come here.

Yes.

[Not fun! She has been locked up in worse places before, but still!]

I see. Well, I suppose a banquet full of food and drink is an acceptable offering after imposing a compulsion upon us.

[It doesn't take much to make her be competitive, but generally she is not someone who enjoys taking shots at other people, so.]

So this is the work of the returning pair of abductors?

Hey, man, magic isn't all it's cracked up to be. I don't have magic. [Unless breathing fire or being a dragon count as magic...]

A plan, huh? What exactly is it you're planning, bud?

[Hopefully this plan isn't some dangerous stunt—she can never tell with this guy. If it is absolutely ridiculous, she'll have to talk him down. It does dawn on her a bit that she's taking more responsibility for this guy than she really wants to, but it's a bit late to go back on that now.]

[Wrong thing to say, Michael. She grins at him, waggling her eyebrows teasingly.]

Are you saying it looks good on me?

Cool. So I'll keep us hidden and you take everyone out? I suck at shooting.

[That also means she's playing support, which isn't something she's used to, but she'll suck it up for now.]

How do we get on top of the buildings?

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