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

[onlyanautomaton]

[Oscar doesn't wish to cause her any discomfort, but he can tell he already has. From the uncertainty in her movements to her inquiry about eating despite having informed her prior to this that he is not able to partake in the activity, he concludes that his presence is making her nervous. For her benefit and his own, he immediately comes to the heart of the matter.]

Before that... I want you to know that I forgive you. You are not to blame for what happened.

[He has not known her for very long, but he is confident that under normal circumstances, she would not have committed the act.]

[braveoff]

Sorry she knew what now? Drake blinks at her as she leans in to kiss him, and when she pulls back she'll see a slow smile spreading over his face. He's not gonna make a big deal out of it, since she dropped it much the same way he did... but it is a big deal.

He stands up and catches Liv around the waist, pulling her in for a hug. Just long enough to press a kiss to the top of her head, then he's reaching for his boots. Out they go.

"Bring your paintball gun, in case somebody decides to try and take us out."

[puzzlingly]

As if I were to give you that satisfaction.

「He pouts a little, then he smirks at her shaking his head slighlty, she totally owned him...」

So, what other kind of magic can you do?

[mismanagement]

Maketh sighs in agreement. Things are never just games when the gods are concerned. "People are so--proud of themselves. I don't understand it."

[the_fourteenth]

Ah yes, that... [Raidou sighed lightly.] I wanted to stop after I hit my first person and they went unconscious. But I'm guessing the "gods" kept the competitive feeling going. Even though I didn't want to compete, I felt I had to.

[hot_mes]

They can resurrect us at will. At least, they can until someone gets stupid and does something to Hope.

[his personal jury is still out on that being a viable fail-safe until he sees it happen, though]

And you woke up here. How many days has this party been going on?

[hot_mes]

[no judging here]

I know what you mean. I felt it, too. Every time I was sure I had done enough, I could put it down and get back to investigating, someone else would come by and there it was again.

[toiletseat_girl]

...so, the crazy paintball extravaganza was for Rage and the party is for Delight, I'd bet.

[the mirror was truly bullshit. if she never sees another silver hand mirror again, it will be too soon.

mmmmm. booze]

I found 'em while foraging for stuff I could steal and take back with me. No way in hell am I letting any of this food go to waste if I can help it.

[roseofthetyrells]

It does. Also potentially dangerous. [she's noticed that even during her brief time here] Have the creatures ever done the same thing twice?

[Marg comes from an environment of privilege to, well, this]

Oh? So, you've died as well? And do you know what those other experiences are?

[toiletseat_girl]

[because George is used to having to make do with little]

No, no takeout boxes. 'Cause that would be too nice. I'm just lucky I had my bag with me and I'm not looking to steal stuff that would be messy or would spoil, like the meatballs. They're tasty, but I doubt they'd last long.

[toiletseat_girl]

[she looks innocent. she's not very good at it]

See, there you go. A practical use for that thing. Take it to the Speakeasy and dare 'em to fill it all the way up.

[circumitus]

Despite having no arguments there, Rey has a better understanding than she'd like to admit.

"They either have short memories or they don't know. We can't keep acting like dying's is no big deal just because we have a guy who can bring them back, though."

That includes you too, Maketh.

[mismanagement]

The point is deserved. Maketh sighs, shifting a little so she can sit closer to Rey. "It cannot be treated like a game when we all know the consequences."

She holds her hand out for the bottle. Today is a good day to drink.

[requiemshark]

Drinks, obvious.

[He's out of armor and not entirely happy about it, dressed in jeans and an oversized shirt. But there's alcohol and music and a guy can't go too wrong with that combination. And it's hard to argue with Lup's grin, anyway.]

C'mon. Let's do tequila shots.

[circumitus]

After taking another long drink, Rey passes the bottle back to its original bearer.

"Can't say it's a surprise when it's dressed up like a game." Doesn't mean it can't be infuriating, though. "Besides, they should be grateful I didn't participate. Would've wiped the floor with the fuckers."

So really, she did them all a favor.

one day ill remember my FUCKING tagins

[pocketspa]

[Taako's still recovering from laughing at the sucker who thought he could take his squad, manifesting in a cocky little dance over their limp form. Man, this is so much better. Tres horny boys who? More like tres taaco shooters, kickin' butt, taking names.

Speaking of taking names, Taako's reaching down to grab this sucker's gun and maybe check his pockets. Y'know. To the victor goes the spoils and all that. Even if they're probably not dead and will likely miss this stuff.]

Ango, don't be so worried about other people, honestly. You're doin' great. Just keep, uh, bein' our little secret weapon and looking like a defenseless little boy, it's working out awesome.

[pocketspa]

Oh, as if he's ever anything but. He rolls his eyes again, as if to let her know his opinion on what a sourpuss she's being right now.

"Yeah, if you wanna put the effort into it. Isn't it so much more fun just being awesome and letting them know they can't touch you? It's classic. All this moping and they know they've won. Unless you've got a personal funnel to blow some fire right up their asses, at which point I'm listening way more than I was five minutes ago."

[the_fourteenth]

[Raidou bites his lip in thought, trying to figure out how to make this all sound not totally insane. But this is Malkus he's talking to, so he figures, if anyone is going to be accepting of weirdness, it'll be him.]

My mentor-- he's a cat. Currently. He wasn't always a cat. He's known as Gouto-douji. And he's a black cat with green eyes.

[Just like the kigurumi he's now folding up so that he can put it somewhere and never deal with it again.]

The food in the store is strange, but you're right, none of it's hurt us yet. But maybe it's something I should stop taking for granted.

if i'm wrong here, lmk. i misremember things sometimes lol

[notimpervious]

Perhaps more than a bit.

[A lot.]

That is a question for my friend Dr. Sweets. However, I can say that I agree. Fear resulting in anger is quite common. The unknown is frightening, and anger allows us to justify removing the object of our fear by acting outwards to end it.

[occupiesvitalregions]

What, to take me down? You're gonna be waiting forever, then! I've been kicking ass since the thirteenth century!

[He's gonna have to explain that later.

For now, though, as quiet as he can manage, Prussia crawls out from behind the rocks and makes his way towards where he thinks George is. Time to use the element of surprise.]

[toiletseat_girl]

--what?! That makes no fucking sense!

[yes, yes he will because she is like "...wut"

she's not moving from her location except to squat down a little, making herself more compact]

[so_dark_a_road]

He won't wave that fact in her face. He gets it that it was not exactly responsible of him to succumb to the gods' enticements, given the circumstances. He hadn't cut loose since the MAD event, and the paintball guns had seemed harmless enough -- until they weren't.

"I wanted to offer you a drink." He is holding two glasses of whiskey in his hands.

[so_dark_a_road]

[ LOL, totally! ]

You do! [ It's not often you see a truly happy face in this family. It stands out. ]

[ Curufin won't insist on specifics, though he's curious. But he doesn't want to seem nosy. ]

Yes, I couldn't resist. I mean, I could have, but I didn't. I was actually having fun.

[so_dark_a_road]

I learned how to use one in the world I sojourned in for a while before I came here. There was a man named Tino, who called himself Finland at times -- which is apparently the name of a country of Earth. He was a sharpshooter who needed a gun. So, I had him make some drawings for me, and then I fired up the forge and crafted him a rifle and a revolver. And then I made a few for myself. I already had a stock of gunpowder from another project, so we made ammunition as well. And then we practiced. I started to hunt with the firearms as well as with my bow. So yes, I have experience.

[ Trash talk is all good with Curufin! ]

[occupiesvitalregions]

Yeeep, exactly that. It's really boring around here when the gods aren't doing weird shit to us. [Says this remarkably lazy man. He sleeps most of the day!]

We can do that then. Let me know when you want to meet at the armory, and I'll get you ready to go. I'll get everyone in this town armed if it's the last thing I do!