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.
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Comments

[roseofthetyrells]

It is. I've spent some time attempting to cook. The results were--not up to standard.

Were it up to me, I'd say let's go now. Unfortunately, the gods don't seem to want to let us leave. And, oh? Everyone? There are an awful lot of people here.

[occupiesvitalregions]

[Prussia nods approvingly. A good shot at his age? This is a person with promise.]

No one's saying ya gotta kill people. But there are monsters always crawling all over this place! They show up once a month in the coliseum, trying to eat the newbies. Once a few months ago when things got bad, they all got loose from the cave, too. A lot of people around here don't know how to defend themselves, so if you do, keep it. You can help others and keep yourself from bein' a liability.

[He nods sagely now. This is probably the wisest advice Prussia will ever have to offer.]

[occupiesvitalregions]

Yeah, it's acceptable... [Prussia wrinkles his nose.] But how many times are they gonna do weird stuff to us, then try to smooth it over with some food? The effect of it is kinda wearin' off. Though, I gotta say, I enjoyed the hell out of this little game. Even if the coma thing freaked me out at first.

[He certainly didn't need the help being competitive, either. It made him crazy levels of competitive.]

It's gotta be Rage 'n Delight, right? Paintball battle royale followed by party time?

[ghostlocked]

Excuse me for trying to teach a kid to defend himself. [Yeah, it was before Harlan realized getting shot meant falling into a coma, but still.

He glances down at the bear. Ugh. He should just find a place to hide the thing. It's such an embarrassing giveaway.] It's stupid. I'm just hanging onto it until I can offload it onto Delmar.

[so_dark_a_road]

[ Annoying and fun. Yes, they both could say that!

Retreating is not quite how Curufin would describe what he was up to. More like, looking for a better position. Just as he's deciding to run for the next building, that shop he just went to some trouble to get adjacent to. . . he hears running feet. And damn if Tucker doesn't go flying across the gap between the roofs and land on the shingles of that very rooftop.

He lets off a stream of paintballs, meaning them to arc and come down on the roof where Tucker landed, hopefully on top of Tucker. ]

[evocation]

[Oh good, so he's in the pouty sore loser phase. Usually she'd give him shit for not giving it to her, but that feels awkward to do right now, even if it's a joke.]

Delmar? Who's that?

[so_dark_a_road]

[ By the sound of his footsteps, Law seems a bit taken aback but not completely disoriented. Which is something, though not as much as Curufin was hoping for.

The footsteps are coming from the right. Curufin stays quiet and waits for his opponent to come alongside the alcove. Then it occurs to him -- this guy is homing in on him, as though he knows right where the Elf is. His footsteps don't sound doubtful or exploratory. They sound certain. Well, earlier he did suddenly appear where there was nothing but a pebble before that, so go figure. Special powers.

Curufin lifts his gun and positions himself with his right shoulder against the wall of the narrow alcove. He'll wait until Law is just about to come into the field of view he has at this moment, then he'll pop his head around the corner for the instant it takes to fire. At least, that's his plan. He keeps getting interference from that idea of physically tackling his foe, which is not in the game plan but keeps occurring to him, for some reason. Confusion. ]

[notimpervious]

So you have been here for long enough that this is not the first time you're confronted with a banquet as a reward or apology. [It's... not really a question. Well done, Brennan.] I imagine I would also find it repetitive and uninspired if this were not my first such event.

[You understand her, Prussia.]

That is a logical conclusion, yes. I arrived here after their departure. I will be interested to see how they interact with us.

[As if she can glean anything from social interaction besides the literal meaning of anything. But she is trying to get better, so she is interested in receiving more communications from their abductors.]

[so_dark_a_road]

And he also comes across Curufin, who is kneeling by a couple of those unmoving bodies.

He looks up and sees Luke. And as absorbed as he has been in the game, he doesn't fire or leap for cover.

"Damn. And I had so hoped this was just a game." He shakes his head. Then he stands up. "I suppose we ought to get these people to the Clinic."

[a]

[so_dark_a_road]

[ Curufin most definitely was one to play games, and he got involved as soon as he toted that gun out of the house. He was so adept that he was still standing, days later, and in fact, would still be standing until the last day of the game when Trafalgar Law would ping him after a hard-fought battle.

But today, he was still feeling himself to be invincible.

That is, until he saw that mass of paintballs coming down the street, aiming right for him. ]

WTF????

[doctoral_bird]

[ Maybe Marian just didn't appreciate the elven people? Could that be it?! No, it couldn't be. Malkus clearly just performed poorly, being a novice and all. But still, her response wasn't entirely unexpected. The birdman's demeanor seemed conflicted. ]

It was meant to entert- Oh- [ As Lup interrupted with her own dab, Malkus felt a wave of relief. Much like a younger brother, all too easy to pick on, the doctor had hoped so dearly he wasn't being mocked. ]

A-Alright! Yes! I have seen this before! [ He enthusiastically rushed over and rose his hand to slap it against Lup's. Yes! The energy was back! He bounced on his feet, clapping with excitement. ]

Marvelous! Doctor Tenebris, one can harbor a seething hate for the parasites and still find joy in dance!

[pocketspa]

[Damn right, buddy. All's fair in paintball and war. Especially the level of bragging he's achieving at this point.]

See, there's your problem, you had to try and carry a bad team. That ones on you, buddy. You gotta pick your teammates better. Me n' my sister didn't get hit once.

Party -- donuts and coffee, anyone? XD

[so_dark_a_road]

[ Curufin turns and grins at Dean. ] Nope. Center of the chest.

[ But he looks down swiftly at the middle of his shirt, which does indeed bear a few traces of paint. ] Nothing to be done about that until I can get home to the washing machine.

And you? How did you fare in the contest?

[fliplizard]

No worries, little dude. You'll get it eventually.

I gotta say, Ango, that's super cool. [Now Carey seems a little distracted, maybe even a little impatient. She angles their conversation away from the party and lowers her tone.]

Sooo, Ango, I noticed you tryin' to slip this guy into the trash. [She lifts his prize gun from the inside of her Brand New Red Leather Jacket, just briefly enough to show him that it's there, and slips it back away.] What's that about?

[eyeofthetiger]

[ he does have very nice dreams, but dreams aside, he's taking this game extremely seriously as he takes his time entering the orchard, checking over his shoulder and keeping to the cover of the trees as he dashes from one to the next, working his way in deeper. Y e p, Dean's in it to win it, and he'd really like to not get shot out in the first day. Of course, it still takes him a while to pick Jo hiding up in a tree and once he does, he barks out a laugh. ]

Did you call me out here just to build you tree house? Because if you did, it's going to cost you.

[ in apple pie ]

[eyeofthetiger]

[ Dean raises his glass ]

Now that sounds like a good reason to drink. Of course, after making us play at killing each other with the lead paint guns, it kind of makes me wonder what the null will do that's going to be worse.

[ other than, you know, making death permanent. Or that cannabilism drill that he's been told about already. Okay, there might actually be quite a few things worse. ]

[circumitus]

[She pauses on that for a moment. Sad to think that she's been here long enough that she would probably remember any sort of reruns.] Nothing exact, though they seem to recycle ideas in different ways sometimes.

[Take that as you would.

[Despite the subject matter, she just shrugs.]

A few times, before coming here. Those were particularly... particular. [Because one could argue whether or not Rey is even "alive" by the normal human standards.] Some claim to see things when they're near death. Visions and things that they shouldn't have any knowledge of.

[eyeofthetiger]

[ he barked out a laugh ]

It's called being brainwashed, honey. [ he shook his head ] I don't know about you, but I certainly felt like a million bucks thinking about nothing but winning the game. Just couldn't help myself.

[ Well, he could. He wasn't the one that ended up shooting a friend in the back. But still. If he'd been in the game long enough, the odds weren't in his favor. Even if he understood that, it still didn't make it right. ]

[mismanagement]

Maketh huffs out a laugh, tipping her head back for a long drink. She's tiptoeing on the edge of drunk, not quite there yet. But the alcohol is good and strong, so why not enjoy the ride? "You would have," Maketh agrees cheerfully. At least she can smile, imagining that. "I could have taken bets. You would't have used paintballs at all."

[roseofthetyrells]

Oh? How so?

A few times? I'm so sorry. [Marg has no way of telling any different] I see. Perhaps they were--more at peace with themselves and their gods than I was when I died.

[knifecollecting]

Like I don't know how to build a tree house.

[Well- There aren't a lot of trees in her past. She built an awesome fort behind the Roadhouse once though.]

You wanna come up?

[toiletseat_girl]

I guess so. [she bites her lip for a moment and looks down] We really can't trust anyone when the gods are up to their tricks, can we?

[though, she is surprised he never asked about what she is. most people ask]

[circumitus]

Rey snorts into her palm at his little display. That's just, like, your opinion, man.

"Am not moping. Just not participating in this stupid fucking party. There's a difference." Of course, it's Delight's party, and she can cry sulk if she wants to. Sulk sulk.

is that an offer?

[eyeofthetiger]

[ Dean's smile twitches a little. ]

Well, at least you knew the end was coming. I hope it was a hot blond that took you out.

[ no really, he did. That meant Jo was still kicking it at least. As for him... Dean shrugged. ]

Let's just say an evil fairy swooped in distracted me into thinking we were on a team. The next thing I knew, I woke up here and it's been one giant siesta since. [ of course, he also tried to leave a few times, but no luck. Nothing like an even smaller prison inside a prison to make one feel cozy. ]

[eyeofthetiger]

[ he's learned not to ask questions ]

Well, considering this is my first rodeo, I'm pretty much saying yeah, don't trust anyone when the gods have your goat.

[ he shrugged ]

At least they've got a sense of humor. The teddy bears were an especially nice touch. Just what we needed to console us while we waited here.

[ Dean's gonna name his Radio just because he can. And then make sure no one ever finds out he's got one. ]