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

[alabasterbadass]

"Sure have, but you know- don't think I'm sick of hearing it yet." And sure, Liv is prideful, but she's not stupid: Drake is the one with actual police training here, and she doesn't have brains to fall back on when it comes to using an unfamiliar skill here. She lets him take point.

[braveoff]

They're nearly to Hope's temple when Drake spots a pair moving together with their guns out in front of them -- not unlike Drake and Liv, so it's possible they aren't looking to attack either, but he's not taking any chances. He stops in his tracks and gestures for Liv to back up into the alley to wait for the strangers to pass.

"There's two, they don't look like they're hunting but better safe than sorry."

[toiletseat_girl]

Yeah, I guess. Though, that note shoulda given it away.

I'll have to keep an eye out, then. Maybe I'll get lucky and he won't hold a grudge?

[anoshe]

That's probably the best guess. Though if we look long enough, maybe we'll find something we recognize.

[restinglichface]

[An answer that Lup clearly has zero problems with.] Hell yeah, my man! Shots, shots, shots, shots!

[Lup pumps a fist up into the air and quickly laughs, before she's grabbing for Ephemera's arm again to drag him towards the bar. Thankfully, there aren't too many people to elbow their way through, Lup immediately reaching for the nearest tequila to pour them a few shakey shots.]

You know, we've hung out enough and I still don't know shit about you.

[evocation]

Wait, you had to cover everything at the clinic? How did you even get anything done?

[unknowable]

A pirate captain... yeah, I can see how that would be pretty much nonstop excitement. But didn't you choose to do that?

[Do people... accidentally become pirates? Maybe.]

[so_dark_a_road]

[ Nods. ] True!

[ Curufin would have to agree with his cousin's assessment of the prizes. Although he would have gone for the booze happily enough. ]

Never mind. You were needed elsewhere. [ Smile. ]

[ He sees Fingon blushing. This is a sight to see! He can't even remember the last time that happened. Fingon is famous for his unflappable demeanor. ]

[dedikated]

( Sometimes you find a nice... sea of puke green...

Yeah, there's not a lot in the shops. It's a good day when the neck hole's in the right place on a top.

Kate doesn't seem surprised to hear that George is already healed, even though her own bruising will be a stubborn bitch and she knows it; Faith could sleep off nearly anything given enough energy in her tank. But she pauses at the question, the initial answer that lies on her tongue sounding so clinical that it causes her to start at the tone in her head:

Target practice. )

Tried to win.

( She shrugs with a shoulder. It sounds much lighter than the original words in her mouth. )

[hotspurred]

[That is a revelation to Henry; he never saw his assailant. His eyes widen in shocks.]

What say you? 'Twas Kate...?!

[He abruptly looks around the room himself, his gaze sharp and momentarily frowning. But seeing no glimpse of fading pink hair his flare of annoyance vanishes, and he finally registers Irisviel's latter words.

Henry blinks, looking directly at Irisviel. A faint dusting of pink colours his cheeks. He's touched by the gesture — completely missing that her intentions were never entirely pure.]

You sought to avenge me?

[circumitus]

[Of course. People can be so typically terrible and stupid. Case in point: This whole week.]

Earth, though it's evidently one of various different versions of it.

[Since she's met with people from the same world but not "her" world. Which might be a blessing for them, really.]

Yes, um. Likewise. [Introductions are always weird things to Rey.] You said you were a queen?

[requiemshark]

[Ephemera follows her easily, grinning. Shots are awesome and Ephemera snags his, raising it in salute.] What's to know?

[requiemshark]

"Hey."

Ephemera moves to stand next to Drake, drink in hand. He's pleasantly buzzed, enough so that the circumstances aren't so infuriating this time around. Earlier he'd been twitchy, on edge because he'd woken up in civilian clothes and not his armor. But the wonderful thing about alcohol - and, indeed, doing shots with Lup - is that he no longer gives a fuck.

"'sup."

[braveoff]

Drake turns, shoulders uncoiling a little at the sight of his friend. He looks Ephemera up and down, checking for injuries... nothing, just the drink in his hand and a telltale looseness of his limbs. Well. Good. Even if Drake is still a little bitter that he just spent the better part of a week freaking out about what had happened and everybody's just fine.

"Hey yourself," he mutters, reaching out and hauling Ephemera into a tight hug.

[requiemshark]

"--huh."

Maybe he's a little drunker than he thought, because Drake's hug catches Ephemera entirely by surprise. He doesn't flinch away but it takes him a moment to breathe and relax into it. He touches his free hand to Drake's arm, squeezing briefly.

"Lup got me," he announces. "I was mad. I got over it. Paintball sucks."

His armor did exactly nothing.

[braveoff]

The contact helps, that knot of anger loosening a little. "Paintball is horrible. When you stopped answering me I went by to check on you and you were gone. And they didn't tell us that this shit was non lethal, I freaked all week."

He pulls back and rakes a hand through his hair.

"Everybody's really okay? Have you seen Liv?"

[requiemshark]

Ephemera squeezes Drake's arm a little harder. He's here now, breathing still. That counts for something. "Still in one piece, from what I can tell. Haven't seen Liv."

He hesitates.

"She got hit?"

[braveoff]

"Yeah. Same day you stopped answering, actually, we had to go out. It was my fault, I was leading and said it was clear..." He shakes his head, visibly distressed by the fact that he screwed up. It could just as easily have been a real bullet. Might be, someday, if the residents turn on each other in this gods vs null war that's building.

[roseofthetyrells]

I suppose it's worth a try? [she looks more intently at the list of songs, but so far nothing]

And I've been rude and not introduced myself. Margaery Tyrell, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. It's a pleasure to meet you.

[toiletseat_girl]

Very carefully. But seriously, the place was full of reflections, from the trays to the windows. It sucked.

And I should probably introduce myself, right? George Lass. Hi.

[toiletseat_girl]

[yeah, George likes green, but not that kind of green.

that's where a pair of scissors and a lot of swearing comes in

yeah, target practice sounds a lot harsher. more clinical. George only hit one person and it was largely an accident, then felt like an asshole when she realized the kid was in a coma. she did try to get Prussia, but he shot first]

Yeah? I guess that's what we were supposed to do in the first place.

[roseofthetyrells]

[this week would seem like a good example of it, yes]

So many of you are from Earth! What's it like?

[Marg knows little of Earth, other than the music is strange]

[she smiles] I was! Three times, in fact.

[requiemshark]

"Hey."

Ephemera keeps his hand on Drake's arm, digging his nails in a little. "Hey, look at me. You're good. Liv's good. She's around here somewhere. Probably enjoying the music. It's not bad, you know?"

[hot_mes]

[some do, but...no, not this guy]

Technically, yeah. I'm not complaining, it's merely a fact of life. But I've seen worse than paint guns that cause coma, just saying.

[sciencelizard]

The... party villians??

[After everything the gods have put them through, this is where he's drawing the line??]

Y-You know, out of all the things they've done to us, this one, uhm, isn't so bad...