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
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If you fall and break your neck or something because you can't die in paintball, please let us know here.

Comments

[braveoff]

The sting of pain actually helps, centers him. Makes him focus on that little hurt. On this moment, the warmth of his friend's hand and steadiness of his voice. Right. It's not bad here. Everybody's good.

"I know now," he grumbles, but his expression smoothes out a bit. "...I might need a drink. Help me keep an eye out?"

how very dare

[nonscriptum]

[Nate finally casts him a sidelong glance that assesses him with a more critical eye, concluding that the man is a handsome goth in search of a venue more suited to his Creature of the Night tastes.]

Somebody twist your arm?

[Speaking of arms, Nate holds a hand out for a shake.]

Nate.

[dedikated]

( Well, if you ask Kate, most mixers are just an extra step between the drink and her mouth. Tasty steps, but when there's no one playing bartender, extra ones. )

That not part of your spellcasting?

( Kate, just because you know that people talk about magic as more flexible doesn't mean it's always possible. Or that this kid's even got magic, just because his sister does. )

[farmboyjedi]

Luke shakes his head too.

"Yeah, that's best. Mostly, I've been trying just to be defensive. I didn't know at first that this would happen. I don't like it at all. I guess this is the most important thing right now, getting help to the ones who need it."

[anoshe]

Yes, at the very least. I'm royalty, after all.

[He seems more amused by the idea than anything.]

Those parties can be fun, in their own way, but you never really get to cut loose.

Of course! XD Here, have buckets of coffee and boxes of donuts!

[so_dark_a_road]

[ Curufin smiles, too. ]

More like a hot brunette with skull tattoos. [ Snicker. ]

Why, did you get the hot blonde? Oh, I guess you did. She must have been a tricky one! [ He admires a fighter who is good at deceit. ]

[ And damn those gods! They do make it hard to leave! ]

[evocation]

I don't know how to curtsy, and I'm not drunk enough yet to embarrass myself.

[Speaking of which!]

If you can't cut loose, does that mean you're a lightweight?

Sorry I'm late! (シ_ _)シ

[9_s]

〈9S had taken an instant liking to this man. His obstinate nature and eccentric ways entertained and engaged him.

He chuckled, the sound genuine and leaving a smile on his childlike features.〉

We've already agreed that your mask is pretty bird-like.

〈He tiptoed for a measly boost in height to try and spy the concealed napkins.〉

What're you drawing?

Sorry I'm late! (シ_ _)シ

[9_s]

Isn't that the point of the party? I've already spoken to a really pretty girl.

〈As 9S bragged he shifted to conceal the teddy bear behind his back. He wasn't programmed to have any bravado about his achievements, but for some reason, if he was going to brag about speaking with Margaery he didn't want this cool-looking man to spot his childish prize.〉

Haven't you spoken to anyone yet?

Sorry I'm late! (シ_ _)シ

[9_s]

〈9S practically radiated excitement.

Not only had he had the opportunity to speak with one of the prettiest human girls he'd ever seen, but now she was going to offer him human food as well.

He fidgeted trying to make the choice, but with no experience in chocolate - or any food for that matter - he was having some trouble.〉

Could you decide for me? I don't know which to have, I've never eaten chocolate before.

Sorry I'm late! (シ_ _)シ

[9_s]

Hey!

〈9S quipped, acting offended. The pretence falling over somewhat with his smile. No matter what humans say to him, he can't help but find their attention irresistible.〉

Can you be a loser if you win something?

〈9S held up the consolation bear, waving it a little.〉

You don't like parties? Why's that, there's all the things people are supposed to like: food, drink and... more people.

It's okay! <3

[roseofthetyrells]

[d'awwww!

no, seriously, she finds his enthusiasm and complete and total lack of cynicism both charming and refreshing after years in King's Landing.

she waits patiently, box held open]

Me? I suppose I could. These ones with strawberry filling are especially good. Have one. [she plucks a chocolate out of the box and offers it to him]

Sorry I'm late! (シ_ _)シ

[9_s]

Ah!

〈A small yelp of shock and 9S whirled around to find that the vandal was gone.

Leaving himself in the open he scanned the origin of the gunshot before quickly darting off to hide behind the edge of the smiley face wall. Peering around its edge he yelled out.〉

That's not fair! Artistic licence! Now you've made my face mad.

Sorry I'm late! (シ_ _)シ

[9_s]

〈Attention!

9S's mood perked up immediately. He whirled around to the origin of those few, engaging words. A bright smile appeared on his child-like features and his grip on the bear tightened.〉

I am!

〈He pronounced, as if proud of his solitude.〉

Although... I did talk to a really pretty girl earlier.

no worries

[puzzlingly]

It looks much better!

「 That comes from... huh, very close! Was it the left or the right? There is nothing better than make someone paranoid sometimes!」

[dedikated]

( Well. That's... something. Perhaps when Rage's compulsion wears off, Kate'll feel kinder towards - after all, she's seen the less than technically correct do very well fighting - but right now the concept of losing here, to someone who seems to be working off a knowledge of guns picked up from bad television, irks her immensely. She didn't spend the beginning of her adult life being drilled on combat just to fall to someone like this. Years away from the front line or no. )

Never get bored of runnin'.

( Kate pls with the smirk you know exactly what she means, you smartarse. But she dodges with ease, rolling to the side and taking aim again. )

Mind jus' letting me shoot you so I can get back to winning?

( ... SIGH. )

Thank you!!

[9_s]

〈As if about to undertake a vitally important ritual 9S began to ready himself. He delicately placed the teddy bear on the floor, leaning against his ankle. He combed his hair into place with his fingers and brushed off the front of his jacket.

Once he felt ready for this new experience he reached out to take the chocolate from her fingers, holding it gingerly between his thumb and middle finger. The first thing he did when he had it was to smell it, noting the bitter-sweet aroma of the chocolate and the sweetness of the sugary strawberry locked inside.〉

I'm going to eat it now!

〈He told her, almost embarrassed to actually consume something in full view of a human (and a very pretty and kind one at that).

He opened his mouth, which for all intents and purposes resembled any normal human's mouth, and dropped the chocolate in.〉

... Fascinating!

〈He chewed and eventually swallowed it.〉

Cocoa butter, sugar, and milk powder. It appears to contain theobromine or C7H8N4O2, sugars in C6H12O6 and C6H12O6 and... No, surely not! That's C8H10N4O2! Caffeine! What a complex food source!

Thank you!!

[9_s]

It looks mean!

〈Were his sensors off? He could've sworn that he heard that comment coming from both sides.

Frustrated at the cantankerous and tricky nature of this adversary he shouted out from behind the safety of his wall.〉

Are you're pretty mean to play tricks on a newcomer.

〈His finger absentmindedly caressed the trigger of his gun.〉

Why don't you come out so we can talk civilly?

Re: Thank you!!

[roseofthetyrells]

[she smiles at him encouragingly, thinking that perhaps he's shy and she shouldn't draw attention to it for fear it will make him go back into his shell, so to speak

All right. I hope you enjoy it!

[she watches him, still smiling. he's just too adorable]

It's good, isn't it?

[she listens to his list of ingredients, some of which she's never heard of before. but there are so many things here she's never heard of before]

So, you like it? I hope you do.

[requiemshark]

"I got you," Ephemera promises, squeezing Drake's arm one last time. It's going to be fine. He's on the way to drunk, sure, but that doesn't change anything. No one died. "C'mon. They've got tequila."

[so_dark_a_road]

Curufin laughs. "Nope, I wouldn't want people to think I have a crying need to get drunk in a hurry! Most generous of you to help me protect my reputation!"

And he hands her one of the glasses. He lifts his own in a little toasting gesture.

[dedikated]

( Well, that's a good choice. She's just been picking at various drinks as it suits her, but as a result, she's relaxed and in good spirits, offering a nod of greeting and an expression that hovers somewhere close to a smile.

Sadly, even drink can only do so much. )

Sounds good.

( It does make her far more amicable to dances, though. And, after a quick pause: ) What did you get?

[unknowable]

[He's a little surprised by the concern for his safety. Maybe he shouldn't be - Adam has had some experience with that by now, friends who care for him and want him to be safe - but it still always comes as a surprise. It'll probably take even more time before it's something that seems natural to him.]

No, it's nothing dangerous. I generally try to avoid dangerous things, especially here.

[He does wish he could just tell Lance - he doesn't think there's any danger to it. But the most he feels comfortable doing is telling Ronan that he trusts Lance. And - well, Adam isn't going to lie and pretend he's getting them from killing monsters, that would just be very difficult to believe.]

Honestly, this is a pretty big box, and I'm used to conserving things like this... I might as well share. Otherwise it'll take forever to finish.

[Anyway, he likes being able to share. He nudges his backpack - usually full of basic first aid - off his shoulder and gets the box of chocolates out. It is pretty big.]

Take a few.

[so_dark_a_road]

[ Curufin's eyes open wide as he realizes that Law has actually sneaked up and is now hiding on the other side of the stature. How'd he manage that?? Confusion.

And then Law leaps into sight, like a real badass, slides on his knees and starts firing.

Curufin hasn't got any place to go. The large stature is taking up most of the space in the alcove and he can't get behind it. There's no other cover inside the temple except for the alter, and that's way the hell on the other side. And so he whips his gun around and starts shooting back. Snap, snap, snap, snap! He grins and darts out of the alcove, and lets off another volley.

And then he feels the smack of a paintball against his chest. At this close range, it causes more than a sharp stinging sensation. He's going to have a bruise, that's for sure. And his best shirt, goodness! His face lights up as he considers the silliness of the situation.

He staggers up against the wall, still grinning. ]

[braveoff]

You and the tequila, Drake thinks, smiling a little despite his stress. He sticks close to Ephemera as they move back to the drinks -- it seems like the majority of Hadriel is crammed into the arena right now -- so he doesn't lose him while scanning the crowd for Liv. You'd think she'd be easy to find, with white hair, but he doesn't see her yet. Just as well he uncoils a little more first, probably.

"Okay. Catch me up on the partying, then."