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

[danseur]

[ his expression sours a little at that, and it's actually not because of the olives. instead of doing the mature thing and talking at her, he just stands up. ]

Whatever. Gotta go. Enjoy your pajamas, Eeyore.

[evocation]

Hey.

[She makes a grab for his sleeve.]

Sorry. I didn't mean... That's just how it is where I'm from, you know? I'm not trying to be an asshole.

[danseur]

[ he shakes her hand off, shuttering that sourness away, schooling his face into something more neutral. ]

Don't worry about it. I get it. Just need to go let Rome know I'm okay. Forgot to do that earlier.

[evocation]

[That's bullshit and she knows it, but she doesn't know how to explain what she's trying to say. Her hand goes to her necklace immediately, dragging the pendant back and forth along the chain.]

Morgan, come on. I'm not saying they're bad or something. I'm just saying... If you get bitten by a werewolf back home, that's what happens. It sucks. It's not like the way it works for you.

[synthedick]

"I'm sure the wall would be more willing to listen than some of the folks around here," Nick replies. Rey has a point about Hope, though -- people seem real keen on using the excuse that death is only temporary in Hadriel. It's a concept that has never sat well with the old synth, neither the part where people come back from the dead, nor where the residents get complacent with the events they're put through, willingly engaging in violence because they feel that any repercussions or consequences will be negligible. There might come a day where they aren't.

And for all they know, the consequences might be permanent for someone like him, someone more manufactured than organic.

"As far as I'm concerned, I'd rather not risk that something happens to Hope in the middle of one of these things, and people are left having to live with what they've done. For all we know, he might not be able to put someone like me back together at all. I imagine I'd end up looking the same, but with my insides full of junk."

He's seen the insides of the mopeds, and he was not impressed.

[hasitsthorns]

Nah, I'm not sure who's responsible for the gifts. Maybe... Delight? Rage doesn't seem like a gift-giver.

[ She gives the flower pot and its resident over a once-over. It's a cute little thing. ]

You should! At some point. Just be prepared for it. Which is kind of the motto of this cave, honestly. Be preeeepaarrreeeed.

[ Please, get her super cool and hilarious musical reference. Please. It's been so long. ]

[hot_mes]

Oh? I suppose that answers the question whether anyone from my world had been here before.

[not that he was going to ask anyone but he had wondered]

Though there are pirates in other worlds. At least, I would guess as much given the reactions I get from people when I say the word.

[aroundthecoroner]

[Michael squints at the gun.]

Is that real? Is it loaded?

[He keeps his voice down, noting that Delmar seems a little uncomfortable.]

[aroundthecoroner]

About as good as wearing a stuffed animal can look.

[He takes a drink to try and drown out his laughter over his own joke.]

[aroundthecoroner]

Yeah, kinda hoping that doesn't happen, considering how often people seem to die.

[No pun intended.]

I don't know, three days? Which would be a great record for a frat house, but this is kind of ridiculous.

[aroundthecoroner]

Yeah, they'd probably also ruin whatever you put them in.

[He looks down at himself.]

I could probably get a decent amount in my jacket pockets. Not- not the meatballs. I don't really want to smell like Italian food forever.

[aroundthecoroner]

Or some people get tired of feeling weak, so they lash out instead of cowering.

[He knows absolutely nothing about it, though.]

The justifying thing sounds right too, though.

[aroundthecoroner]

[Wow, that sass. Not that Michael's any better.]

Well if you're gonna do it, do it already.

[He crosses his arms, the knife still sticking out of one of his hands.]

[nowherewolf]

Well you might have to shoot sometimes. I'm not like, omniscient.

[Backup means more than just the occasional spell, K.]

How do you think we get on top of the buildings? We gotta climb up there.

[nowherewolf]

Or: I could fill it up and dare people to drink the whole thing. Put money on it, even.

[He frowns.]

Or food, I guess. We don't do money here. That said, for a reaper, you'd make a good salesman.

[nowherewolf]

[The paintballs don't manage to get him (he's had quite a run of luck, it seems,) but they do force him to roll and scramble away, giving up the position he'd jumped for in the first place. Now he's more toward the opposite side of the building from Curufin. Maybe it isn't great luck after all.

Tucker tries to move into a workable position, but now he's not entirely sure where his opponent is.]

[nowherewolf]

I don't know dude, murdering the shit out of us?

[That's pretty high on Tucker's list of "do not want".]

And I guess by comparison this paintball shit is nothing. I've heard the gods do way worse. So if the Null are like, evil in their eyes?

[He'll leave that to Dean's imagination.]

[nowherewolf]

From what I understand, guns don't come up too often here. You might be able to make a deal with that Rage chick if you really wanted one.

[Yes he has an extra, but he also has plans for that.]

Supposing you do manage to get a gun, though, I'd be willing to teach you a thing or two.

[He shrugs.]

I'm not like an expert, but I'm a decent shot.

[nowherewolf]

[... Uh huh. That sure is a drawing.

And this sure is a potentially valuable conversation.]

So you... plan on killing hope? For the Null, or just because?

[nowherewolf]

[No he doesn't wish, he knows. Or he thinks he does. Whatever!! Arguably he's "super"human also. It counts. Or he would say it does, anyway.]

If it's so nice, why aren't you down there?

[This won't work but he's feeling petty.]

[hotspurred]

[Having been enlightened as to who shot him thanks to Irisviel — and God bless Irisviel for also avenging him — Henry is on a mission to find Kate and confront her. So when he eventually spots her, he stalks straight over, regardless of anyone in his path. When he reaches her, he steps straight into her personal space.]

You! [He barks, greatly annoyed.] You shot me!

[dedikated]

( Don't harsh her buzz, Hotspur. This party and the paintball tournament have washed out most of the stress that lingers from recent events and Kate's enjoying herself. She can worry about the mindset that Rage's influence brought later, for now everyone is fine and it was all just a good game.

She has a bottle to her lips when Henry charges over and they quirk in slightly-bewildered amusement as he snaps.

Yes. That was a thing that happened. )

Have better awareness next time.

( And never turn your back in a paintball tournament. )

[hotspurred]

[Henry grits his teeth, a wordless noise of aggravation catching in his throat.]

Shoot those who play your game next time!

[He's more annoyed than truly angry though, so he merely gives he nearest shoulder a shove, and sharply grumbles:]

Evidently I made a mistake in trusting you.

[Which is not to say that he no longer trusts her. That has not changed; he understands that it was nothing more than a game which has ultimately proved harmless.

He's still nonetheless offended that she shot him.]

[evocation]

Whatever. I'm still taking it as a compliment.

[She nudges him with her elbow gently.]

You could have been smoother about it, though.

[evocation]

Shit, really? I never would have guessed from the way you talk about yourself.

[That's a little bit of a cover, because she's eyeing a nearby fire escape suspiciously. She is very short, Tucker.]