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Event Log: Party Royale

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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"Yeah, all right." He nodded and got to work lifting the unconscious people. "I might be able to give you a bit of a boost in strength or stamina if you need it." he said. "Chances are, I'll end up boosting myself anyway just a little. One drawback of being more compact...things like this are more awkward sometimes." His five foot eight frame made it tougher to do a lift like this than if he'd been as tall as his dad. A Force boost was a big help.

( Well, if you ever get around to finishing it, Curufin, you can hand it over to her. She misses the potency of one, combined with the mobility that the longbow doesn't give her. She won't be trading the jacket though, it's far too nice.

But for now, with a nicely uptempo beat flooding the party, Kate would rather dance than talk, easily sliding into the beat. All that athletics practice is good for many things, dancing included. )

( Well, Kate's amusement is promptly replaced by a scowl. That was a low blow, Henry. Even if it was just a stupid game, she'd get her ass kicked by Alicia for embarrassing her if the woman ever found out. )

Sucks that you had to be avenged, don't it?

( WHAT BRUISED PRIDE... )

[Seeing her scowl makes him feel better already, now that he can see her pride is as bruised as his. More so, even, because she was participating.]

That someone did so honours me.

[Who's smug now?]

Trafalgar Law, and he's a he. And oh yeah, he's got DEATH written on his knuckles.

But whatever you have a weakness for, your blonde seems to have known how to take advantage. She must be an impressive tactician.

[ Smile. ]

( Aren't knights supposed to be gentlemen or something? You know, not rubbing her failures in her face and all of this? Like she doesn't know shit about history but she's pretty sure that's what popular culture says.

H U F F. )

Good for you.

( Totally being a pouty brat now welp. )

I'd appreciate it.

[She laughs quietly.]

I'll do the same for you.

"I think you should keep your stamina in case you need it yourself. I'm pretty good at maintaining mine unaided. But thank your for the offer, Luke."

True, there is that difference in their heights. Curufin is six foot two (in his boots), and though his basic frame is a slim one, years of handling heavy weapons and heavy tools and also of being a mountaineer have left him with powerful ams, shoulders, and legs.

"But we'll do just fine, between the two of us."

He runs back to the firehouse to get the ladder truck, which has an internal compartment right behind the cab, and a separate door for that. This compartment can be used for extra riders or for an ambulance.

He brings the truck up, parks it, comes back to where Luke is, and grabs one of the unconscious people by an arm and a leg, slings him up on those broad shoulders, and carries him into the ambulance compartment.

Together, they get all of the people in. "Shall I drive or shall you drive?" he asks.

( Petty snarking is an entirely sensible way to spend your time during this, correct?

But Kate can't resist trying to fire a shot or two, at least to drive this guy into moving or something. )

Feeling generous.

( Her tone's dry, and that could really refer to either her shots or the lack of being down where she'd be a sitting duck for a rooftop sniper.

Who knows. )

[ Okay! She can have it. But he won't ask for a trade; he does all of his work pro bono. Yellow isn't Curufin's color anyway. XD

Curufin falls easily into the rhythm. That's one nice thing about being an Elf -- they all have great moves. And he doesn't care what kind of music it is or what the tempo, he's adaptable. He is a graceful, inventive dancer. And he smiles to see Kate is the same. He thought she would be. ]

[ Semi-automatic rifles. She does supply the armory, after all.

For the first time in what feels like a while, the woman can't help the grin that splits her face at his snort. He got it. He understood her Disney reference. Oh my gods, how long has it been since that happened? ]

I'm so happy you're part of my world, [ she continues. Well. He's not part of her world, exactly, but similar enough. ]

I got so used to ye oldy timey or space-age folks with no idea what Disney was I was starting to lose hope.

So that's why he was red in the face when I arrived. [A mild groan and a shake of his head.]

At least it's only the two of you who heard. And Celebrimbor. And Elrond.

[And the rest of the city, if they ever thought to care. But that was a lot less of a hassle than, say, all the cousins and his siblings and Certain Uncles Who Shall Remain Nameless could provide.]

You aren't intruding, really. You're his brother. That you're fine with it means a great deal.

[And as his own siblings' responses would have ranged from apoplectic to outrageous teasing, the comparative restraint isn't half bad.]

It never fails to surprise Ephemera at how easily Drake touches people. Like it's nothing, like he doesn't live in a world where presuming that much would get him shot. He shivers a little but doesn't jerk away. "Tequila. I like to stay on brand."

Hey, it's been a long time since he could have friends -- since he was around anyone he trusted not to shoot him for something like this. If he's overly familiar it's just because he's comfortable.

"Huh. Well unlike you, I haven't eaten for a couple days and would rather not burn my stomach lining off. Fun as it sounds. I'll do one more then I'm switching to something lighter."

At that, Rey can't help but scoff. There's some comedy to be found in people's ignorance and willingness to turn a blind eye to the dangers they're putting themselves and others into, and for nothing. "You're probably right."

Much as she hates to accept that as their reality. But that is pretty much the reality they're always dealt with, isn't it?

Nick's concern is one of Rey's as well. Not for herself, but him and those like him.

"Who knows, maybe that might be an upgrade." Strange to hear herself joke after all this time, but she has to try it sometimes. "I'm glad you managed to stay safe through that shit, at any rate. Would hate to have to go on a rampage of revenge."

Because you know she would have. Anyone with two cents to rub together in their brainpans would know this.

"Yeah..." She winced a little, expression apologetic. "I would've dragged you in here if I'd had a way. Sorry if you were worried." Which he clearly was, by the way he was reacting, and she twisted to lean up and to give him an actual, sound kiss on the mouth. "I'm fine, Drake. I'm gonna stay that way, okay?"

Nick knows that no matter how lightly Rey talks about her figurative rampage, she'd have absolutely gone on one had he been shot. It crossed his mind early on that if he went down -- or Maketh, Firo, maybe even Ellie -- that there'd be hell to pay, and the bodies wouldn't be covered in just paint.

And yet, he returns her joke with some light teasing of his own, as though that's the best they can do in a grim situation. "Just trying to save myself from a whole lot of paperwork. And probably another accusation on how useless the Guard is."

If he sounds the slightest bit bitter about that second part, it's not accidental. Rey is one of the few who understands his frustration regarding the populace's perspective of the Guard.

They never talked about it much, but never needed to. They've both seen each other on the network, quarreling with those who make such accusations against the Guard.

Fortunately, due to her connections with the more prominent members, Rey doesn't even need to claim to be among the ranks in order to defend them. Some of those people are like family to her. Damned if she'll sit quietly while their name gets smeared for no reason.

"It's a lot of headache to take on, that's for sure. The city doesn't deserve you, and the others like you who just want to help."

Instead, they get accused of being corrupt, of being tyrants and bullies for doing too much or incompetent for doing too little, despite never once claiming to be a post of authority.

"This city deserves better in a lot of ways, but despite what people think, the Guard is doing as much as we can. I've seen them do a lot of good, more than people realize. It might not bother me, but it sure bothers some of them."

The doubt of the people makes Maketh question her place; it makes Glacius wonder if it's worth it at all. It undermines those who would want to help, but think that maybe joining the organization is a waste of time or that they're incompetent. Unfortunately, being frustrated -- no matter how human a feeling it is -- doesn't help. They just have to keep doing what's right, and in this case, that'd defending those who need it, even if some of them don't deserve it.

A little criticism here and there never hurts; Rey gets enough of it as it is. But even she has her limits, as do many others among the Guard.

She folds her arms over her chest as she continues walking, shoulders stiffening with every stride.

"Probably a good thing I've kept my name officially off the record. Think some of the shit I've said and done would've reflected poorly on your guys."

Such as attacking Rosie. They might be on better terms now, surprisingly enough, but that doesn't change that she was willing to assault, maim, and murder someone on her own volition. No godly compulsion required.

Nick doesn't argue with Rey on that one -- they both know that she'd have been in trouble regarding some of the things she's said, no matter what the reason. Hell, she's been in trouble plenty as it is, but at least her heart is in the right place. Like it or not, Nick will defend that heart and all the emotion it brings until his dying breath.

Or the synthetic equivalent, of course.

"Given what we're up against, I'd say you giving us a bad reputation should be the least of our problems, especially when we've got a bunch of machines trying to get into the city."

He puts some emphasis on machines; while someone who doesn't know him as well might miss it, there is a distinct discomfort in that thought, given what he is.

Given what they know about the Null now, Rey couldn't see them and Nick as being anything remotely alike. Yes, they might share the same synthetic bodies, but they had the luxury of choosing in ways Nick had not. Emotions were nothing to them where to Nick they were everything.

"Almost makes you feel at home, does it?" Rey asks dryly, knowing the answer for both of them. Helps that they've come from crappy places.

Not fair to me, or not fair to you? Are reapers like, immune to getting drunk?

[It takes even more scrambling around to avoid the latest group of shots. Can't this guy give him a break already? Ugh.

By the time he's got himself set up behind one of the outcroppings on the roof, he's not sure where Curufin's gone off to. And then he hears he slight creaking of the sign on the shop next door. Maybe it was the wind (?) and maybe it was someone disturbing it. Surely the elf wouldn't be brazen enough to come up here?

But then again, maybe he would. Everyone wants to win.

For now, Tucker remains still, keeping his gun up and ready, listening for movement. It seems likely that Curufin knows where he is, so he'll just wait for his opponent to come to him.]

[Tucker doesn't think those will hit him, but he scoots over a bit just in case. And when she's done, he fires back in the general direction of her voice.]

So am I. Just a couple of regular philanthropists over here.

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