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

[aroundthecoroner]

Uh, yeah.

[He doubts anyone would disagree- wait, actually, maybe someone would.]

Let's hope the next one is just as harmless.

[aroundthecoroner]

Yeah, that's a good plan.

[He eyes the nearby table.]

I think muffins could work. Cupcakes probably not. Might want to throw some of the veggie tray in there? Play our cards right and we could eat for a week.

[And maybe then he'd stop running out of food during god events and getting himself in trouble.]

[dedikated]

( Hi5, girl. Kate used to break household appliances to get out of having to do chores, so... )

Oh, him?

( She owes him a chat after this whole thing. )

Were too slippy to catch.

( Rude. )

[hotspurred]

[He lets he wallow for a moment before he queries:]

A yellow coat?

[dedikated]

( So rude. So, so rude. )

Aye. 'S what I woke up to.

( Her consolation prize for being shot by Iri's entirely unorthodox style. )

ii. post-paintball afterparty

[braveoff]

[ Like Lup, Drake made it to the end of the event, and has his shiny new gun tucked into his belt to show for it. He much rather would have been here with his friends, though... one of whom Lup managed to take out, apparently? He's already had his emotional reunions and several drinks by the time she grabs his wrist, and so goes easily even though he's still not quite the happiest about this whole situation.

He looks her over and quirks an eyebrow. ]

How'd you get so beaten up?

[braveoff]

He was worried, yes. He was so worried. And kissing back, but not letting go of her yet. At least he's less tense than he was when he first arrived, having already found Ephemera and had a few drinks. He tastes like tequila.

"You'd better. You sure you're alright? It's been a few days, you're not... hungry?"

[puzzlingly]

「Atem is not quite sure if Lance is just humoring him or if he actually wants to know, but you know what? He ain't gonna stop to ask! So he begins this excited explanation about what the cards in his deck can do and how they can be used to surprise their opponent, how they can positioned and how to use that to one's advantage and also how his deck is built in a special way and that others go obviously for other kind of strategy... 」

So if you use Dark Magic Curtain, you can special summon this guy-- but you must be careful with your life points...

「 He gives Lance some examples, temporarily taking the deck form his hand only to shuffle through it and find certain cards, then he gives it back and shows them to him. He just knows an awful amount of the game and it shows, he doesn't miss the opportunity to show it off either, he is the King of Games, why wouldn't he? But he always keeps that affable exterior on him.

And after all that... he finally stops, and smiles.」

Questions?

[mismanagement]

[She curls her lip in agreement. Being around Hux makes her sharp and mean, something even the alcohol can't quell.] You would have made a mess and I would have been forced to deal with you. But by all means, let's call that fun.

[It probably would be, but that's besides the point.]

[mismanagement]

"How very sporting of you," Maketh teases, eyes bright as she grins. It's a relief to be surrounded by competent people and a relief to be next to Rey, who may have known low moments but - at least to Maketh eyes - never once seemed leveled by them. Never completely. "I'm sure it would have been quite the sight."

[circumitus]

"Keeping things even on the playing field would be the least I can do."

When you're someone who can render a person into a melted pile of flaming ashes and cinders, relying on conventional weapons without godly boons is a surprisingly merciful way to go. Rey might have her moments, but she still would rather be herself than pushed to do harm for someone else against her will. In that way, this has been a roaring success.

Then, a little more serious: "You were okay through all that, though, right?"

[mismanagement]

Maketh stays quiet for a moment, just watching the party. It's almost simple now, the lights and the music. Like going to the Speakeasy with Rey. They've gone dancing a few times now. If she closes her eyes and lets the alcohol numb the edges down, she can almost pretend things haven't been so carefully arranged.

"I survived," she murmurs. "I'm quite good at that."

Except, of course, for when she's not.

"It is--frustrating. To know how easily the gods can still manipulate us. And how easily some among us would let it happen."

[restinglichface]

[If Drake isn't happy with her (or the situation, as it were), Lup doesn't seem to notice as she drags the man onto the dance floor, her cheeks pink from drinking and her expression positively beaming. This is where she belongs!

Though before she can start swinging to the beat, the man's question draws a quick laugh from her, the elf shrugging as if it was absolutely nothing.] May have fell out of a tree or two. It was totally worth it, though.

[braveoff]

[ A ... tree. Were people hiding in the forest for her to take out? There aren't trees in the city proper. He knows that can't be where she got Ephemera. Which he's still kind of upset about. He fought the urge to shoot people, she could have too. He certainly never would have shot a friend not knowing what was happening. ]

How many people did you take out?

[ As much as he tries to sound casual, like he doesn't care, he's failing. ]

[toiletseat_girl]

I've got brownies and banana nut muffins in here already. And that's a good idea about the veggie trays, stick that stuff in the fridge and it'll last for a while. Dibs on the baby carrots.

[George considers it unfair that she still has to eat even though she's dead]

[toiletseat_girl]

Not fair to you. We can hold our liquor a lot better than your average human.

[circumitus]

Although Rey knows that Delight has more to do with the after-festivities than the paint shootings, she still can't shake the bitterness that this place leaves in her mouth. Seeing people not only rewarded for their carelessness, but celebrating it as well does not put her in a dancing mood -- just a drinking one.

At any rate, she's sure that there will be plenty of chances to dance in the future, not just this one. It's not like she is missing a once in a lifetime opportunity, save for maybe pilfering a perfectly good jukebox.

"Some of them didn't seem to care. Doesn't help that the whole damned thing was dressed up like a stupid game when it isn't. Think it got through to some of them, though."

After all, not everyone who responded to her PSA were unreasonable.

[toiletseat_girl]

[damn, now why didn't she think of that?]

[uh, oh. did she get him into trouble?]

I guess so. I never ran into him during the game itself.

[imhisaunt]

[There's a fussy shake of Delmar's head]

No, no. That would be dangerous.

[He then puts it back in his satchel, patting the bag]

The bullets are in here. But I'm not really sure what to do with them. [A pause] Well, of course I know what one does with bullets and a gun but I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do with them. People could get hurt with something like this around.

[Yes, Delmar. That's sort of the point]

[jocoeur]

( that's right lup, it's ya boy, criminal vigilante.
but he's going to take that as a compliment, complete with a wry smile and a hand combing through his frizzy locks. )

You're not wrong about that. ( it's true for both the fire commentary and his stealthiness. )

Then, in that case, what do you say to a little wager? ( a gloved hand touches his mask gingerly, as he would if he was still wearing his glasses. ) Your tactics versus mine.

[restinglichface]

[Lup is just drunk enough to miss how hard Drake is failing to be casual, her arms wrapping around his neck to drag him close to dance through a song or two. At the question, Lup's eyes shut thoughtfully, though the curl to her smile says it all.] Depends. On my own or with my brother? Cause on my own? At least ten, I think. Started to lose track near the end of it. But with Taako? Gods, maybe fifteen?

[She was proud of their victory, another slap in the face to the world that tried to keep them down.

But, drunk or not, even Lup has a limit for bullshit and finally something clicks. Her eyes open and her hips pause mid-swing.] Uh, you okay there, big guy?

[braveoff]

[ That's obviously more than Drake got but he also was actively trying to avoid shooting people. He just kind of nods at her, lifting his hands to her hips as they dance. Which he is totally doing, and no one who can't see his face could tell her was uncomfortable. It's all in the eyes. ]

...mostly. I spent the week fighting the urge to shoot. And you took out my best friend.

[ A shrug. He can be competitive, too, he's even gone paintballing and was ruthless then. Just. He knew those were harmless. This, not so much. ]

Did you ever think about what was happening to them?

[restinglichface]

[Lup holds up the bottle of tequila and gives it another shake. If he wants another shot, he just has to set his glass down and she'll be happy to do the honors.]

Go us. [Naturally, her grin comes easily. Most of the time it does.] Throwing up a middle finger to the assholes who tried to keep us down. Fuck 'em.

[The fact he got thrown in the slammer for treason gets a little brow raise from her, but Lup's already all in for this story.] Dag, you really were. But I'm sure whatever you did was well deserved. [she hopes so, at least. Lup may not have a problem with murder exactly, as long as innocents weren't involved. She danced in the gray when it came to morals.] Did you win or at least get the satisfaction you needed in the end?

[restinglichface]

[Well, this conversation is rapidly descending into feelings that Lup has never dealt well with.

It was the Lup Taaco Brand™ to hide behind poorly timed jokes and to brush off the serious issues. To give an impassioned speech about her need to hold onto hope or she'll never make it through another year of the cycles, then to blow it the whole thing off with a teasing mention of some asshole owning her money. To watch one of her best friends breathe in toxic air and quietly die in his sleep, only to jokingly drag his ass the very moment he reappeared the following year. Genuine emotion just isn't her thing.

Which is probably why her answer back is a little awkward, not nearly as smooth as Lup usually tries to be.]

Who exactly?

[mismanagement]

"Your message."

Maketh shifts to lean against Rey without thinking about it, closing her eyes. Rey is warm and solid and there.

"It had an impact. You cannot discount that."