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

[braveoff]

[ Drake shakes his head, gripping her hips a little tighter, the only sign of his tension. He could hide it better than this if he wanted to but why? She should know he's upset. ]

Does it make a difference?

[restinglichface]

[Talk about the most awkward dance ever.]

Fair. [And it is. Whoever Drake means, Lup clearly hadn't thought too hard about who might be affected with their disappearance. The hands around his neck slip down to his broad shoulders, resting there.]

Look, it was just a game. Everything turned out fine. Your pal and the rest of 'em just got a big, ol' nap, which okay, I see where you're coming from, but-- [her head tips to the side, uncertain]

We just wanted to win. Nothing actually happened.

[braveoff]

Yeah, I'm aware, I found my people already. I just. I guess you haven't but I've read up on the history of this place. Sometimes when those things happen, people don't just take a nap and wake up at a party. Most of the time you're actually killing your friends. So I decided not to play, and fought like hell against it. Not everybody makes the same choices but did you ever think about what you'd be winning or what everyone else would be losing?

They're fine this time. And I like you, I'm not trying to make you feel bad, I just want people to realize it's not all fun and games all the time.

[restinglichface]

[It's inelegant, but Lup snorts, her grip on his shoulders tightening slightly, like she needs the support standing. At this point in the party, she's more than a little drunk, so this is probably not the best time to bring in the big, emotional conversation, but she gets it.

And, y'know, maybe she's a little sorry too.]

I'll keep it in mind, but you're doing a real shitty job at not trying to make me feel bad. [Bad time for jokes? She hopes not.] They're good though, yeah? Your peeps? Specifically the one I shot.

[braveoff]

[ Drake tugs her a little closer at that, one arm winding around her waist -- she can lean if she needs to. Their heads are beside each other's now so she can't see his fond little smile, but it's in his voice as well. ]

Sorry. You wouldn't want me to really try, then. And yeah, he's good. Not even mad at you anymore, apparently.

[so_dark_a_road]

[ Smile. ] I'll bet he was.

Well, people in Hadriel may seem a bit rough around the edges. . . [ UNLIKE THE FINWEANS, HAHAHA ] . . . but they have a sort of decorum when it comes to net posts. They laugh uproariously at people they know well but are usually stricken with discretion when it's anybody else.

[ And What Uncles Could We Possibly Be Talking About? XD Yes, family are always the worst! ]

I am fine with it. I wish you both happiness.

[hellosirs]

[ Angus puffs up indignantly! He might be overreacting a bit, but it's because he's spent most of his detective career being underestimated and talked down to. Having to prove yourself to every patronizing adult, over and over and over, gets old fast. ]

I wouldn't be a liability! I'm the greatest detective in the world - my world, anyway - and I know some offensive magic, and I'm good at figuring things out!

[eyeofthetiger]

[ and Dean doesn't even notice the struggle because half of his boyhood fantasies are of women making out. Of course, he does lean back in his chair and grinned. He can't help himself. ]

Well maybe you should give her a call and invite her out for a drink. I can just as easily sit in the corner as sit here.

[ he winked ]

Of course, now you have to give me a name for this girl of the streets.

[ you know, so he can keep an eye out for her ]

[eyeofthetiger]

[ Dean raised an eyebrow ]

You mean of the permanent variety or some sick groundhog fight club version were we just keep repeating the same thing over and over again?

[ you know, like that Bill Murray movie? anyway, he shudders a little at the thought of what might be worse because he's seen and heard a few things thanks to his days of being a hunter. Sometimes, he really wished he could go back to being ignorant. At least then he wasn't constantly looking over his shoulder and he'd have his mom back. ]

[eyeofthetiger]

[ he blinked ]

Well, I guess you didn't get the fairy jackpot. [ he shrugged ] I'll definitely steer clear of the guy if he's got tattoos on his knuckles. That usually means trouble.

[ It's that or this Trafalgar guy is a hidden teddy bear dressed up in a lot of leather, spikes, and other biker gang paraphernalia. But he generally tried to avoid them unless he's got an escape plan and a few aces up his sleeve where they can't see 'em. ]

And she's not so bad as far as strategy goes. I have to give it up to Jo though; she always does her research. [ and knowing him for the better part of a year definitely counted as research. Then again, Dean wasn't exactly hard to figure out. ]

[notimpervious]

[There are probably people who would disagree. Brennan can think of a few.]

Yes. Just as harmless, and just as festive after it is over. Perhaps it will also include gifts.

[Your plants are cool. Her booze is good. Overall, not bad.]

[synthedick]

Nick's reply is equally dry, completely devoid of any humor as his eyes settle on the ground ahead of them.

"Yeah. Maybe a little too much."

And with that, he falls quiet, the only sound that of their own footsteps on the pavement and the party far behind them. Though he's made it through the last month relatively unscathed, save for some new singes in his synthetic skin, there's still clearly a lot on Nick's mind, a lot that he sets aside because there's always something to do -- people to help, fires to put out, gods to deal with, and anything else Hadriel throws at them. Though better than he was just after their stint in the fake world, when his mind was struggling to process what was real, what was fake, and what memories were even his, he's still got plenty of troubles he'll eventually have to deal with.

Unfortunately, it's getting him to deal with them rather than worrying about other people -- Rey especially -- that's the real trick.

[circumitus]

Rey shifts when she feels the weight of Maketh press against her, bringing an arm over the other woman's shoulder. Just in case she ends up being a little too tipsy and loses her balance. The warmth of her closeness is a nice one as well.

There is some comfort in Maketh's words, though. They're important to hear, that not everything she does is a waste of time.

"Hope so. Just want people to know that they don't always have to be victims to outside influence. That we aren't completely powerless."

She's just not always the nicest person saying it. But then, if not Rey, then who would?

[requiemshark]

[Ephemera shows his teeth.]

They knew why they died.

[CT and the others had been careful to keep at least some of them alive long enough to realize what they'd done and exactly how they'd be made to pay for it. The rest were collateral. No less guilty, but unable to comprehend the end result. But that was just how it went sometimes.

Ephemera shrugs, holding out his glass. He could use another shot.]

Dunno if you'd call it winning. They died, we lived a little longer. There was a bit of justice. Just how it goes.

[restinglichface]

[Well, better that he's wrapping his arms around her waist than around her throat. The softness of his tone reaches her ears and Lup slumps forward to make Drake carry all of her weight (which really wasn't much, but she so lives for the drama of it all). She hums, happy and pleasantly buzzed, her arms reaching back up around his neck again.]

Yeah, well...-- Oh, you mean Ephemera. [Not even a question. He's the only one she's danced with that she's shot. (Minus Kravitz, but somehow she doubts that her brother's boyfriend has another best friend in this place. Taako would be awfully jealous.] Well, duh. He adores me. He couldn't stay mad at me if he tried. I didn't realize you guys were buds.

[toiletseat_girl]

[so have half of George's, to be honest. she also likes guys, but girls are just. girls and this particular girl, she really likes]

I haven't seen her around the party. I guess she got lucky and missed out on the current god weirdness. Probably for the best, she hates the gods.

[she blushes!]

Sharon. Her name is Sharon.

[braveoff]

[ At least she's not upset. Drake takes her weight easily, dancing for both of them now. ]

You didn't, huh? That's surprising. We've talked about you.

[restinglichface]

[That's one way to get her attention. Lup pulls away and shoots him a grin.]

Oh shit. You both better not be talking trash about me behind my back. I'll kick both your asses.

[eyeofthetiger]

[ he clinks his glass up against hers ]

Well, I guess that's one silver lining. Anybody who has the sense to avoid the gods is probably in a much better place then I am.

[ he's a bit more confrontational by nature so. he's always gonna be in the thick of it. ]

Her last name ain't Stone, is it?

[ because if so, maybe he should warn her about that movie, Basic Instinct. Just to be safe. ]

[toiletseat_girl]

[she grins at him]

Yeah, I know. I have no fucking clue how I got into this mess. The party's nice, be the rest of it sucked.

[George tends to avoid conflict. and avoid much of everything]

No, da Silva. She is a blonde, though.

[George snuck-watched Basic Instinct when she was twelve]

[eyeofthetiger]

[ he raised an eyebrow ]

I didn't know you liked my ass that much. You should've said something; I could've sent you a picture.

[ look, he's only joking because the orchard is giving him some rather creepy vibes at the moment. He can't help it; he just feels like they're constantly being watched thanks to this game they're playing. Plus, the last time he was in an orchard he nearly got diced by a scarecrow. ]

[hellosirs]

[ Open physical affection is still this weird thing that Angus isn't quite used to, especially when it isn't accompanied by teasing / getting dunked on, and possible noogies from Magnus. He goes a bit red, and tries to hide how flustered that hair-ruffle makes him by pushing his glasses back up his nose and giving Taako a Disapproving Look that makes him look a bit like a tiny librarian who just caught someone sneaking food into the study area. ]

They're gonna wonder where their stuff went once they wake up, sir.

... Wait, did you actually pack juice boxes? Can I have one?

[knifecollecting]

Don't get a big head about it. [That's the last thing everyone needs.

The human voices off in the distance probably don't help either. Jo's gotten used to the mockingjays, but sometimes they still creep her out. Sometimes they make her miss Amos.]

What would I do with a picture anyway?

[eyeofthetiger]

You look at it. Isn't that what you usually do with pictures?

[ it'll be a completely chaste picture too. just him in a pair of jeans and nothing else. Totally legit. And mockingjays, gotcha. That definitely explains why he's still feeling a bit on edge. ]

[knifecollecting]

Sometimes I ignore them for the hell of it. [She rolls her eyes and laughs.]

Remind me to never send you a picture.