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

[dedikated]

( So, not enough to get him to leave. Shame. She might have to really shoot to kill right up here.

That's totally doable. )

That just a fancy way of sayin' charity? ( Kate... ) ... Could just team up, y'know.

( For a bit, at least. )

[dedikated]

Don't know him.

( Which shouldn't be surprising, you can't know everyone in the cave, even if it sometimes seems like Kate sure as hell tries to. )

Think her name's... Iri. Tryin' to avenge someone or summat.

( Sorry, Henry, but she's not sorry. )

[dedikated]

( Mister Glacius. That's oddly sweet. She's gonna save that for later chats with her boy. )

You help him?

( He asked, but this guy has said nothing about actually taking the offer. Kate's eyes are slightly narrowed - were you nice to Glacius, kid? - as she waits for the answer. )

[toiletseat_girl]

[it really is impossible. there are just too many people]

Never met 'er. And trying to avenge somebody? Fuck, if everyone held grudges for every thing that's been done to 'em around here, we'd have even more murders than we already do.

[dedikated]

... Fair.

( She still remembers the chaos of the city after Rage tried to make people kill each other. That was one hell of an introduction to what Hadriel was really like. )

Least no one really died this time.

too easy?

[dedikated]

Fuck no.

( That came out very quickly. )

Like it. Don't need to look ridiculous.

( Look at her with this hair colour, do you want it to be more yellow? No. No you don't that's a terrible idea. )

[circumitus]

Sensing Maketh's ease, Rey's fingers curl, gently rubbing Maketh's arm. She finds it to be a soothing gesture at times, and tingly when she herself is drunk. Which she isn't right now.

"I haven't really been in the mood, but it can't hurt to... procure whatever's here. For later. Will be nice to have some spare liquor around that I didn't have to make myself."

[notimpervious]

[Put like that, she can see why there are those who hate them. Still, she must explore more possibilities.]

I have heard that we are very different from their prior hosts. I imagine this makes us something of a burden to them despite the sustenance they get from us.

[sciencelizard]

Are you sure you didn't just, uh, drink t-too much? Delight makes the drinks, uh, really strong.

[She reaches out to try and help steady him again, even if she's much smaller than he is and probably not much bigger than a walking cane to him.]

And, uhm, okay, the event w-wasn't the best, but they didn't kill us... and they could've, so. It wasn't... awful?

[lifetothefullest]

That's probably for the best. It's not like danger can't find us anyway, even when trying to avoid it.

[He's curious still--very curious, especially since the bullet thing is a general problem in this place--but as promised he won't ask any further. Besides, he's happy to focus on the chocolate, brightening noticeably at the sight of the box; seeing how large it is helps alleviate any lingering sense of guilt over accepting the offer, too.

He isn't super picky--he isn't about food in general, let alone chocolate--and so selects two pretty quickly, setting them on his plate in a place of honor next to the muffin.]

Thanks. I'm actually kind of scared by how long it's been since I've had chocolate.

[He makes a face to go with it; he hadn't actually thought about this fact until now, but it's been something like six months.]

[pocketspa]

[He tilts his head back towards Angus, hand still in this passed out yutz' pocket.]

Yeah, but they won't be able to prove it's us, so it's free.

[Besides, he won't take anything important. Just knick knacks, coins, anything he really likes. He's distracted by their requests, though, and grins, turning with something that totally looks like a juice box in his hand.]

Oh, natch. Come get it, little man.

[Unfortunately for Angus, its just Minor Illusion. If someone tries to take it from him, their hand will just go right through it.]

[lifetothefullest]

[Mission accomplished; he is genuinely interested, although he's more just pleased by how enthusiastic Atem is about his explanations. Lance follows along as much as possible, reading each card that Atem shows him, and considers the question for a moment.]

There are a lot of different cards in total? So people can make completely different types of decks depending on their particular favorite strategies?

[puzzlingly]

Yep, there are many different ways to build a deck. I particularly trust these ones, but there are far too many, I don't even think I know them all.

「Even if he wanted to.」

[fliplizard]

Hell yeah they are!

[When he arrives, Carey's just finished her masterpiece. She blows on the firing end of the gun as one would a real gun with smoke wafting out of it. ... It looks cool.]

Wait—are you telling me you haven't tried shooting it yet? You gotta try it, Mags. You gotta.

[fliplizard]

[Holy shit, dude. She hadn't expected him to come out on the offense like that. Malkus is just full of surprises, isn't he.]

That's... an idea.

[She's not sure how much she wants to encourage this line of talk while he's still drunk. But... maybe later when he's sober they can hash this out. He brings up a very valid point.]

I'll certainly keep that thought in mind, my dude. I'd love to talk to you about that, but maybe not at this party, yeah? Why don't we have some fun?

[utulien_aure]

He was as red as his hair, whatever you all said must have been quite amusing. And I'm glad that's one of their better qualities. If strangers had started chiming in Maitimo would probably have just sank into the floor.

[You mean Uncle Ara never struck you as a stickler for the letter of the Laws and Customs? snort]

Thank you, Curufinwe.

[Laughing] You know, it's strange. In some ways, it feels like everything's changed. But at the same time, nothing has. We're still what we've always been.

...I'm not sure that made much sense, actually, but there it is.

[unknowable]

Pirates aren't the only source of adventure in the world. I'm pretty boring, though.

[From his own perspective, compared to a pirate.]

I just go to school and - I guess - take care of the ley line. Other people do more exciting things.

[hot_mes]

The what?

[it sounds vaguely like something...fairy-tale-ish maybe. Nothing in Law's direct experiences]

[survivorsguilt]

[Oof, that raises her shackles. Ellie bristles defensively, and grits her teeth.]

They're- they're fine! Geez. It's just a game.

[But she hardly sounds convinced now that she's saying it out loud. The competitive fire in her burns stronger, as if trying to clear the words away, and it's hard not to be swayed by it.]

[survivorsguilt]

[Ellie apologises as they go, but through her laughter, it never sounds too sincere. Hopefully nobody minds too much.

She clings to Lup's hand like a lifeline; even with alcohol in her system, she'd feel lost without a partner. Spinning is easy enough, especially in sneakers, but her backpack catches and bumps against Lup as she goes, and Ellie calls out a noisy apology and raises her other hand to cover a grin.

There won't be any grace in this dance.]

[survivorsguilt]

That's right. Give in, Rey. Give in.

Ellie blinks at her and pulls a face that seems to suggest Rey might maybe-possibly-perhaps be a moron.

"Uh, so take some??? Geez, c'mon! What, do you not like sweets or something?" As she speaks, she stretches her shirt out even further.

[mismanagement]

"That is a very good plan," Maketh murmurs, settling against Rey. She can have this, can't she? Just for a moment. "You think ahead. We all ought to."

[sciencelizard]

[Oh. She can see the terminology crashing immediately, clasping her hands and shrinking back a little. She had just thought-- maybe someone else from home. Maybe someone else who understood. She averts her eyes a little, suddenly embarassed.]

N-No, I mean yes, its the name of my, uhm... my race. I thought, uh-- I mean, you don't see a lot of nonhumans here.

[Just a dumb guess.]

Sorry. I didn't mean to offend you.

[circumitus]

Rey scoffs.

"Yes, well. I sort of have to. There aren't that many people around who could drag my drunk ass out of here."

[pocketspa]

[Taako just. Shakes his head, like Harlan is an idiot, making a little 'tsk tsk' noise.]

I had an eleven year old sniping dudes concealed in a tree. Like I said. Step up. Your game.