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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► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If you fall and break your neck or something because you can't die in paintball, please let us know here.

Comments

[occupiesvitalregions]

[Miss, miss, miss. All the paintballs go stray or he dodges them all. He starts walking slowly over to where she's hiding, gun still aimed at her.]

Come out with your hands up! Or don't. I think yer done for either way!

[farmboyjedi]

Luke nodded. "I really don't like the things that they seem to want to let happen here. It's not right." he agreed.

[toiletseat_girl]

Screw you!

[there's nothing else she can get under, so she's largely cornered]

[anoshe]

I'm familiar with the game.

[Or at least, he's pretty sure he is, as long as the rules are similar - but how many variants on 'Never Have I Ever' could there possibly be?]

I can't say I'm good at it, but it'll be fun.

[pocketspa]

Yeah, liches. Like, evil ones. Why does no one else ever get that?

[Seriously. Do people really think they're gods? Bullshit.

He does look at the purple thing though, shrugs, and pours a bit into a glass before downing it.]

Good news: tastes like wine. Bad news: totally cooking wine.

[He frowns back towards the container, as if its offended him greatly, which it has.]

[pocketspa]

He arches an eyebrow at her, looking between her and the jukebox before a grin spreads across his face.

"Why didn't you say it was a matter of taking shit from the gods at the, uh, beginning of this? That's easy as hell, my dude. Is it a weight problem? 'Cause I totally have a fix for that."

Do you trust him, Rey?

You probably shouldn't.

[unknowable]

[He laughs, quick and quiet.]

That sounds right. If you look around enough, you can find things that are okay, but it takes time.

[evocation]

Awesome. Okay, uh...

[Kyna holds out her glass for him to fill as she thinks, tilting her head slightly as she does.]

Never have I ever... worn a crown?

[That's a lame one, but they're just getting started, so she gives herself a pass.]

[sciencelizard]

[She shrieks just a little when the gun gets brandished, but it quickly becomes laughter, albiet nervous as she blushes at Ellie's compliment.]

Well, uh, i-it's a good outfit, right? More than I, uh, expected to get.

[Honestly, she's not even sad about losing if that would've been her prize. She has nooo interest in having a gun.]

[toiletseat_girl]

And patience. Which I don't have. Good thing I'm not exactly the girly-girl fashion-obsessed type?

[anoshe]

It's beautiful. You ought to see it - Arnes is brimming with magic, and the people are happy. My father has always been a good king.

Why can't you return to yours?

[roseofthetyrells]

That sounds wonderful. Quite different from Westeros.

I can't go back because I died. Then, I woke up here.

[glacius]

Carlisle might be agonizingly aware of each day that has passed, his distraught, panic-stricken mind damnably aware of every hour, every minute that his partner does not awaken--but for Glacius, it is much the opposite. He's been rendered nearly comatose for the duration of this nasty little game, and when he finally awakens again he feels as if he is drifting through an endless black haze, his mind struggling to restart itself after being forcibly shut down for so long. He has no idea what has happened, where he is, or how long he has been there; all he really has the faculties to at first is cast out for his primary source of comfort when things go wrong.

Carlisle... Carlisle...

The pings start out aimless, less direct--subconscious, nearly. It takes the otherworldly being a moment or two, but his last few moments of consciousness gradually begin filtering back into his mind, and that's enough to dispel the lingering confusion and disorientation. When he reaches out next, there is much more intent to his call, memory and desire driving him towards his partner's soul.

... Carlisle!

The alien scrambles upright in the dirt he's been unceremoniously deposited on, scrubbing his face as he tries to figure out what's going on. Where is he? Where is his partner, for that matter?! How long has he been pulled apart from the clergyman? What if something has happened to him? Glacius immediately redoubles his effort, hoping that Carlisle will be able to detect these metaphysical pings despite how relatively recently he was gifted with the Mote.

Carlisle, can you hear me? Are you alright? I-- the guns, the gods, they... they wanted me to hurt you. I couldn't do it, but I didn't mean for this to happen, either.

[tongueamok]

There's silence for a several seconds, no answer for Glacius' metaphysical signals. Perhaps it's because Carlisle has drunk himself into a stupor, or perhaps he's asleep. Perhaps he's been knocked unconscious himself, having fallen to the gods' game at the hands of someone else's gun. It could be a number of things, but the truth is, thankfully, more benign.

Carlisle stirs from his spot on the floor of his cabin in the garden, his glasses askew, hair as frazzled as the rest of him. The past several days have been some of the most turbulent he's ever experienced, his mind turning on him more and more with every passing second -- with no one there to pull him from the edge, he's let himself be swept away by self-degradation and disgust. Why hadn't he been able to awaken Glacius? Just when he'd thought he might be a worthy partner after all, he failed his alien friend -- and for said failure, had Glacius taken from him. Though he could still feel his partner through the Mote, he couldn't find him within the city. He was gone.

Just as it should be for a twice-cursed.

And that thought just about destroyed Carlisle Longinmouth. He has a man who had failed to die, failed his family, failed his goddess -- and now, he'd failed the one person he cared for more than any other. What did he have left?

Liquor, for one. Without Glacius at the apartment, Carlisle couldn't bear to stay among, and so he'd taken some of his plants and the rabbit to the cabin, stopping along the way to pick up a bottle of something potent enough to drown out his misery. It would be so much more effective than tea, he told himself. He'd be welcoming back an old friend who had gotten him through a lot of dark times.

But he couldn't bring himself to do it. He'd spent nights writing, meditating, ranting and raving among the trappings of a life they'd been building together, but Carlisle hadn't yet succumbed to temptation. He had, however, given into exhaustion a time or two, hence his position on the floor when something from the back of his mind rouses him. For just a second, he'd thought he'd heard Glacius -- the alien's voice isn't clear, and it's likely a delusion, he tells himself. That's what happens in the panic-ridden mind of a desperate man. He remembers seeing figures when his father died, shadows where his uncles used to linger when they vanished into the night.

It's when Carlisle hears Glacius' voice again, clearer now, that he wonders if he truly is going mad. He pulls himself off the floor, pawing at his eyes -- they burn, so dry from his sobbing. Another reason for disdain he will apply later.

He doesn't know how to answer, aside from aloud. "G... Glacius?"

[survivorsguilt]

[She grins back brightly at him, all teeth and buzzing, flushed energy. Like a kid on Christmas.]

Sure did. Makes all that hiding and running and planning feel worth it, huh?

[so_dark_a_road]

[ She has a grin that he finds irresistible. It's rather like having a younger cousin. One who is old enough to look after herself but young enough to benefit from the friendship of those who are older than she is. ]

Absolutely. Not everyone would agree with us, but I find I can't be sorry about participating.

[so_dark_a_road]

[ Yes, damn the noise! Even an Elf can't get around on this sort of roof without sounding like a herd of elephants.

Though he would certainly agree with Tucker on the value of a strategic retreat. He's done it himself a few times in the last few days.

And wouldn't you know it, the moment he arrives at Tucker's hiding place, the guy zips around and makes a dash for it. Curufin considers running after him, and then decides to try something different. He stays behind Tucker's last outcropping and calls out. ]

Hey. . . I've been considering our situation. Maybe you're right, and we should team up instead of wasting our time trying to outthink and outrun each other. We're evenly matched and aren't going to get anywhere this way. Either that or just go our separate ways.

[ He listens. Did Tucker just abscond, or is he still in earshot? ]

[therewillbeorder]

I'm sure the gods are entertained at the least.

[He snorted with annoyance. He was getting tired of the manipulations, he was exhausted of it all.]

[ghostlocked]

[...Huh.]

What kind of surgery do you do? I got the impression you were from the past. Or some backwoods place with no tech, anyway.

[He doesn't mean it to be offensive, but...]

[ghostlocked]

Nice. Don't freak out.

[He doesn't actually need to touch Delmar for this, but he reaches for the other man's sleeve anyway. Teleporting for the first time is always disorienting, and it'll probably be way worse since Delmar doesn't have magic in his world. Once he's got a firm grasp on Delmar's shirt, Harlan Dimension Doors them to the coliseum entrance. He could go farther, but he's not entirely convinced that they're allowed to leave yet and he doesn't want to accidentally hurt his buddy. HH has teleported himself into solid rock more than once, and it's a bad time.

As far as Delmar's aware, there's a slight tingling sensation as Harlan latches onto his sleeve, and then it's like his body evaporates into fog for a split second, and then they're standing on the other side of the room. Easy peasy. Harlan lets go.]

Abracadabra. [He shoots Delmar some finger guns.]

[so_dark_a_road]

And considering how red his hair is, that's saying a lot! [ Smile. ]

[ Well, we make an exception for Uncle Finarfin. XD ]

[ Curufin laughs with him. ] Actually, you're making a lot of sense.

[sheathes]

[ Eyebrow raise. ] That would be unwise to attempt.

[ Read: she'd kick his ass. ]

Indeed, it is likely that I was born many centuries before you. My knowledge of the modern day is only general. [ And the Grail only covered the essentials. ] Is this Superman some sort of powerful warrior?

[hasadoctorsnote]

[Nico fixes her with a 'are you for real?' skeptical look.] Have you checked on any of them? Taken their pulse? Checked their breathing? It's all slowed so much it's almost completely stopped. People aren't just naturally like that, and they don't just disappear into thin air either. If they're all still fine, why is no one who's disappeared back yet or contacted us?

[so_dark_a_road]

"That's the understatement of the year!" Curufin observes, with a wry chuckle.

It isn't far to the Clinic, and soon they are pulling up in front of it. Curufin hops out, runs around to the ambulance compartment door and pulls it open. "Once we get these people inside, I suppose we could keep driving around and see if we can find anybody else who needs a lift?" (Pun intended.)

[so_dark_a_road]

[ He rolls his eyes and nods. He hasn't been here as long as Kate has, but he remembers the MAD event in December. He also remembers the havoc the Doubles wreaked on the Hadrielites, and later on, the ghosts. And how he waited in Hope's temple for Yukari to return to life. And he's quite sure there are deaths he doesn't even know about that could be laid at the gods' door. ]

Thank goodness for small favors.