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

[lifetothefullest]

I have no idea. I guess it depends what they're made out of?

[He's just trying to think of how to make something more practical out of them than what they currently are.]

A bottle of scotch is a pretty good prize, especially if it's real, good scotch.

[Most of the stuff at the speakeasy is only sort of comparable to more familiar alcohol, and Lance is not a fan of much of it. He's also been avoiding the place entirely for awhile now, so he thinks a bottle of scotch is actually a pretty great prize.

But that said, he doesn't put away his new gun, and instead hands it to her carefully.]

I already have a gun, so there's no reason to carry a second. We can split the bullets.

[fliplizard]

[The voice on the other side of the room is quiet and timid... which is exactly what someone who was about to shoot Carey would want her to think. She continues the conversation without revealing herself.]

Alright, cool. We're on the same side here. How about on the count of three we step out of our aisles, hands in the air. I wanna see you an' make sure you don't pull anything.

[She absolutely does not plan to keep her hands in the air.]

[roseofthetyrells]

I suppose so. I've never actually met a pirate before, though.

[she's always well mannered. unless you're Cersei Lannister, Marg reserves the right to be rude to her]

Really? How long have most people been here?

Re: 29th

[so_dark_a_road]

[Ah yes, but Elvish fighters compensate for their height with extreme agility. XD

Curufn also has a sword slung at his back, since he never goes anywhere in Hadriel without it. It is for dealing with surprise appearances of tunnel creatures, not for using on other players. Paintball gun in his hands, he slinks through the spire cluster that contains Spire Two. He is not at all averse to direct confrontation, but this is paintball, so he concentrates on being sneaky.

But suddenly, here is a warrior -- Trafalgar Law, to be exact -- stepping into the open and challenging him. ]

I'll do for what? A game of cards on a Friday night? [ Grin. ]

[ He fires and then runs swiftly, low and light-footed and weaving as he goes, to the portico of Confusion's temple, where he darts behind one of the pillars. He waits to see if the challenger is going to come up against him or not. He'll start shooting the instant he sees Law approaching. ]

[64th]

Hmm. I've never shot a gun before. Unless you count the paintball guns. [ that's both exciting and nerve-wracking. it took her a little bit to get used to the paintball gun, and she imagines the real gun won't really be similar. ]

But maybe we won't actually need them.

[lifetothefullest]

I've only had reason to use mine here during new arrival day, at least so far.

[So he'll tentatively hope that they indeed won't need them for anything beyond that, and so if she stays out of the arena than she won't need it at all.]

But if you've never fired one it's definitely a good idea to practice first. Otherwise, you might be able to trade it for something more useful to you.

[You never know, here.]

[hot_mes]

I've heard some say more than a year, closer to two. More than a year is already daunting enough, to think of being here and going through this cycle so many times.

[he nods idly to the confines of the coliseum around them, where people and monsters appear like clockwork. Well, once like clockwork - if it happens again next month, he'll be certain.]

i. sharp shooter

[so_dark_a_road]

[ It is Curufin's nose that that paintball whizzes past. He jumps back, then crouches and runs to a tree of his own. He peers out from behind it, a smile on his face, looking quickly around for Lup's cover. He knows which direction the missile came from -- not to mention the cackle! -- and he thinks he can see where she is. ]

Sorry, I don't think I'll be surrendering anytime soon!

[ Pop! He sends off a paintball of his own, aiming for the tree he thinks she's behind. His sharp eyes are scanning for the slightest indication of a person behind it -- a flying lock of hair, a hand, a foot, a wisp of a sleeve, anything. ]

[hot_mes]

[yeah buddy this sure ain't cards...

Law easily dodges the first shot and gives his target a chance to set his course before following, gripping the gun tightly as he runs. It's so cumbersome and weighty, nothing at all like the fine balance of a sword, but the longer he holds it the harder it gets to let go.

He comes into the open and immediately jerks to one side to put some cover between him and potential fire. There are fewer people around now, he can sense each remaining individual easily and there's one dead ahead.]

[64th]

I guess I'll have to practice. I've already got knives and it seems like a gun goes a lot farther with the kid of trouble we have here. [ dude, haven't you heard that saying about bringing a knife to a gun fight? Cashmere's not gonna be stuck with the lesser weapon if she can help it. ]

Honestly, I can't believe they gave us guns. I hope that's not their way of preparing us for this whole Null thing.

the 29th -- as agreed -- last call for paintballers!

[so_dark_a_road]

[ Curufin is skulking around the city center, paintball gun gripped in his hands, looking for people to ambush. He has a smile on his face and his eyes glow darkly. He hears a step and shrinks against the side of someone's house, peering around the corner with quick darts of his head and eyes. He lifts the gun.

Unfortunately, he probably gives away his position with a snerk. ]

[lifetothefullest]

[For the first time since getting to Hadriel, Lance's trauma induced hyper-awareness has been actually helping instead of just making him twitchy and anxious; it's been serving him well during this event, and this particular encounter is no exception.

He's cognizant of his latest step being louder than intended, due to a loose rock, and so he's on guard enough to indeed notice Curufin's reaction to it; he immediately ducks around the nearest corner, taking a moment to fire blindly around it in Curufin's direction. He doesn't for a moment think he'll hit, but it's more to provide cover than anything else.]

[lifetothefullest]

That's how I feel about it, although it seems not everyone here agrees.

[He's maybe a little annoyed still about how many people told him to just use a knife or a sword instead. As far as the Null--]

Maybe, although if defeating the Null is as simple as using a firearm I don't think they'd be as big of a threat as they seem to be.

[He's a little more concerned about a related possibility.]

Unless the gods want us to have more weapons to use against each other, since some people are planning to side with the Null.

2b -- Tucker only

[so_dark_a_road]

[ Curufin is slinking alongside a dwelling in the city center, keeping to the darkest side of the house. This location has been a rich source of opponents, as everyone has to cross the city sometime, and a lot of people live here or shop here. He stands still and listens quietly, his sharp Elven ears picking up the smallest sounds. His eyes gleam in the shadows, with humor and with something a little darker and more mischievous.

But what's this? -- a sound from the roof? ]

[so_dark_a_road]

[ Of course Law dodged the first shot, but that was the intention -- it gave Curufin time to dart into cover. And now behind the heavy pillar of the god's temple, he spots Law springing to one side to find some cover of his own.

He leans sideways and quickly fires off another paintball. No matter if it splatters against a wall or another obstacle instead of into Law. It gives the Elf the arc and range. ]

[ Snicker! ]

Annabeth Chase | OTA

[yearrounder]

I. Sept 25-26
[If there's anything demigods are good at, it's competitions like this. And you know what else helps? An invisibility cap. So things like shooting at people from cover suddenly become really easy. At least Annabeth got to keep it when she showed up. This is probably the most use she's gotten out of it in a long time. And for something as ridiculous as paintball.

Of course, knowing how the place works, it's probably like Super Deadly Death Paintball. Makes dodging other peoples' shots a little more urgent. Helps too, when someone aims toward a sound or if she misses and they shoot back at where she was.

Practice, and all that. And she's never been that fond of guns.]


II. Party
[Oh, it's over? She was having fun. At least somebody seems to have known that and put a party at the end. Even if she's just slightly uncomfortable and standing off to one side, watching the rest of the guests and trying to figure out what exactly she's supposed to do. It's not like she's never been

[hot_mes]

[For the moment there's no fancy tricks, just dodging, but Law has his senses trained on that nice, strong life force behind the pillar. Gotta keep him in range, though he's sure Curufin isn't going to just run off on him. No, they're all focused on taking each other down, now.

Law rolls his shoulders out of the way and puts himself behind a corner, letting the wall catch the paint for him, and then decides to take this up a notch.]

Room!

[the aura swells to encompass the whole area, just long enough for Law to swap himself for a pebble on the edge of the portico - it takes him from too far away to right up close in one second. He's just suddenly there, on the other side of the pillar.]

[64th]

[ oh, good. it's always nice to have your unvoiced anxiety echoed by someone else. at that point, it's essentially become an actual theory. ]

I wondered about that too. People are a little tense about the Null thing... and the interrogation. So I'm not sure people will make the best decisions. And now a bunch of us have deadly weapons. Great.

three!

[hellosirs]

[ Angus screams right back and quickly backs away, holding up his hands in the universal gesture of surrender and 'look at how unarmed I am!'

(he actually managed to win at paintball and won a fancy pistol of all things, but that's beside the point!) ]

Sorry! Sorry, sorry, sorry! I don't-- what's wrong? Um... please stop screaming!

[lifetothefullest]

[Oh no, they're both thinking the same. Yeah, that's never a great sign when it's about something bad.]

If it's any consolation, most people here had deadly weapons beforehand.

[It's a very dry joke, because obviously that's no consolation at all.]

c

[unknowable]

[Sulking in a corner is not Adam's favorite thing to do at a party, but it's probably up there in the top five. He'd call it 'quietly recharging his energy away from forced interaction', but it would still be sulking.

He's carrying a small plate of food and looking for a quiet place to hole up for a little, away from the drinking and dancing and music. Unfortunately, the spot he's chosen seems to already be occupied.]

Oh... sorry. I thought there wasn't anyone here.

[hot_mes]

[Welcome to the sulking corner, there's room for more]

I don't take up much space. [lies, he's tall and gangly. But he picks up his half-empty plate and tankard to make some room for someone else to sit] By all means.

[64th]

That's a good point, I could have spent this whole time being generally afraid for my safety. How silly of me.

[ but not to worry, they have plenty of terror-filled moments ahead. ] At least these little sandwiches are good. And there's olives, which I like.

[lifetothefullest]

No, you definitely had the right idea in skipping out on that; it's not very fun.

[He's normally a little stressed out, but it's been pretty much nonstop here since he arrived. Still, he gives a small laugh at her looking on the bright side.]

I'm not really big on olives, but they have blueberries. I think I saw pizza too, but I haven't double-checked because I'm not sure I'd eat anything else if there really is pizza here.

[And he should get some variety while he has the opportunity.]

Angus McDonald / ota!

[hellosirs]

Paintball!
[ Angus wakes up to a paintball gun sitting on his pillow like a Candlenights present, and over the course of the next week, two things become very apparent:

1) Angus, while as polite and well-mannered as ever, has a competitive streak that rivals his adult coworkers (especially when that competitive streak is fueled by the gods).

2) Back home, Angus had a reputation as the World's Greatest Detective, and a legit career to back it up. He solved murder mysteries for a living and did consultation work for local militias, he even had experience participating in SWAT teams. He knows how to use ranged weaponry, how to sneak up on people, and how to quickly adapt to new situations.

Suffice to say, Angus McDonald, Boy Detective is a great shot, and he's really friggin' good at paintball. He's mostly acting as a sniper, casting Silence on himself and staying close to Lup and Taako as their secret weapon (an alliance had been formed early on!), but every now and then, he'll duck out by himself to raid one of the shops for supplies. He won't start anything with anyone who approaches him (and may even play up the 'I'm-just-a-little-boy' routine if it'll get him out of a scrape), but he won't stick around to get shot at, either! ]


Party!
[ Angus isn't much of a party animal. Surviving his first 'event' here was certainly worth celebrating, and he's glad that everybody's okay, but he wasn't expecting to win an actual gun at the end of this, WHAT THE HECK. Over the course of the night, he can be found either surreptitiously trying to find a garbage can to drop his prize into (and looking extremely guilty and nervous while he searches), or hanging out by the snack table, watching the rest of the party while munching down on some pretzels.

Much later, he can be found resting in one of the side rooms, because holy hell he is eleven years old and this is definitely past his self-enforced bedtime. ]

Wildcard!
[ Whatever you like! Angus is surviving the whole way through, hit me up on sonopants if you'd like to plot anything! ]