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

[hotspurred]

[Henry raises his eyebrows.]

You hardly look so lamentable as that, Kate. Though... why not request of the gods a lasting change of colour?

[glacius]

Glacius curls his arms around Carlisle when the clergyman folds against him, flopping back the other way so that he effectively pulls the human over and on top of himself when he moves--and from there, he pulls his legs up and curls protectively around his partner. The alien strokes the human's face again, keeping his own head lowered so that there's not much space between theirs.

"But you only considered it, am I correct?" Glacius asks gently, offering his partner a reassuring smile. "Carlisle, I don't think I can state enough what a huge step forward that is. I know it took a lot of strength. It is so easy to do what is familiar, especially in times of duress... that you would hold to your promise to me shows not only loyalty and care, but great resolve as well. I am proud to see how you are growing, even though the universe has never stopped slinging hardships at you."

[anoshe]

[He pours her glass, then his own, frowning a bit as he does so.]

Going for the easy shots, are we? Two can play that game.

[He drinks, because well - of course he's worn a crown. There's one sitting on his bedside table right now, since he still had it on when he arrived.]

Never have I ever cast a spell.

[requiemshark]

That's me. And no problem. I'm helpful like that.

[farmboyjedi]

"Yeah, it probably is" he agrees.

They'ere at the clinic quickly, and Luke nods as he helps unload the patients.

"That's probably best." he replies. "I have a feeling there are more."

[imhisaunt]

Wh-

[Delmar had opened his mouth to ask 'Why would I freak out?' but sound barely got to leave his throat before his own body is GONE?!?!?! and then it has reappeared on the entire opposite end of the coliseum. For a long moment he is left staring unblinkingly forward, teddy bear clutched in a vice grip against his chest.]

[imhisaunt]

I'm not sure how good I am at protecting things. I wasn't any good helping the two of you this time, was I?

[If he can't protect his friends then really what is the point?]

[tongueamok]

Despite the praise Glacius offers him, Carlisle feels only a minute sense of satisfaction in his accomplishment. He has been inundated in intense despair for a matter of days, and having finally found solace in Glacius' arms, grows increasingly numb in his emotional exhaustion.

"I don't feel resolve," he utters, his confession nearly lost as he curls against his partner. "I feel like I still want a drink. I feel tired, frustrated with my ineptitude. I feel unable to accept your kindness, as I see not the strength you so insist I have. I'd... I'd rather not feel anything at all, even if only for a moment."

Except his partner, perhaps. He places a hand along Glacius' chest, his touch tentative, as though the alien might vanish beneath his fingertips.

[unknowable]

I'd feel bad for anyone who was. Except I guess there's that sewing shop someone set up.

[He vaguely remembers hearing about that.]

I don't know if anyone's still doing it, though.

[toiletseat_girl]

I saw that someone made a video about reopening it. I didn't ask for anything, though, 'cause all I wear is jeans and tshirts. I figured that would be a little dumb to ask for.

[glacius]

Glacius sighs, trying his very best not to be frustrated; he knows it isn't Carlisle's fault that his body and mind are working like this, that it's his addiction fighting him every step of the way throughout his recovery. "It will get easier," the alien murmurs, though he might be drawing from guesswork given that he's never had to recover from substance abuse. "And whether or not you feel it, resisting these sorts of temptations does take resolve and strength."

The otherworldly being pauses, then places a hand over Carlisle's--a sign of solidarity as much as it is a confirmation that yes, he's here, and he's not going anywhere. "Try not to sell yourself short... you are dong well, my partner."

[tongueamok]

Carlisle scoffs, his nose wrinkling. "I am doing well now, safe within your embrace, but you did not see me a day ago, a night ago -- even just an hour before this moment."

Not that that's Glacius' fault, but it is the truth of the matter. He's grateful in a way that his partner didn't have to witness him falling apart as he left the apartment, wasn't privy to his desperate prayers and destructive tantrums. He doesn't need liquor to feel a fire in his blood.

"Even now," he continues, softer as he presses his forehead to Glacius' hand, "I wonder if the desire I feel gnawing at my gut is from your absence, or but another way to hide myself from my concerns."

I'm so late to get to these I'm sorry!

[demonsional]

Really...?

[He asks as if he's never made himself sick from sweets before. Selective memory. At least Delmar's question doesn't have him jumping around screaming too much. Delmar is too nice to be afraid of!]

But how can the things that taste the best make me feel not the best?

[glacius]

"We all have moments of difficulty, of weakness or despair," Glacius replies, "After all, you have seen mine time and time again--after Emily, after Kate--and did not judge me for them. No one can be strong all of the time, Carlisle, there is no shame in struggling. There is no shame in needing the support of another. None of this makes you any lesser."

The ice alien lets Carlisle rest against his hand, sweeping one big thumb over him reassuringly, though he stills in surprise when the clergyman lets that admittance slip. He'd been so focused on providing emotional comfort that the more physical aspects hadn't even occurred to him... but he isn't displeased.

"It could be both--and there is no shame in the latter, either. I can understand wanting some respite... and I can certainly understand wanting to be as close as we possibly can after days of absence," Glacius purrs. "I might have been unconscious for most of it, but I can still feel that longing... and if this is how I can make up for all of that, then I will do so gladly."

[tongueamok]

Carlisle looks to Glacius and tries to meet his gaze, his own eyes still red; the glow in them has faded for the moment, barely perceptible behind the glass of his spectacles. A part of him is embarrassed to seek such physical comforts, ashamed that he often finds more respite there than he does in even prayer. He doesn't need such earthly pleasures, he tells himself. Just his goddess and a drink to quiet his thoughts. He doesn't deserve such commodities as it is.

But in a way, that makes Carlisle want them more. They are forbidden because he is not worthy, and yet Glacius makes him feel otherwise when he'd rather feel nothing at all. It is with Glacius that he feels needed, and is truly alive. Perhaps that is one reason the alien's absence shattered him so: he'd been deprived of what life he'd found, what life sustained him. For a man straddling the line between life and death with his very existence, it was too much for his ill body to bear.

Well, Carlisle has Glacius now. He should cherish that life while he can. Time moves ever forward, after all.

"Take me from here, Glacius," Carlisle pleads, his voice barely above a whisper. He pulls himself to meet the icy warrior's forehead with his own, one hand still resting on his broad chest.

[dedikated]

( The last time people tried that... Kate can remember Bianca being dragged into the clinic, enjoying her victory over Mello far too much for someone who was shot in the process. She pinches the bridge of her nose at the memory. Things don't seem as hectic as they were then, maybe spurred on by the fact that so many people have been here so long, becoming so disillusioned and jaded about everything. Why bother with revenge killing if that person is just going to come back to life? )

'Stead people'll just wait 'em out until th' next time Rage decides she's hungry.

( This revenge was mostly harmless, but Rage once decided to make people kill each other for her power, so- )

[toiletseat_girl]

[it would make revenge by killing a much less appealing prospect. better to keep them alive and make their life miserable in other ways]

Yeah, well, I hope it's not anytime soon. This shit should have her nice and full.

[...that sounds unpleasant]

[restinglichface]

Cocky too. [But by her smile, it's clear Lup doesn't mind. She's absolutely the same.]

Sooo, need another drink or can we cut a rug now?

[requiemshark]

Guilty as charged.

[But it works for him.]

Hnn. Sure. But I'll hold you wholly responsible if I step on your feet.

[glacius]

To that, Glacius only lets out a pleased--and most certainly heated--rumble, wasting no more time. Carlisle has had to endure despair and suffering for days, and if this is his opportunity to soothe that over and make it up to his partner, then the alien is all too pleased to do so. If release his what the clergyman desires, then it is release he will get--so thoroughly that he cannot think at all, let alone think of what he's had to endure in his partner's absence.

No more absence; now is the time for closeness, and the bulky alien moves to pursue that immediately. He snakes one powerful arm underneath Carlisle and uses that to roll the human over onto his front, the soft padding of the furs providing him plenty of cushioning to lay in. From there, the clergyman will feel the alien's hands embracing him eagerly; one slips its fingers under his various layers to caress his scars, and the other supports the human's chin so that his alien can graze the length of his neck with his mandible. As soon as he's in place, his front settled over his partner's back, Glacius emits a fierce bout of purring--apparently he has missed this as much as Carlisle.

[anoshe]

I'm sorry to hear that. Death is not an easy thing to cope with, and I imagine you have no chance of returning to life when you go back.

[hellosirs]

I... I guess you have a point... it'd be handy if I ran out of spell slots, and I don't have my mini-crossbow with me anymore...

And yes, seriously, I am a very good detective.

[roseofthetyrells]

No, I don't. The world has moved on without me, though I hate the thought of staying here forever.

[tongueamok]

The thunderous purr rumbles through Glacius and into Carlisle, rolling up his spine from their points of contact; the clergyman gasps quietly his partner drags his mandible along his neck, the pale flesh there leaving a red trail as the tine presses into it. As the alien caresses his scars with one hand, Carlisle's own sinks into the furs beneath him, searching for purchase as he closes his eyes and tries to lose himself in sensation. It is a more pragmatic use of making love than Carlisle is sure Glacius would like, but—

Desth, he cannot ever admit aloud how much he missed this, lest the false gods -- or his goddess -- hear him and vow to take such pleasures away. He leans into Glacius, keeping his thoughts to himself; however, his body speaks for him. One hand remains on the furs for support as the other joins Glacius at his abdomen, helping guide his movements.

Though he doesn't know exactly how to use it -- certainly not for communication -- Carlisle can feel the Mote thrum within him, his energies riled along with the rest of his physical frame. There is that desire to be together, that need he has so much trouble putting into words: he feels them so strongly that he doesn't know if such urgent wants belong to himself or his partner.

What he does know is that he must allow them to devour him; he cannot sate them any other way.

[glacius]

Another gust of purring emanates from Glacius' core and rips through Carlisle when the alien feels the human's hand over his own, guiding him, wordlessly urging him to continue. That alone would be encouraging enough but then, then he feels it--the thrumming of the link between them as the clergyman's energies surge and course through their metaphysical Bond, meeting his own. Carlisle might not be experienced enough to discern where his desires end and the alien's begin, but the truth is inherent in the beauty of the Bond they share: here in the Mote there is no beginning, no end. Their is only union, a joining of souls so thorough they can feel and feed on each other's love and pleasure.

Playing to those raging desires, Glacius massages and fondles at those scars more intently before slipping his hand lower, curling it between his partner's legs--tucking his partner back against his own body more thoroughly and providing him more friction to work with at the same time. He loves holding Carlisle--in his hand, against himself-- as their desire mounts, and the only time he pulls his mandible away from the clergyman's neck is to switch to the other side so he doesn't scratch one long strip of muscle up too thoroughly. His partner wants to lose himself to this, and the otherworldly being is more than happy to help him along the way however he can, letting the trembling and rocking of the human's body and the sounds of his voice guide him.