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
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► 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

[restinglichface]

[Lup snatches his empty glass, to drop both down on the bar, before she reaches for his hand instead. Even if he's agreed to this, Lup gives the man a playful tug to follow her.]

Not a chance, buddy. You step on my feet, I'm casting Levitate on you.

[tongueamok]

Another gasp escapes Carlisle, heavier this time as the chill of Glacius' armor contrasts sharply with the heat welling in him. His fingers curl into the fur beneath him, grabbing a handful of fibers as his other hand goes to the neck of his sweater, pulling desperately at the zipper that runs down the front of it. It allows his skin to breathe as he sucks in a breath -- sharper now -- his body quivering as Glacius' hand at his loins draws a shudder from deep within him.

But it's not just carnal desire he feels: there is something else there, what Carlisle recognizes belatedly as Glacius' affection for him, felt through the Mote he now bears. His body, still worn from being so restless in Glacius' absence, pulls upon it immediately, reflexively: he feels energy flooding him as though he were grasping the Mote itself, but now it radiates from within... and all around him, in tandem with his lover beside him.

Carlisle wants more -- he wants to be closer, no matter how impossible it may seem. Releasing the fur gripped between his fingers, he leans upward and into Glacius, one hand on the alien's pawing at him, the other reaching for Glacius' side, trying to find somewhere to rest as his frame shakes, giving in more and more to the lustful rhythm between them.

"I- hn." He licks his lips and tries again. "I feel you, even- even without the Mote present. Is that- is that how this is supposed to hhh be?"

[utulien_aure]

That's good to hear. It does feel a bit odd, as though I've been missing something obvious this whole time. [A fond, self-depreciating smile] Still, I expect I'll get over it quickly enough.

[demonsional]

Nobody taught me anything! [It's true.] And I'm not stealing anything! [Definitely not true.] I don't know what you mean!

[He looks sheepishly at Tucker, overloaded with sweets.]

I have a space?

[glacius]

"Yes... yes!" Glacius replies, his voice a little louder than it needs to be the second time around due to delight. It's not just physical pleasure he's reveling in, though the feeling of Carlisle pushing back against him and clutching at him as his body and hands quaver is absolutely divine. He's overjoyed to feel his partner's energies reaching out to his, but moreover that the clergyman can understand this aspect of the Bond so readily.

The alien laughs breathily, his own voice wavering now as he fights for words in the middle of what is quickly rising up to become a moan. "The Mote is... always present, Carlisle, even if it is n-not manifested. You and I... we are joined. There is a comfort and a pleasure in that, is there not? I have always hoped that I could share... exactly how it is that I feel about you."

[tongueamok]

Carlisle chuckles quietly. "M- mostly pleasure at the -- ah -- at the moment."

He will have to save any further quips for another time, his voice steadily breathier as he closes his eyes and tries to focus not just on the physical sensations between them, but the metaphysical ones, as well. The energy churning through him is on the rise, but it is more akin to the relaxing waters of a hot bath than the frigid temperatures he usually associates with Glacius; however, he assumes that may be the heat welling in his body, boiling in his abdomen and beyond, that is coloring his perception. Though it stings as it runs along the scars on his arms, he makes no move to stop it from reaching out for Glacius, the current drawn toward the alien's own pathways on its own much like the energy in a glyph completing its circuit.

What he feels is, perhaps, akin to a glyph activating, as well. There's that slight searing behind his eyelids, the electric tingle of power at his fingertips as vitality surges through him. Carlisle leans his head back against his partner, his mouth agape as he struggles for air; the incredible sensation threatens to pull him under, but he manages to stay afloat for now, albeit with a quiet moan of Glacius' name.

It isn't just what they do that brings him respite, Carlisle realizes; it is who he does it with. He cannot find such comfort with anyone but Glacius, would want no other being but his partner to caress his body in such a way. They are both so intensely private as individuals, but revel in one another's company. They have seen each other's weaknesses; they have seen each other's successes. Though seeking refuge in carnal desires, it is not the mere desperation to keep each other, but the love between them that gives them strength.

"Desth," he swears under his breath. "My- my heart feels as though it might explode."

He doesn't know if that's normal either, but he doesn't want to stop and ask.

[unknowable]

[That makes him smile.]

I would have said something similar myself. But magic is natural, too.

[hasitsthorns]

Dude, I've been through, like, three years of this nonsense. I've definitely forgotten my own pop culture. I'm sure I've picked up some other world's lingo in my time, actually...

[ She still had a handful of Jesse's clothes. She still wore his style from time to time. Though his scent had long since faded off of them... At least Hadriel hadn't taken that comfort away from her after all this time. ]

[requiemshark]

[She tugs and he follows easily, grinning.]

Promises, Lup. Think you're gonna have to show me that one anyway.

[hot_mes]

Is it?

[if he can science magic, boy, that'd just blow his mind]

I suppose that's one benefit of worlds colliding. Being able to learn about alternate theories and processes...

[mismanagement]

Maketh leans up a little, expecting something, and pouts when it doesn't come. "You are a horrible tease."

[sciencelizard]

[For Alphys, having been here nearly a year, this event hadn't even registered for her on the scale of things they had done to hurt her in the past. Nothing's really going to top the doubles event, honestly. Any event where no one dies, no one's secrets are exposed to the world-- it's a good one in her book.

She sees him going for another and just. Scoots a glass of water into his hand instead.]

I've been, uhm, trying to study it f-for a long time. But Sorrow doesn't let anyone near it. Marian and I have been collecting data for, uhm, months, but its hard to make heads or tails of, uhm, a-any of it.

[circumitus]

She barks a laugh, bringing her fingers through Maketh's hair.

"Don't know what you're talking about."

[restinglichface]

[With Alphys' permission, Lup gives the other woman's hand another squeeze before moving her arm up and guiding her into a quick, tight spin. It's not too extravagant or speedy and the elf attempts to guide Alphys so her tail doesn't swipe Lup in the legs, but it ends up looking adorable. Adorable enough that Lup loops Alphys around in three short spins before her free hand grabs at the woman's shoulder, stopping her gently as she laughs. If Alphys was a little taller, Lup would have wrapped a hand around her waist instead, but unless she wants to get levitated, the shoulder was going to have to do.

There's just no keeping the delight off of Lup's pink-cheeked face.] You make that outfit work, Alphy.

[restinglichface]

[Angus, you need to get on the stealing is cool train with the twins. It'll make you way cooler.]

It's the way of the world, little man. Steal or be... be stolen. Hm, I'll workshop it later. Either way, the point is they're all gonna be so dang grateful they woke up at all, they won't even notice. Not like anything really holds any value here. Everything's free.

[To prove her point, Lup bends down to swipe the baseball cap off of the poor sucker's head, immediately placing it backwards on her own.] Hell yeah, look at me. I'm so into this rando sports team now.

[dedikated]

... What's a lich?

( Maybe that's why. She doesn't believe in gods, uses the word entirely because it's far shorter than "the weird freaky glowclouds which feed off their emotions" or the like, but

what is a Lich? The word is entirely alien to her. Maybe that's why no one gets it. But for now, Kate's looking at the bottles and picking something else up, inhaling the scent of something that's a magenta colour. )

... This?

( It smells fruity, at least. )

[dedikated]

( Far too many. That's the nature of this city - always taking something, someone, for the sake of the gods' energy. It's easy to become disillusioned about the whole thing, too jaded to care about the sanctity of life or really feel the pain of loss when you know your friends will come back soon enough. Have to, because the gods need them too much.

She's heard too much about too many people dying here, before and after she arrived. She's caused deaths and died herself. Eventually, it's just easier to take the revivals for granted, like they're nothing more than an extended hospital stay.

Kate snorts at Curufin's words, twisting her body in time to the music before she responds; )

Aye. Smallest.

( Nothing more than a small coma, this time. )

[mismanagement]

Maketh huffs at her, though she tips her head against Rey's hand. It feels nice. Comforting. "I think you do."

[ghostlocked]

I, uh, didn't have much chance to play. Hayden took me out on accident as I was teaching him how to use the gun. [Safely. His lessons went over well, obviously.] If I had, then maybe? The paintballs knocking people out sounds like it would take away from the excitement just a little.

[He's glad he didn't have to experience that panic, at least.]

Shit. I've got this bag at home that has infinite storage, but it didn't show up here with me.

[They could've literally stolen everything wtf Door why did you screw him on this???]

[toiletseat_girl]

[she raises an eyebrow] Seriously? That sucks. But at least it's the kind of thing you can look back on in five years and laugh about, right?

[George wasn't panicked. George was pissed at the gods for fucking with what should've been just a friendly game of paintball]

Are you kidding?! Of all the fucking times to be without a bag like that. 'Cause you know we're not going to be able to finish everything and then what will they do with it?

[yeah, seriously Door. dick move]

[pocketspa]

[See, this is where once you spend enough time around the twins, you start getting to know their quirks. Taako prefers to let his work speak for itself, maybe quite literally, seeing as the binicorn can actually talk.]

What can’t I do, dude. I can run real fast, I’m quasi-real, something with rainbows probably.

[Taako chuckles, patting the creature’s neck.]

This is Garyl, and as you can see, he fuckin’ rocks.

[puzzlingly]

「This is so cool man, SO COOL.」

How fast, Garyl? Can you make rainbow bridges?

「He'll get back at you, little impostor.」

[circumitus]

Her nose crinkles a little.

"Maybe. What're you going to do about it?"

[mismanagement]

"Hmm."

Maketh tips her head to the side. Then, quite deliberately, she reaches up and bops Rey on the nose.

[circumitus]

Oh, she did not just go for the nose!

Rey feigns shock before taking Maketh's side. See if there's any sign that she might be ticklish. Take that, you knave.