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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Comments

[tongueamok]

Buried well under Glacius' arm, Carlisle catches his own breath in the sea of furs, his skin tingling as every hair on them presses against him. One hand curls beside him, stinging from the remnants of fervent energy that still run through his limbs; the other hand rests upon Glacius' chest, as though Carlisle fears that the circuit of energy coursing between them would break should he relinquish the contact for even a moment. He's without words for several as it is, the only sound between them their labored breaths and the ambient noise of the cave beyond the shed's walls.

Carlisle draws himself closer, pressing his head against the side of his partner, murmuring words that seem to come so easily for others. He's said them before, but after such a moment of intimacy between them, one preceded by a period where he thought he might have lost his partner forever, he feels the gravity of such a phrase like never before.

"I love you, Glacius."

Though never a man for saying only a few words when he could fit in so many more, he leaves it at that, closing his eyes to rest, basking in the relief that Glacius will be there when he opens them again. It's something he took for granted; he should cherish it while he can.

[roseofthetyrells]

I suppose if you're raised with it, it's not so exciting. [but to Marg, it's still very exciting and will likely continue to be so for some time

no, it's likely no coincidence. the Starks have a way of popping up in unusual circumstances

Marg laughs] They do indeed, but politics were the battlefield House Tyrell always preferred. Not that we couldn't fight physically, my brother Loras was quite adept, but we always prided ourselves on our political acumen. But this time, we underestimated our enemy.

[toiletseat_girl]

It's cool, we can just hang out on the sidelines and be antisocial together.

[no, George wouldn't have been one of them. she has a nasty tendency to lose her temper, but this time the targets of her temper (the gods) weren't around to be bitched out]

Yeah, you could have. Then, when I got mine, we could find a drummer and a singer and started a band or something.

[lifetothefullest]

I wonder if there's a reason for that. Maybe Hope knows that sugar doesn't actually provide a lot of nutritional value.

[Or maybe not. But now he's kind of curious as to why some things are far more prevalent than others.

He raises an eyebrow at the next comments, though he's grinning too.]

That's not a terrible idea; maybe I should put it in the Clinic in case anyone thinks they can get away with causing trouble there.

[Although, honestly--]

I'm actually not sure what I'm going to do with it. I thought that maybe the metal would be useful for something, but that depends what it's made out of.

[He considers it briefly, then suggests another idea.]

Or I could use it as a planter.

[occupiesvitalregions]

Of course I have a point. Detectives sometimes get so wrapped up in the details that they're not considering the bigger picture!

[Prussia taps his forehead, so full of great thoughts. Thoughts he thought of just this moment.]

So keep it, just in case, okay?

[thechoiceisyours]

Honestly, um... Maybe they just straight-up ran out of 'good' ideas?

[That's one theory, anyway. Although he does have another--[]

And uh, since Hope doesn't need to bring back other gods anymore, maybe they all just need less power all around? Him because he doesn't need to bring them back, and then because they're all like... Kind of settled and stable, now.

[thechoiceisyours]

That's uh, also totally possible. I don't know anything about cats either.

[At least she's cute, right? That goes a long way.]

Hope's uh, the one I know the best, but I've also talked to Fear and Delight a lot and I uh, like to think I'm on pretty good terms with them. Tranquility's cool too, even though I've only spoken to him a few times.

[occupiesvitalregions]

Depends. I've been around for a whole lot longer than you think!

[800 years young!]

Superman is the strongest guy around! It's because he's cheating by being an alien with all kindsa super powers. Impervious to bullets and heat vision and he can fly, 'n stuff.

[unknowable]

Yeah, plus you can find that stuff in the shops usually. It just takes some effort, especially if you want something that fits.

[Which is annoying.]

[anoshe]

Perhaps there will be a way for you to go someplace else, eventually. I've heard people talking of things like that.

[unknowable]

Sure. It's part of the world, it just abides by its own rules.

[Adam, a scientifically minded person, finds magic difficult to work with - but not impossible.]

Yeah, you're right about that. It's really interesting how different everyone's worlds are. You've got pirates, I've got magic, someone else has spaceships.

[hot_mes]

Space ships...

[okay no that's a discussion for another day. One thing a time here, Law.]

Then it's less a case of 'magic' used to mean 'something I'm not intelligent enough to parse' and more to suffice as a term for whatever it is powers or abilities are in your world. Understandable.

[therewillbeorder]

The sooner we can put a stop to that the better.

[He didn't care if the gods were investigating. He had never made a secret of his feelings towards them.]

I hope they enjoy it while it lasts.

[survivorsguilt]

[She snorts and giggles, eyes on the glass in his hand.]

Yeah, I guess you're right.

[Just kidding. She promises. She rolls her eyes at his continued chastising, and doesn't bother replying.]

Dude. Check this out.

[She slings off her bag, and brandishes her win.]

I won!! Or, well. I was one of the winners, anyway.

[survivorsguilt]

[Ellie shoves the gun back into her bag and tries to not make any more of a big deal about it, because it's obvious Alphys is uncomfortable. Is that just a monster thing? Or an Alphys thing?]

Yeah. It really suits you. Looks like we both did well!

[She has no idea how well you had to do to get an outfit, but she's people wandering around with rubber ducks. Has to be better than that, right?]

[survivorsguilt]

[Ellie huffs, giving him a secretive side-eyed look.]

Dude, exactly. Everyone is fine. No harm done, and we got a bunch of free shit and good food out of it. I'm not sorry at all.

[She shrugs, and kicks at the ground with her scuffed sneakers.]

[dedikated]

( It was worth a shot. Pun perhaps intended.

Very well, then. Kate ducks back down, inhales, a wash of cool calm wrapping around her. This is fun and everything, but she has intentions to win, and talking to targets won't do it. The weight of the gun reassuring in her hand as she springs out and fires. )

Let's battle, then.

[dedikated]

( There's something about this - the dancing, the girls, the relaxed atmosphere after a tense few days - which makes Kate feel young again, like she's back in a club after a long day of work. The good days at work, where she clocked out feeling as though something was done. Her body twists to accommodate the three-person circle, an easy step back so Cecily can have her own space on the dancefloor. )

They're learnin'. ( It's said with an eyeroll, though in some ways it's the truth. ) Were just stuck tryin' to fix everyone up last time people were killin' each other.

( Small comforts. They didn't actually kill each other and the booze is good in the way only Delight's booze can be. )

[lifetothefullest]

[Lance rolls his eyes too, mirroring her both in expression and in totally ignoring that comment, although he's amused.

He raises his eyebrows slightly at she reveals her prize, inwardly pretty pleased that she not only made it through the whole thing but that she has something to defend herself with; he's not sure if she did before or not, and he's not super comfortable with teenagers having guns, but in this place it's definitely better for her to be armed.]

Congratulations.

[He means it genuinely.]

I can't really prove it since I gave my gun to Dr. Brennan and my trophy is... Over there, somewhere, but I won also.

[And as he says 'over there' he gives a vague gesture off toward the side of the arena where's been mostly looming for the party; it's not like he's super concerned about anyone stealing the thing. It has his name on it, after all.]

[sheathes]

[ She nods — though she now knows the approximate dates of her own life, they're not something she can offer without jeopardizing her true identity. Old habits die hard. ]

I see... he would make a powerful ally. [ Her expression is completely serious. ] Have you met him?

[dedikated]

( She'll shave your ridiculously tousled hair and see how lamentable you feel, Hotspur. )

... Didn't think of that.

( Admittedly. )

Asked for more dye last time.

oh my god no IM sorry..............

[knockthemdead]

[Oh goodness, what has he gotten himself into.

Kravitz nods in what he hopes is an encouraging way, and prompts 9S to continue. Please, please just keep talking, so that he doesn't have to.]

That must have been nice. Do you, er, hope to talk to her again, then?

im..............the worst

[knockthemdead]

[Look, just because that's accurate doesn't mean it's not offensive.

Mere seconds later, Kravitz gives Nate a similar glance, and assesses that he's hot as shit.]

Oh, no, I- I simply mean the way in which we were all confined here until the game ended. And now, I... well, I would rather stick around until someone in particular shows their face, I suppose.

[Oh good, he actually knows how to do this. Kravitz shakes Nate's hand firmly. Very firmly.]

Kravitz. Delighted to meet you.

[dedikated]

( Let's be honest, of all the gods, Rage and Sorrow probably get the most energy simply doing nothing. One has to wonder what the gods' individual power levels look like, really. )

Hopefully.

( Kate can remember the state of Fear after the city was split in two, and wonders if Rage or Delight are feeling the same kind of exhaustion after their mission. )

[knockthemdead]

If I didn't know better, I'd suspect you weren't taking my troubles seriously.

[He grins, both at Taako's teasing, and the obvious hint. There is, of course, only one thing Kravitz can do in this situation. He sets Taako down, dips him low, and kisses him in a way that he hopes makes up for an absence of several days. His hair falls around Taako's face, and Kravitz holds him in place easily.

It's all very dramatic, because of course it is.]