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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► If you fall and break your neck or something because you can't die in paintball, please let us know here.

Comments

[restinglichface]

[And it's the lightest punch ever given to anyone in history, but Lup taps Alphys in the shoulder with her fist, laughing.]

You nerd. I told you when we first met that you should dress the way you want to. You are cute as hell, girl. Whatever you wanna wear, that's what suits you. Fashion is about expressing yourself. It's how you present yourself out into the world. You wanna be the cutie Kissy Meow Meow main character, you fucking own it.

[dedikated]

Be weird shit from someone.

( Ah yes, you know you've dealt with too much of Hadriel's shit when that answer is said so matter of factly that it sounds like noting the colour of the paint on the walls. It's almost predictable in its weirdness. )

[dedikated]

( The clinic to here, which makes sense, because the last thing she remembers was the party after the city reunited, and then-

Home.

Which means that's probably when she left, after the party. But had she left from the party itself? )

Aye. Had a party here a while ago, yeah?

( She knows they did. She remembers that much. )

Were here for that. 'S the last thing I remember 'bout this place.

[ghostlocked]

I'm sure there's tons. I talked to that elf guy a while back, the one that was playing the harp. Maglor? He said he's got a friend [or brother or cousin or dad or something???] that makes instruments. Maybe we can get a Battle of the Bands situation going.

[Which would be awesome??]

[ghostlocked]

Christ. That's a long fucking time. [This information sounds familiar, though. He's pretty sure Chris mentioned how long he'd been here the first time they talked, but now Harlan's had more time to conceptualize what that means. Man.]

Good to know about Hope. That's the vibe I got from him too, but we just talked over the network. [And Harlan's way better at reading people face to face.] And that doesn't sound crazy. From what I can tell, the gods are more like people than supernatural deities. That's good news for us, in my experience.

[No malice when it comes to events, on the other hand, could go either way. On one hand, it's good news that Fear isn't actively trying to fuck everyone over just for the hell of it. On the other, if he's just doing what he has to to collect energy or whatever, that could be a dangerous mindset

But, still, of the options, Harlan prefers that they're more like people than embodiments of their names.]

Should I worry about other gods trying to screw me over?

[ghostlocked]

I just said I was trying to teach him. That involves holding the fucking thing.

[He's! so mad!!!]

Besides, it was before we knew what kind of damage those things could do. I thought it was just a run of the mill paintball gun.

[Which... is still not entirely harmless, but.]

[ghostlocked]

The coliseum's not in the middle. [Semantics are important, JT.]

You think a gun will be any use against the Null? [It's a legit question. He knows like nothing about the Null. Everyone's been giving him conflicting (and biased!!) information, so he's decided to just wait until it becomes a thing again. That's probably a fine strategy???]

Maybe, but now the market's flooded.

[ghostlocked]

[Harlan snorts. Oh boy.]

Alright, so walk me through your day-to-day. What kind of shit do you get up to as a pirate?

[ghostlocked]

Humans stopped exercising in the 90s. Medical technology is so advanced that we don't need it anymore.

[Fact.]

[circumitus]

It's a nice change of pace. Her surely demeanor has caught up with her that it's good to calm down a little; not stew in anger and just ignore the acts of people that crawl under her skin.

"No doubt." She pauses a moment, then- "You need to lay down or anything? You smell a little loopy."

As in alcohol, of course.

[hot_mes]

Most of it is trying not to die one way or another. Not getting lost, not getting caught in a storm, not letting enemies get the best of us, not running into the Marines. Basic survival. [snorts!] It's not like every day is an adventure. Why, is your life wall to wall magical adventures?

[mismanagement]

Maketh just grins, tracing the line of Rey's cheek with her hand. Playful. "I'm not that drunk. Not yet."

[bekommen]

Great. [Nick rubs a hand over her face.] Thought I was done with this house party bullshit when I left Chicago.

[bekommen]

[The first paintball hits the tree next to her, and Nick jumps almost a foot straight up in the air.]

What the fuck, asshole?

[She doesn't even know who's firing at her yet, she's just yelling because she's startled.]

[bekommen]

[Look, Nick is a little abrasive at the onset but she's actually a lot more chill than she used to be, and she's got a good heart. She casts a wary eye around the arena at the suggestion.]

You think there is anywhere quiet in here?

[bekommen]

[Nick inhales a deep breath, holds it with her cheeks puffed out, and exhales in a quick burst.]

I'm too old for this kinda bullshit.

[She's a whole 27 years old.]

[puzzlingly]

「It good gurl, he's dealt with worse.」

There were some beds over there.

「He points to a general direction.

Actually...」

Come on.

「And motions her to follow.」

[circumitus]

The sensation of her fingers trailing across her face tingles Rey's skin. She presses her forehead against Maketh's, a quiet sense of relief washing over her.

"Mm. Guess it's not too late yet."

[circumitus]

More or less. Not that nothing is surprising and innovative. Plenty of new tech has been developed and advanced over the last hundred years.

[Having lived for nearly that long, Rey's got to see technological progress from an interesting perspective, and as different people.]

You seem like the type who fights with pens rather than swords.

[circumitus]

Rey responds with a rather non-committal shrug.

"Not really." She pauses, eyes darting away a moment and then glancing back to Ellie. She doesn't want to be a complete wet blanket here. "Of course, could always just snag some to take home. Doubt there's a policy here that prevents that."

Even if there were, hell if Rey would abide by it.

[mismanagement]

Maketh closes her eyes, smiling. For a long time, happiness had been something that other people achieved and that she observed from a distance. It hadn't been her place to want those things. She had satisfaction in her work, in all that she could build.

It's hard, sometimes, to think that she might have this too. That she might take it and hold it in her two hands.

"Are you going to sweep me off my feet?"

[circumitus]

A few years ago, Rey would have rejected the very notion of family and comfort of companionship. But now, it's... normal. Or as normal as things will ever get for Rey, someone who was never normal to start with.

But with this, she is a little more in her element as she laughs.

"Can do more than that. I could bench press your skinny ass if I had to."

Or just wants to show off.

[hellosirs]

Good goof, sir. I'm sure it was just as hilarious and emotionally fulfilling for you as it was five illusions ago.

[ Only someone who has been on the receiving end of that many goofs could sound as deadpan and dry as Angus. The real juice box and that friendly slap on the back are enough to make him grin again, though. It's hard to be too annoyed when you have apple juice. ]

... Okay, are we looking for other opponents or our opponents' stuff at this point? Because it mostly seems like the latter.

[unknowable]

They do this every once in awhile. Parties and things that aren't so bad. It's weird.

[But a nice reprieve, at least.]

I should, uh... let you get back to it.

[You know, standing in a corner not talking to people.]

[hot_mes]

Yeah. [all things considered, though, this wasn't the worst thing to happen at a party. Pretty nice, actually. Learned some things.]

...Trafalgar Law. [with the manly head-tip that says hey, we didn't introduce each other but I don't shake hands]