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

[knifecollecting]

God, you wish. [She huffs out a near laugh.]

That's better.

[eyeofthetiger]

[ oh, how he wishes! ]

Yeah, but it still ain't as good as yours. This gun could really use a good work over. And the weight's all wrong.

[ htat's probably because of the paint though. Darn. ]

[eyeofthetiger]

((ooc: feel free to drop if this is way too long ago to pick up again. Sorry for the long wait.))

"Now you're just getting my hopes up. I'm a little bit of a fan for the band." More than a little, actually.

"And that sounds like a story worth the telling. Did you ever catch the guy who blew up the bar?"

Although why in the world anyone would want to blow up a bar is beyond Dean. It's like the one thing worth celebrating over in this joint.

[eyeofthetiger]

((ooc: feel free to drop if this is way too long ago to pick up again. Sorry for the long wait.))

[ he laughs ]

Well, sort of. It’s an amusement park with gigantic mice and dogs and other random things running around trying to make little kids’ day. Personally, I was always a little bit scared of ‘em.

[ or just envious. He never really did have a normal childhood. ]

So you’re a whiz with a shot gun?

[eyeofthetiger]

((ooc: feel free to drop if this is way too long ago to pick up again. Sorry for the wait.))

So you’re saying their just here for the maiming and the murdering. Now that just smacks of a Mel Brook’s movie but a little bit lacking in the humore department.

[ over-the-top horror, huh? Dean’s more of a B-movie horror fan. He gets enough of the real life horror to last him a lifetime. Then again, it is rather funny to see just how wrong Hollywood gets it. And scary as heck when they actually get it right. ]

[restinglichface]

[Hey, if nothing else, Lup has to admire his dedication to his own brand. Not following into peer pressure is pretty cool, even if the things he's arguing against are some of her favorites.]

Fair. Life's too short for humans to play along with shit they don't care about anyway. Good for you. [and because she can't help but pop in there,] Even if you're wrong. But hey, major props.

Sooo, [Lup makes a point of leaning in closer, interested.] What kinda shit are you into? What's Harlan all about?

[pocketspa]

[Taako doesn't like being emotional effectively at all, so when everything starts getting mushy he just lets out a groan, grabs something at random from the table, and just chugs it. Better than talking. He swallows, shakes his head a little, ears flopping a little bit from the motion.]

Woo, alright, that tasted fucked up. Maybe it'll actually get me there. Next time we throw one of these shindigs I'm conjuring vodka.

[toiletseat_girl]

Yes. Usually when talking about my mom. Maybe it's just a mom thing?

[George's mom was especially terrifying and possessed of a very sharp tongue]

[leashed]

[That... is not something he's expecting. Rome stares a little incredulously for a moment, but there's no time to hesitate- he lifts his rifle and shoots at the creature, a quick three bullet burst.

He can already feel the cold begin to creep into his limbs. Maybe standing his ground wasn't such a good idea.]

[leashed]

I don't know if I've ever attended a party before.

[He doesn't quite know how to react to them. Small talk has never been Rome's forte.]

We weren't invited to social events. My handler told me about them- I suppose I imagined something different.

[ghostlocked]

[Luckily Harlan is used to people not picking up what he's putting down, so Lup sort of meeting him halfway is fine by him.

He takes a small step backward when she leans in, though. Personal space, pls.]

That's a broad question, and I have a feeling nothing I say is going to impress you. I work for an adventuring guild back home, though. Taako and I have similar magic, but I don't think we're from the same place.

[ghostlocked]

[Oh god.]

No, not really. It was a joke. I get enough exercise hauling ass around NYC on the daily, anyway.

[Which... doesn't apply here... but still, let him live.]

[pocketspa]

[He laughs, and Kravitz can feel him shaking against his chest as his heart flutters. This would be embarrassing if he had the time to feel embarrassed about it. As it stands, he's just... so happy. This is the kind of peace he hasn't known in so, so long. Taako didn't think he'd ever make it here.

His hand snakes up into Kravitz' hair at the back of his neck and pulls it at the moment he thinks Kravitz isn't paying attention.]

Nope. You know what I want. And so far you've been pretty great at figuring that out, my dude.

[He may need to be reminded they're in public. But that also assumes Taako cares? Oops.]

[leashed]

I'm a werewolf.

[He admits readily, nudging his fingers against his dog tags, as if that's an explanation.]

I'm trained in tracking and reconnaissance, among other things.

[restinglichface]

[As great as the whole conversation is in, Lup hones in on one particular fact that falls from the other elf's lips. The woman's brows raise curiously, completely unable to hide her surprise at this information.]

Oh shit, you got a healer? [Talk about useful.]

Our cleric is like, totes disconnected from his god, so we've been kinda lacking on the heals front. Your guy good? Scale of one to ten, ten being he provides the dankest heals around and one being he throws a bandaid on it and calls it good. Be honest, I won't tell.

[restinglichface]

[Talk about rude, Taako. She so would have given you that high-five.

Taako slaps her hands away and, for the briefest moment, Lup looks highkey offended at the act. So, you know, naturally she slaps his hands back in return.] You don't get to be mad about this!

[dedikated]

( She's going to guess that's more like the myths that they base their names off than their actual Superhuman types. If she's learned anything in her time at Hadriel, it's that the most fictitious sounding explanation is usually the correct one.

She doesn't seem particularly surprised by his answer as a result. )

That what you did back home?

[dedikated]

( Y'know, she is not going to complain about avoiding all things emotional. All the time in Hadriel, all the years away from The Agency, have made it easier to talk openly about feelings, but there's still a comfort found in saying fuck it, let's just drink. )

'S long as you conjure summat else for me. ( Vodka and Kate do not mix, honestly. )

[so_dark_a_road]

Yes, we have a healer! I have not needed Elrond's services, but the rest of my family has at one time or another. They positively glow when they tell me of his skill and effectiveness. Particularly my son, whose injuries were the deepest and the most intractable -- and now he is walking easily and he will be able to fight if there is reason to go to war. I am sure the whole family would all give Elrond a ten.

[ Grin. ] So, you don't have to keep my review a secret.

[so_dark_a_road]

In some worlds, one can be a biker and still have magic. [ The Fëanorians, Curufin's family, were the biker gang of their world! -- minus the motorcycles. They had to make do with horses. But they certainly had magic. ]

[ Dean would certainly qualify! XD ]

Friend of the family? But how did you meet?

[pocketspa]

Great! Let's go!

[He just turns on his heel and starts going. Angus doesn't have to take shit; that means more things for him and Lup to haul home. He's cocky, and it shows. Who's even gonna fuck with them at this point? They've got magic and the jump on just about everyone. It's gonna be great.]

Do we wanna float to the top and go down? So we don't uh, get stuck on the top floor or whatever.

[eyeofthetiger]

Well, in mine, using magic isn't something we usually just wave around out in the open. Not if you want to live.

[ yeah, burning witches at the stake is still a thing that happens. Sometimes. Now usually it was just hunters like Dean that took them out when they started to dabble into the really dark, demonic stuff. But hey! that was their choice, not Dean's. If they didn't want to get caught, they shouldn't do it in the first place. ]

Ah, well. As for how we met Jo... Let's just say we found an old voice mail message on our Dad's phone after he died and thought we should figure out why someone was calling him. For our trouble, I ended up getting punched in the face by Jo just for walking into a bar.

[ because you know, that's how all beautiful relationships begin ]

[eyeofthetiger]

Yeah, but most moms don't also know about fifty different ways to kill you just for looking at her daughter the wrong way. Trust me, you didn't want to be on her bad side and that's usually where I ended up finding myself even without Jo getting added into the mix.

[ Well, the Winchesters usually ended up getting everyone they knew killed so, the concern wasn't exactly unfounded. ]

[anoshe]

Your handler?

[That raises quite a lot of questions.]

Well, if this is your first party, then we ought to try to make it good. Do you drink? Because now would be an excellent time to start.

[circumitus]

"Him not being here doesn't exactly free you from consequence," Rey points out. "Because that logic could very well apply to just about any bullshit excuse."

She wants to tell him that his boyfriend will come back, but she can't bring herself to make that promise. Not after the things she's said over the network recently, and not given her own misgivings about the complacency regarding death and dying in Hadriel. The least she can do is hold those that remain accountable for their own actions.