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

[toiletseat_girl]

...yikes. Yeah, that would make flirting a little dangerous. Was her mom like you guys?

[that would be a deterrent to any possible romance, yes]

[knifecollecting]

Whoever made it doesn't have a lot of experience with our kinda weapons.

[She shrugs.]

We just have to get used to it.

[closerift]

[ welp ]

Is that - [ She half-laughs, surprised, but also looks... well, somewhat concerned. ] Andraste's tits, be careful.

[ She doesn't have to be a gun expert to know that weapons and alcohol (and weapons and dancing) don't mix well. ]

[so_dark_a_road]

Ah, you fear the darker uses of magic! But are all magics considered to be dark ones, in your world? Good thing we Elves don't live there, if that's the case!

Was it Jo's bar? [ Smile. ]

[nonscriptum]

[Nate is preparing to listen with rapt interest, his glass lifted to his mouth for a good swig of delicious spiked punch - the kind he might have had at a party in college, if he went to college - when Kravitz continues, and the man can't get his entire sentence out before Nate chokes on his drink.

Lifting a hand to his chin to wipe away the sputtering excess Nate coughs, an ungainly and astonished sight, to clear his throat before addressing the crux:]

You're dating Taako?

[God help you.]

[restinglichface]

Hell yeah! C'mon, Ango. Let's kick it. [Lup throws her crushed juice box over her shoulder and moves to Taako's side, stepping in sync with her brother. Pretty much every event so far in Hadriel has sucked right up until this one. Finally something fun for them!]

Are you just saying that to avoid the cardo? Going up and down the spires is gonna be a pretty choice workout.

[restinglichface]

[Not exactly the reaction that Lup had been going for, but it's kind of cute in the nerdiest way possible.

The elf scrambles a little when Alphys first falls, just to make sure the other woman didn't bust her head wide open on the dance floor. But once she's confirmed that Alphys is a little bruised but fine, there's really not much for Lup to do but Levitate the her friend over to one of the quiet rooms used for the boring people who can't hold their booze and need a big ol' nap during the party. Alphys gets sloppily tucked in to bed with another kiss to her forehead before Lup's right back at it again on the dance floor.

Though she absolutely makes a mental note to tease Alphys relentlessly about it later.]

[restinglichface]

[Personal Space? Who is her?]

Why do you think I'm looking to be impressed? [As far as Lup's concerned, she already cast supreme judgement on Harlan minutes ago. That opinion isn't going to change.] Just trying to start a conversation. Socializing with people you don't know is part of the fun of a party. [Her pause is brief, before she winks and quickly adds on,] For me.

[Since he has a very different opinion of parties than she does.]

Also, that sounds bomb. Adventuring guilds are probably a little stuffier for my taste, but the it's the adventuring part that's important. Are you a transmutation specialist too?

[pocketspa]

[He squeaks again, and slaps at Lup's hand one more time.]

Yeah I do! He didn't do anything to you! Lucretia fucks with me for ten years and I can't take a single nonlethal hit? What the fuck!

[pocketspa]

[Damn right.]

You like rum? You can make some wicked good shit with rum. Look, I'll figure it out, I'm fuckin' perfect so it will be too.

[the_fourteenth]

[Rome's coated with a thin but stinging layer of ice, and so is the ground around him for a few feet. Jack Frost wasn't really expecting paintballs, though. He'll give Raidou a talking-to about not warning him. When he gets hit by one, he looks momentarily confused. What even was that? It wasn't a real bullet. But he doesn't have time to think about it. The little demon suddenly plops backwards and starts snoring.

Raidou sighs. At least the demon was good enough for a distraction. Not too far from behind Rome, another shot comes at him from ground level now.]

[survivorsguilt]

[She laughs too, a little hollow.]

Kinda already has. But yeah, I'm sure it will again.

[survivorsguilt]

[She clings and shrieks, dizzy and giddy and heart bursting, because maybe it's stupid, but she trusts Lup not to drop her. Not to let go.]

Yeah. Yeah, let's sit down.

[Ellie can't stop smiling.]

[survivorsguilt]

Hm. I guess that's fair. I'll take it under consideration.

[All the same, he's right. He was the first doctor she met here.]

Maybe next time we should team up, huh?

[survivorsguilt]

16. I think.

[Maybe her circumstances aren't as difficult to wrap your head around as time shenanigans, but Ellie has managed to kinda lose track of things all the same.]

Guess that means I get to boss you around.

[survivorsguilt]

[She's good for it!!!]

Psh. Keeping out of danger is winning. Technically.

[survivorsguilt]

((ooc: its cool!! i will backtag forever))

Gigantic mice. Gross.

[She makes a face, clearly in agreement that it doesn't sound like a fun time.]

Hell yeah! And I'm okay with rifles. And I have a pistol... but I need to save bullets here, so it's not like I can practice.

[lifetothefullest]

I'll be awaiting your final decision.

[He's joking but not; he's genuinely curious about what nickname he'll end up with.]

And make it even more unfair for everyone else? Sure.

[restinglichface]

[Well! That's good information to have in the future. One of her team members will undoubtably need healing at some point. Lup tucks this away for later, grinning back at the other elf.

Funny how casual this seemed considering the circumstances. But Curufin was easy to speak to. And even if Elf culture hasn't played a large role in her life, it's not awful speaking to another elf who seems a little more in-tune with it.]

I'll be sure to pass the review on then. Anyway, I'll have to pop by the speakeasy to hear you play. Yknow, when this whole competition's finally all over.

Shall we wrap this one? Lup and Curufin can tag anytime in the future!

[so_dark_a_road]

[ The casualness is a welcome break from the (mostly) dead-serious work of trying to paintball somebody into unconsciousness. Curufin is enjoying this conversation, too, and he is glad to have made contact with someone from another Elvish contingent. They will have much to talk about, on many future occasions. ]

I would love it if you came to the bar to hear me play! I perform a lot of traditional Elvish music, but I also create a lot of my material in a more "modern" style. [ Elvish idie rock. XD ]

I imagine this competition is going to be over soon. The gods don't seem to like extended events much. With luck, we'll have time to get back to normal Hadriel life for a bit before the next damned thing happens. What say I drop a note in your inbox when I'm next playing at the Speakeasy?

[so_dark_a_road]

[ He laughs, too. . . the same laugh, a little bit hollow. ]

If it already has, then at least you know yourself, how you will respond in a dangerous situation. Good to know you have that, if it's going to happen again. As I, too, am sure it will.

[leashed]

It's part of my job.

[He nods.]

I'm a military operative. I was- more or less created for this.

[knockthemdead]

[He doesn't know how special those words are, but they please Kravitz all the same. Better to be on her good side. And besides, it's just nice to hear.]

Alright, yes.

[He takes the suggestion literally, walking over the drinks table and picking up the most potent looking thing he can find, before heading back over and offering it to Lup with a flourish.]

My utmost apologies.

[There. He's held up his side of the deal, Lup.]

[restinglichface]

Relax, [Lup yells over the music before bursting into laughter, giving the gun another wave for good measure before sticking it back into the waistband of her pants.] It's not loaded, I'm not an idiot! Currently it's just a fashion accessory.

One that tells handsy men to back the fuck off.

[restinglichface]

[dammit why did he have to bring that up. ugh]

Fucking fine, my bad! There! Just thought it would be funny or whatever. Don't get so bent out of shape about it, he'll be right back to terrorize us when this shit is over with. You can go a day or two without your boyfriend hovering over your shoulder.