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

[survivorsguilt]

[AWWWW GEEZ]

Hey, hey! It's okay, neither can I! You just like... jump if it's fast, or sway if it's slow, and you can spin anytime! Basic dance rules with Ellie.

[She pats Alphys' shoulder reassuringly.]

[survivorsguilt]

Yeah, yeah!

[She yells to be heard over the music as Lup backs away, and by the time she's returned, Ellie has had long enough to stew on how much her head is throbbing to really appreciate that water. Even if she side-eyes Lup's drink a little.]

I am. It's nice not like... thinking about all the bad shit for awhile.

[She leans against Lup, and against her better judgement, allows a small yawn to slip out. Oh god. Don't notice that! She's super awake! Good to party!]

[roseofthetyrells]

[the citizens of Westeros make up for that by being insane in other areas]

I understand. My home has been at war for over five years. Many of the Sparrows, fanatics for the Faith of the Seven, were former soldiers disillusioned by constant war.

[ghostlocked]

[????????]

Yeah, will do. [Oh well. He has empty corners to go stand around awkwardly in, anyway.]

[circumitus]

She takes a long drink after accepting the bottle Maketh hands to her, then shoots her an endearing look.

"Fine. You win." Rey gives Maketh a gentle nudge with her elbow. "We should do this more often."

[pocketspa]

[His eyes go wide as the shot misses Lup, just barely, and all joking leaves him as he hits the floor in a quick roll, pulling up a quick shield around him and Lup. Angus ducked the other way, shit, they have to run and he won't have time to grab him--

Angus fires, almost quicker than Taako can see, and all he hears is the sound of a body hit the floor.

Taako looks towards Angus, more than a little surprised.]

Holy shit, Ango.

[hellosirs]

That's ok, I have a very good memory. I can write stuff down later.

You said earlier that even if you wanted to collect my soul, there wouldn't be any point here. Does that mean you're cut off from the astral plane?

YOU SHOULDN'T BE

[pocketspa]

[Was there something going on out here? Was there like, other things? Other people? Nah. This party could be for him and he wouldn't give a shit about ducking right outta there.]

Mmmmm, I guess. Keep you all to myself.

[He slides his free hand down Kravitz' arm to lace their fingers together, giving him a tug as he starts to back up and over to some privacy. He's already making plans to test that stamina Kravitz proved he had just a few minutes previous.

(Also, to see how Kravitz might like holding onto his hair for some leverage.)]

C'mon, babe, we've got all the time in this bullshit cave. Let's take it.

[pocketspa]

[Taako sort of like, tilts Kravitz' head over towards him so he can grab at his jaw to mime his mouth moving. His voice sounds nothing like Kravitz'. In fact, it's like a worse imitation of a bad voice imitation, even higher than his normal tone.]

Oh yeah, Lup, you got it!

[He then proceeds to descend into another giggling fit. Oh, they can work with this.]

C'mon, let's get out of here before someone sees us so we can set this shit up.

[pocketspa]

Damn right.

"Sweet! Just let ol' Taako know."

And he sort of gives her a little salute and saunters off, presumably to find more alcohol to consume. This night's just gettin' better.

[leashed]

I hold myself to those rules.

[He shakes his head.]

It's not for fear of discipline. The structure is- valuable in this place.

[mismanagement]

Maketh preens, accepting the bottle. "I always win. It makes me charming. And we should. I rather like it."

[leashed]

The prizes, you mean?

[He frowns.]

I don't see the point in them.

[restinglichface]

[Ellie leans in and Lup drops her chin onto the girl's head, content to just keep her close. She suspects that in a few minutes Ellie's gonna pass out anyway, so may as well help the process along by making her as comfortable as possible.]

Agreed, this is def a break that we all deserved. You're a cool chick, Ellie. We gotta hang more.

[circumitus]

She smirks. "So you say after you've had a few drinks."

But no, Rey is pretty charmed. She can't help it.

[circumitus]

[Rey is hardly surprised.]

Can't say that's all that uncommon. War tends to start or prolong thanks to fanaticism. Have known some to last thousands of years because of that shit.

[roseofthetyrells]

Thousands of years? How old are you, if you don't mind me asking?

[mismanagement]

Maketh sniffs, taking a drink. "Don't be jealous. I am perfectly social. And charming."

[circumitus]

"Who said I was jealous? Maybe I'm admiring," Rey says simply, resting her chin in her hand while giving Maketh a doting look. So charmed, she is.

[circumitus]

Um. [Squint.] Ninety-something. Haven't really been keeping track anymore.

But that's, er... a different story.

[roseofthetyrells]

Oh? Well, I must admit my interest in it.

[sciencelizard]

[She sputters a bit, still, but she looks up at Ellie still.]

So do you, uh, wanna... d-do? That? Maybe?

[mismanagement]

Maketh tips her head to the side. "Oh? I suppose that is acceptable."

[circumitus]

As Maketh moves her head, Rey leans in. Hand sliding from her own chin to Maketh's cheek in order to pull her in for a kiss.

"Is that acceptable?"

[circumitus]

[She scoffs.]

Guess it depends. Which part are you interested in?