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Event Log: Party Royale

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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[A familiar face slides up to Kravitz while he's perusing the appetizer selection, the elf quickly reaching right in front of him to pop a grape in her mouth before she's turning her curling smile up at the taller man.]

You're not just gonna hover over this shitty spread all night, are you? Don't tell me my bro is dating a wallflower.

[Which is hilarious coming from Lup, but Kravitz doesn't know her!]

[One of them shot him - it doesn't really matter who, as in the end they're both guilty.

Luckily, Rhy doesn't hold grudges. Usually not against people who actually try to kill him, so definitely not against people who just beat him in a game. Besides, he came out of it with a cool new leather jacket, which he plans to base a new part of his wardrobe on (there must be decent options in the shops, right?) so it's not all bad.

He walks up with a glass of wine, or something like wine, in his hand.]

You ought to know.

Does he do this a lot?

[Kravitz would have been impossible to miss from the moment he joined the twin's party, albeit from an obvious distance. Lup doesn't quite understand why he's staying so far away, talk about trust issues, but she absolutely sees no reason in keeping her voice down while she talks about him to her twin.]

Kind of ridiculous, huh?

[This is the dream team.

Lup had always believed that her and Taako alone were the best team combination across the universe, fully in-sync with their movements and thoughts, casting spells in tandem, Taako tentacling people while her evocation magic took them out. But now they have Angus McDonald, the tiniest, quietest sniper in the world, and suddenly this is so much better.

The kid manages to take out yet another unsuspecting opponent, leaving Lup cackling as the stranger's body collapses to the ground. (They are fine, she's already come to realize. Just, y'know, getting their z's on.) The rest of the clearing is quiet and calm, so Lup doesn't hesitate in throwing Angus a thumbs up and addressing him. He's fast on his feet and so small, he's probably safe to come down and take a breather with her.] You haven't missed a single shot! How the hell does a kid detective get to become so good with guns?

I'm sure you did well by them, you've been nothing but nice to me. Having you as a queen would probably be wonderful! Did you wear a crown?

I wouldn't mind if you reigned over me!

〈There was no hiding it, 9S was trying to flirt with her. Alas his attempts probably came off more as endearments than anything else. And perhaps he was almost expecting her to scold him for such advances.

Although, if she didn't, he wouldn't know what to do. Most androids he'd been overtly friendly with had rebuffed him.〉

Yes, and your trophy is impressive as well.

[ She isn't actually trying to be condescending — nor is she particularly jealous of his rewards. But being quite possibly the first person eliminated eats at her competitive spirit something fierce, especially when talking to someone who actually won.

When he mentions the bear, Saber shifts a little, almost as if to hide it behind her back. She knows it marks her as having been eliminated on the first day... hopefully Prussia doesn't know that yet. ]

I do not see the bear as a prize. It is merely something I received. [ ... So, a prize, then. ] Surely the greatest reward is that we are all unhurt.

[ Nah. Sore loser. ]

[Oh, she's definitely not Kyna, but those her sharp ears of hers give Lup away as a full-blooded elf. It also probably doesn't help that she has Taako's exact face, considering Harlan's super pleasant interactions with her twin so far.

Lup's brows arch upwards and her mouth forms a surprised little circle, but then she's huffing as her hands drop to her hips. She rolls her eyes up, as if he's the one inconveniencing her instead of vice versa.]

Don't be a fucking downer, my dude! [She throws her hands up and gestures to the room.] It's a party! Get your dance on!

I did try. The Lannisters didn't make it easy, though. Neither did the Faith. And I did! It was small and it had a rose on it for House Tyrell.

[she laughs sweetly] Good! One down, how many residents here to go?

[she is getting the flirting, but she sees him as an innocent. and Margaery is far from innocent.

she'll not rebuff him. she really likes him a lot, but she doesn't see him in that way. unfortunately for her]

one/ and we're biting the bullet alone

the party; open
( She didn't win. The bitterness that blooms inside her when she wakes up in the Colosseum quickly disappears, replaced by a vague soreness from bruising and the surprise of... a bright yellow leather jacket.

Now that her hair's basically blonde with dark roots, rather than pink, it's a good way to be seen. But, most importantly, it's a good colour and well made. She doesn't hesitate in shrugging it on, checking the size and finding it satisfactory.

For the duration of the party, and perhaps predictably, Kate spends most of her time sampling the alcohol - and god it's nice to have Delight back, a definite supplier of the stuff. And, honestly, she kind of likes the booze provided here better than that of The Speakeasy (don't tell Rey). But she's also quite easy pickings if you want a dance partner, if she doesn't find a friend and drag them onto the floor first.

It's a good time. She may as well enjoy it. )

Edited 2017-09-25 19:24 (UTC)

[Lup drags Kate straight through the crowd, bumping into other dancers on her way to the middle of the dance floor. Because they needs to be in the center of it, not stuck off to the sidelines or trapped on the edge of the party.

Once she finds enough space, Lup turns around and shoots Kate a grin, her eyes trailing down to admire her jacket. The twins were never really taught to obey normal social conventions, so she reaches forward to touch the lapel of Kate's new jacket, running her fingers down the length of it.] Shit, that's sweet. Nice color on you too. Def brings our your eyes.

[George didn't win, either, but she is also sporting a hot new jacket, hers in dark green. that makes up for some of the disappointment in not winning, right?

okay, the booze and the pastries help, too. they help a lot. she sees Kate by the drinks and decides to go say hello]

Having fun?

〈She didn't ignore or chastise him!

This was a new feeling; to not be dismissed or teased. It made him feel good, proud almost. His joy was reflected in his features as he tried to reign in his excitement - he didn't want to overwhelm her with his enthusiasm.〉

Nobody could say no to you! I'll make sure of it!

〈And he punctuated his idle threat with laughter, softening it further.〉

Oh! I just realised, I didn't ask you about your prize! Is that what you got? What is it?

[she wouldn't do that to him.

now, she'd feel sad if she knew that those feelings were new to him. he's such a sweet young man, people (and other androids) should be kind to him]

Oh, I think it would be very hard to become queen here. Most people don't seem to want a queen.

[said with a slightly rueful smile. part of her still wants to be The Queen.

holds up her box of chocolates] Yes, this is what I won. It's a box of chocolates. I hope that they're good, it's been a while since I had chocolate at all.

What's a chocolate?

〈And this was probably the most terrifying question he'd asked during his entire stay at Hadriel.〉

It's a kind of sweet. Or it can be bitter, but I prefer the sweet ones. They melt easily in your mouth or you can just bite into them, chew, and swallow.

Can you eat? Would you like to try one?

[opens the box and holds one out to him]

It's food! Human food!

〈He blurted out, a few of the party's guests glancing their way then continuing with their evenings. As if the evening hadn't been exciting enough, now he was being presented with food.〉

Ah, but they're your prize aren't they? I couldn't take that away from you. That wouldn't be fair.

〈9S had never eaten anything before. He wasn't sure how he would react to it, but he had seen other androids eat and drink so, presumably, he would be okay too.〉

Yes, it is! A very good one, too. Rare where I come from.

[she ignores those who stare at them. they're not worth bothering with. besides, she appreciates his enthusiasm

gestures to the box full of chocolates] No need to worry, I'll still have plenty to choose from.

It is.

[He turns to her, smiling.]

I seem to learn about something new each day that I'm here. Well, the ones I haven't spent unconscious.

So do I! Westeros has no such [stumbles over the next word] technology. How much music do you think this machine can play?

[Margaery is at the food table, being much more picky about what she chooses. she sees the young lady who seems to be getting one of everything, seeming to have everything balanced perfectly on her plate]

Are you planning to get one of everything?

[He missed out on the kigurumi - thanks for that - but managed to pick up a nice leather jacket, which he is now wearing. It's a different look, considering he came to the city wearing something a little less modern-looking, but now it's jeans and t-shirts and leather jackets.

Not that he has a choice. They're all stuck in here, he can't get his clothes.

Rhy is holding a glass of something with an umbrella stuck in it.]

It's really quite thoughtful of them to soothe our bruised egos like this.

Hodgins would know.

[She says it casually enough, even shrugs when she says it, but she really does wish Hodgins were here. He would understand the way she feels about this underground city better than anyone else does, and he would be extremely helpful.]

It is excellent scotch. [She definitely looks a little smug there.] It's Booth's favorite, in fact.

[It takes her a second to realize that he is offering her the gun, and as soon as she does, she sets down her glass of beer and takes it gingerly, wide-eyed with surprise.

At first all she does is turn it over in her hands, inspecting it as well as she can. There's a metaphorical tug at her metaphorical heart as she thinks of how easy this would be for Booth to handle, to assess, to scold both her and Sweets over.

Okay, that last part makes her laugh a little.]

Thank you. I will use it only when necessary.

[Unspoken is that they are agreed on what that means, and she knows he understands.]

[Hooray for a gold star!!! She would be very pleased to know that. And all else aside, she is interested. Science is her thing, after all. So much so that the use of the scientific name for the plants brings a smile to her face. None of what he says comes off as pretentious to her in the least.]

The causes for the way every organism in the world is today never cease to amaze me. [Every effect has a cause, and that is beautiful and comforting to her.] One of my colleagues is a particulates specialist, among other things. I am certain he would be even more enthralled than I am by these. I am not able to do more than admire them.

[There is no shame in admiting one's knowledge is limited.

Straightening, she holds up what she received for her participation.]

I was given some very good scotch.

[Is she upset with herself for not winning? Yes. Is she consoled by the liquor? Also yes.]

( Clearly. Obviously. And years of learning how to move, all the sports she's taken part in, have given Kate some sense of rhythm. Enough that she's a surprisingly coordinated dancer, if not a little unaware of space once she gets into the beat and the movement of her hips.

Her eyes flick from Lup's hands on the lapel up to the other woman's eyes, a brow raising in mild amusement. It's such a default expression her, something she falls back on all too often, but the curl of her lips makes it clear that she's not opposed to this, particularly, with the drink buzzing through her system. )

Least it weren't more pink. ( That might have been a bit much with her hair, once she gets her hands on some more dye. ) What did you get?

It is a very beautiful weapon.

[She cannot deny that.

Anyone else would catch the subtle sass there, but this is Brennan, who takes everything for its literal meaning. It is not bad, no. It is not bad at all.]

That would certainly offer you a tactical advantage. Congratulations are in order. This was quite a fun event!

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Event Log: Party Royale

party time with the sis in law

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party!!

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