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
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If you fall and break your neck or something because you can't die in paintball, please let us know here.

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Lup l Open

[restinglichface]

i. sharp shooter;

[After nearly three months of being trapped in this shitty cave, Hadriel does something fucking cool. Finally.

A paintball goes whizzing past the first unfortunate soul who steps into Lup's sight from her position in the park. The elf cackles, unable to help herself, before quickly crouching down behind a nearby tree.]

You have five seconds to lay down and surrender or you best prepare to get dunked on.

[Which is absolutely punctuated by the faint sound of an air horn. Thanks, Prestidigitation!]

ii. after party;

[Covered in bruises and beaming brighter than the sun they never see, Lup looks like she's in her element at the after party. She slides up to strangers with ease, talking them into drinks and dancing, delighted to just laugh and put the difficulties of living in Hadriel behind them for the night.

After a few drinks, she stops asking and just insistently drags people to the dance floor instead, throwing a quick wink over her shoulder.] C'mon, this song is the best! We need to dance!

iii. set up your own scene;

[OOC: Hit me up on meyggy if you want to plot anything! She's going to make it to the end, but I'm happy to chat if you want to do anything specific! Also, Lup is absolutely going to be cheating with magic so give me a head's up if that's a problem.]

i. sharp shooter

[so_dark_a_road]

[ It is Curufin's nose that that paintball whizzes past. He jumps back, then crouches and runs to a tree of his own. He peers out from behind it, a smile on his face, looking quickly around for Lup's cover. He knows which direction the missile came from -- not to mention the cackle! -- and he thinks he can see where she is. ]

Sorry, I don't think I'll be surrendering anytime soon!

[ Pop! He sends off a paintball of his own, aiming for the tree he thinks she's behind. His sharp eyes are scanning for the slightest indication of a person behind it -- a flying lock of hair, a hand, a foot, a wisp of a sleeve, anything. ]

[restinglichface]

[Lup might have a knack for hiding from her younger years, scurrying along from shelter to shelter with her brother, life spent with one eye open against the dangers around them, but she's clearly more focused on having fun for this round, as her cackling gives her position away. As does the long braid flying out from behind the tree trunk as she laughs, a hand moving up to press against her mouth.

Curufin's paintball hits the exact tree Lup is behind, which has the woman pressing a little harder against the trunk, knowing she's been spotted.

That doesn't stop her from calling out back to him though.] Gonna need to try harder than that to hit me, homie!

[so_dark_a_road]

[ He sees the flying braid. Aha! ]

I certainly will try! [ Chuckle. ] Who are you?

[ Of course he's not going to waste a shot. He's trying to trick her into showing herself by taking another shot at him. She'll have to lean out from behind the tree-trunk in order to do that, and he's got the range now, having hit her tree once. ]

ii rip

[ghostlocked]

[Harlan has not had nearly enough beer to be chill when suddenly someone grabs him. At first he thinks maybe Kyna or Tucker has had a bit too much to drink, or one of his new friends hasn't picked up on his "don't touch me" clause yet, but nope, it's some random chick he doesn't even know. He jerks away roughly, his heart pounding.]

What the fuck is your problem?

[Off to a great start!]

SHIT

[restinglichface]

[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!

[ghostlocked]

[It takes him a second, but he does eventually put two and two together with her and Taako. Good great amazing. Another one.]

Parties aren't my thing, and I've been stuck here since the fucking thing started. I'm not in the mood.

[Plus he's still lugging around his stupid consolation teddy bear. Ugh.]

ii

[dedikated]

( Guess who is in a beautiful, bright yellow leather jacket, hair well and truly beyond any realm of pink by now, and more than a few drinks in?

Yeah. This bitch.

So, when Lup grabs her, Kate doesn't even hesitate to come along. The beat's good and she's feeling more refreshed than she has since the city tormented them all with the reflections of events that have yet to happen. )

Sounds good.

[restinglichface]

[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.

[dedikated]

( 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?

i. good night sweet prince

[puzzlingly]

「 Shit! The paint passes buzzing right next to his ear and Atem cannot do much but try to take cover, which he fortunately finds behind a tree! He's so awfully thin, it's the perfect place to hide for him! 」

Never!

「 What, did this one thought it'd be that easy? He shoots to the voice's general direction, trying to scare them them off and reveal themselves! A terribly bright pink spatters against the bark of the tree. 」

RIP you will be missed

[restinglichface]

[The stranger's dramatic cry of 'never!' just leaves Lup giggling behind the tree she's taken cover behind, her whole expression bright and gleeful while she remains ducked down, pressed close to the trunk.

This is the absolute most fun she's had in Hadriel so far, though blowing up mega sharks for Nathan Drake was definitely a close second. But being able to actually get out and do something active is just what Lup's needed the last few weeks. Her slender frame was tense but ready, her toes tingling in that delightful numb way they do when you've been kneeling in the same position for too long. She just feels alive.

Lup shifts just enough to give Atem a flash of her long braid behind the tree he's just shot at, the woman raising a hand to cup her mouth and call back at him.] Ouch! That the best you can do? Might wanna leave the shooting to the big girls, bud.

[puzzlingly]

「 There is not reply coming from this one at the taunt.

...but that sounds somehow familiar... huh?

He's got no time to dwell on that! He's gotta move! Now that he's located her, Atem risks to sprint from tree to tree, trying to get closer. If only he were a bit more used to well, being alive, you know, it would be easier, but he doesn't mind the pressure in his chest, his lungs begging for a bit more air nor the sweat on his forehead... Yeah, it's been a while, and while he wasn't exactly bodiless for the last years, this one is completely his, sure it feels lonely, it feels... different, but it feels... amazing...

Hell, this is fun! Much more fun than running away from giant beetles and ridiculous fires. If his afterlife could be just games, he might... not complain much. 」

The bigger they are--!

「 Surprise, bitch! He's closer than she might want him to be aiming at her with a huge grin on his face. 」

party party

[sciencelizard]

[Alphys is decidedly not in her element at any party, but she's not the type to ruin anyone's fun. It's been a while since this place had a real party- almost a year now, she thinks- that didn't involve a hefty amount of property damage. Still, she's content to stay by the food, honestly wondering if she could code a dimensional box here and just nix the whole table. She should work on that.

She's pretty lost in thought when Lup grabs her arm, letting out an involuntary yelp as shes not moving and then suddenly in motion until she realizes exactly why. She's sporting her brand new kigu, naturally in the shape of a cat with pink, fluffy ears.]

I d-don't-- I'm not very good at dancing!!

[restinglichface]

[Even dressed up all incognito as a cat, Lup would know the very distinct shape of Alphys anywhere. The elf doesn't address the other woman again until after she's dragged her straight past a few groups of other dancers, over to the corner to find a less crowded spot near the outer ring of the dance floor.

Though their friendship is still very new and Lup is awfully drunk (as her pink cheeks would suggest), she's still aware that dragging Alphys straight into the middle of a crowd was not going end well for either of them. So, even if it doesn't met her own standards for spots to dance, Lup shoots her friend a sharp, crooked grin when they arrive, eying her new attire up and down appraising.]

Love this! [she shouts over the music, before she's reaching for Alphys' hand, already starting to move to the beat.] C'mon, sis! Shake it!

[sciencelizard]

[To be fair, its awfully hard to be inconspicuous when you're one of like, maybe two people that has a tail in this city. She stumbles along after Lup, her cheeks flushing for a completely different reason (they're holding hands!!!!), but stands a little paralyzed when asked to do just about anything else.]

Well, I, I don't-- I mean, I'm not-- hhhhhhuuuuhhhhh okay!!

[She sure is wiggling. That's a start? On the whole, she tries to copy one of Lup's moves, smiling nervously towards her as if trying to see if Lup approves.]

ii

[survivorsguilt]

[Ellie goes easily, still riding the high of her win. She's snuck a couple of drinks in (not that anyone here seems to care too much, aside from Sweets) and feels pleasantly buzzed, just enough so that the self consciousness she normally feels about dancing is rather subdued.]

If you say so!

[restinglichface]

[Thank god that Ellie doesn't feel super self conscious about being seen dancing with Lup because the elf left all of her dignity behind nearly two centuries ago.

Ellie gets dragged out into the middle of the crowd, gently elbowing by people until she finds a space that seems to meet the elf's approval. But even once they're in place, Lup keeps holding Ellie's hand, attempting to spin the younger girl in a quick circle, her own hips already starting to sway to the beat.]

[survivorsguilt]

[Ellie apologises as they go, but through her laughter, it never sounds too sincere. Hopefully nobody minds too much.

She clings to Lup's hand like a lifeline; even with alcohol in her system, she'd feel lost without a partner. Spinning is easy enough, especially in sneakers, but her backpack catches and bumps against Lup as she goes, and Ellie calls out a noisy apology and raises her other hand to cover a grin.

There won't be any grace in this dance.]

party

[requiemshark]

[Ephemera wasn't planning on playing and he wasn't planning on dying, but the gods had other ideas. Because apparently wandering around in full armor means nothing in the face of magic paintball guns. So he lost. To Lup, which annoys him slightly less than a few other possibilities. But if he's going to suffer he's going to do so with alcohol and only resists a little when Lup goes for his arm.]

Hnn. No. I'm still mad at you.

[It's said lightly, though. Ephemera lifts his shot in salute.]

Nice aim.

[restinglichface]

[Ephemera resists, just barely needing to use his strength against the tinier woman, and Lup lets loose a sweet laugh, high and unrestrained, her cheeks pink and her expression bright and beaming. After the whole mess with the mirrors, Lup looks like she's back in her own element, ready to be the life of the party, dancing from man to woman to child, happy to engage anyone in a quick dance or conversation. Winning with her brother certainly helped, sure, but really, she's just delighted to be a real, genuine party.

So when Ephemera cheekily denies her, Lup laughs and sticks a tongue out at him. She's a classy lady.] No, you aren't! Like you could be mad at this face. I'm fucking adorable.

[Then he lifts his shot in salute and Lup releases his arm, only mimic the gesture back.] Thanks. Because of that, you can choose what we do first. Drinks or dancing? Cause you and I are so doing both, but if you need a little more liquid courage, I'm not going to stop you. [She probably doesn't need more booze, but like that's ever stopped her before.]

sharp shooter!!

[jocoeur]

( joker is actually keeping a safe distance from this one. though even he has to wince at the sound of that air horn... and where did that even come from anyway?? oh well, stranger things have happened, right...?

taking a chance on making his presence known, the phantom thief jumps down from one of the nearby trees, his own paintball gun at his hip as he seems to grin. )

Not one for stealth?

[restinglichface]

[Oh shit, it's her sweet criminal boy!

Akira pops down from a tree like he's a practiced rogue and Lup immediately meets his grin with one of her own, the paintball gun in hand falling to her side, a show of a (at least momentary) truce.]

Stealth's for thieves. Nothing about my magic is very stealthy. [Her fire is pretty much the opposite, really.] Besides, I like making an entrance. Makes it hard for anyone to forget me. [Which is a bit of a sore point lately, especially after the last event.] You, however, were clearly born for being sneaky. You make it work.

ii. post-paintball afterparty

[braveoff]

[ Like Lup, Drake made it to the end of the event, and has his shiny new gun tucked into his belt to show for it. He much rather would have been here with his friends, though... one of whom Lup managed to take out, apparently? He's already had his emotional reunions and several drinks by the time she grabs his wrist, and so goes easily even though he's still not quite the happiest about this whole situation.

He looks her over and quirks an eyebrow. ]

How'd you get so beaten up?

[restinglichface]

[If Drake isn't happy with her (or the situation, as it were), Lup doesn't seem to notice as she drags the man onto the dance floor, her cheeks pink from drinking and her expression positively beaming. This is where she belongs!

Though before she can start swinging to the beat, the man's question draws a quick laugh from her, the elf shrugging as if it was absolutely nothing.] May have fell out of a tree or two. It was totally worth it, though.