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.

Comments

Tucker | Mostly Open!

[nowherewolf]

1. The A Team; Closed to Kyna

[Tucker picks up the paintball gun and instantly knows what he has to do. He's got the skills to win, but he's also got a bff who knows invisibility spells. Of course they're going to team up and dominate this shit. And if he maybe has to betray her in the end to be the ultimate winner THEM'S THE BREAKS, K.

He sends her a text that morning.]

u know what we gotta do, right?

2. There Can Be Only One; Open to All

a. Kyna + Tucker Both

[For most of the event, Tucker and Kyna will be working as a team. She'll use her magic, and he'll use his stealth and gun skills. Between invisibility, teleporting, and wolf-like senses, they're going to make a formidable alliance.

When they're together, they'll move under Kyna's invisibility spells, but that unfortunately doesn't make them silent. Maybe you'll hear faint breathing, or a brief shuffle. Or maybe you can sense them some other way? Better move fast!]

b. Tucker Only

[At times, whether it's to flank another paintballer or get supplies, they'll be forced to split up. And then on the 27th, Kyna is going to go and get herself shot. When alone, Tucker will be sticking to rooftops, or to the shadows where his enchanted cloak lets him blend in easier. He's hard to get the jump on, but you're welcome to try. If you do encounter him, it's likely you won't know he's there until you're suddenly fired upon from above. Is he on the roof, or is he peeking out a window? You should probably hide either way.]

3. Potluck; Open!

[Tucker winds up surviving the paintballs of fury, only to find out it was a stupid setup for a dumb party. Whatever!!! It's not like he was worried or anything!

After making his way into the colosseum and receiving his gun-prize, Tucker's headed straight for the eats and the drinks. No way is he turning down food that isn't canned.

You'll find him with an entire plate of turkey meatballs balanced on one hand, the other pouring a stiff drink. He's trying to pretend he's in a better mood than he is, so he'll strike up a conversation with anyone who approaches.]

So, how long did you last?

2, tucker only

[hasitsthorns]

What the absolute fuck!

[ So eloquent. So lady-like. Yes, that would be Rosie. Thanks to her deal with Hope, she's a bit more aware than she otherwise would be. It's been useful for this event especially. ]

C'mon, dude, sniping is a low blow, [ she calls out, to whoever had almost gotten her just moments ago. She's been doing so well, too. ]

[nowherewolf]

[Shit. Missed. This one's a little quicker than most of the others.]

Hey, you know what they say: all's fair in love and war. You're just mad I thought of it first.

[If he can keep her shouting, he can keep tabs on where she's at. So much for "cheaters never prosper".

Tucker slinks along the rooftop, hoping to get a new position. If whoever this is figures out his current one, he might have to worry about return fire.]

[hasitsthorns]

[ Even when her powers are dampened, Rose's strength has always been speed. She wasn't as strong but she was quick and fast; not just on her feet, but in her mind as well. She's already thinking of ways to get out of this situation, running routes and scenarios in her head.

She slowly skulks behind dilapidated building bits for just a bit before aiming for the direction that the original shot had come from and firing. He's already moving by that point but it's not too terribly far off still. If nothing else, maybe a little too close for comfort. ]

Only a little, [ she finally shouts back. ]

1!

[evocation]

[Kyna knows exactly what they have to do. Or, more accurately, she knows Tucker's her only shot.]

kick everyone's asses and win?

[nowherewolf]

[Damn straight.]

abso-fuckin-lutely
where u wanna meet up?

[evocation]

i don't know. where are we least likely to get shot?

potluck

[toiletseat_girl]

[George lasted long enough to get a cool leather jacket she's waiting for Tucker to finish pouring his drink because she's got dibs after him]

Long enough to get this [gestures to the jacket]. So I guess I did okay. How 'bout you?

[nowherewolf]

[He sets the bottle down and lifts his dumb trophy off the table. It'll be nice for bragging rights, but what is he gonna do with this thing?]

Long enough to get this. [He holds it up.]

Nice jacket, though. [He gestures to his own, which he brought to Hadriel with him. Obviously you're now one of the fashionable people, George.]

[toiletseat_girl]

[George picks the bottle up and pours herself a drink as she eyes up the trophy]

Nice. It's kinda big, though. Where're you gonna put it?

Thanks. Green is my favorite color. [she would laugh so much to hear herself described as "fashionable"]

2b -- Tucker only

[so_dark_a_road]

[ Curufin is slinking alongside a dwelling in the city center, keeping to the darkest side of the house. This location has been a rich source of opponents, as everyone has to cross the city sometime, and a lot of people live here or shop here. He stands still and listens quietly, his sharp Elven ears picking up the smallest sounds. His eyes gleam in the shadows, with humor and with something a little darker and more mischievous.

But what's this? -- a sound from the roof? ]

[nowherewolf]

[Tucker thinks he hears movement down below, but whoever it is, they're sneakier than most. They've gotten much closer than he'd like.

He's been staking out this spot on top of what used to be a clothing store, sniping at anyone who comes through. Usually he sees them long before they see him, but not this time. He shifts enough to scattershot some paintballs over the edge of the roof, hoping whoever's down there isn't fast enough to move out of the way.]

[so_dark_a_road]

[ Curufin hears Tucker's body shift, and he springs out of the way just in time to avoid the first of the paintballs. The roof doesn't have much of an overhang, so it doesn't provide much cover for the Elven warrior. He runs quietly along the side of the house, turns the corner and runs a little further.

That guy up there is a clever adversary. He's got the advantage as long as he stays on the roof, and so Curufin needs to find better cover -- and also to trick him into showing himself, if possible.

The buildings are clustered together, and there is another shop not far away. The Elf steps out just a little way, hoping Tucker hasn't followed the sound of Elvish feet half-way round the house. He fires a shot over the roof. It probably won't hit the man, but it might cause him to duck, in which case Curufin will have time to run to better cover. Or it might cause him to scramble to take another shot at the Elf, in which case, with luck, some part of him will be silhouetted against the sky for an instant. ]

3

[ghostlocked]

[Harlan is also in the process of pouring himself a stiff drink, but then JT opens his fucking mouth. He very pointedly looks down at the bear tucked under his arm and then back up at Tucker with the most unimpressed glare of all time.]

Shut up, asshole.

[nowherewolf]

[This disrespect???]

Wow, what the fuck? We got a sore loser over here.

[ghostlocked]

No I'm not. [yes he is.] I just don't want to hear your bragging.

2b! before the 26th

[dedikated]

( The rooftops are a good spot to pick people off, but it seems she's not the only person to have figured that out. It's more crowded up here than Kate's used to it being, but she finds a spot she thinks is clear, with a nice lip to look out on. She can pick people off here, one shot at a time.

Of course, shooting generally makes noise, and as Kate aims for someone down below, there's a nice, attention-catching bang of a gun.

Sitting ducks, as they say? )

[nowherewolf]

[Another person on the roofs isn't exactly unexpected, but Tucker doesn't like it all the same. He wishes people would stop stealing his idea??? Get your own sniper nest, you crumbs.

He's focused in on someone down on the streets, but then someone else takes them out before he lines up the shot. Someone else who definitely sounds like they were on the next building over. Excuse you???

He swivels, trying to get eyes on whoever it is. Ah, there you are. He can't see enough of the person shooting, but he can see the end of their gun. He decides to let off a few shots in that direction to see if he can get them moving.]

[dedikated]

( Excuse you she has seniority here, thank you very much. A second trip to this hellhole has to be worth something in this game. Like priority on her favourite travelling tracks as a base of operations.

The paint pellets that come flying towards her area do manage to do their job, getting Kate to dart and roll out of the way with exceptional quickness - hey, a woman's gotta use that superhuman speed and agility for something and this is definitely a fitting something. She doesn't intend on losing, especially not when this is such good practice for the day the Null decide to invade, because knowing Kate's luck, the Null will probably decide to invade.

She tucks herself behind the lip of the wall which faces the direction the shots came from, peeking over quickly to fire off a couple of return warning shots. ) Y'mind gettin' your own place?

( The rooftops are hers, thanks. This might end up being a matter of pride. )

3

[anoshe]

[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.

[nowherewolf]

[Tucker looks over at the unusual answer and squints. Oh shit, yeah, he totally shot Rhy. Or did Kyna shoot him? Eh, it gets hazy after a bit.]

Whoops, my bad.

[His expression says he totally does not think it was his bad.]

[anoshe]

That's all right. I'd say you owe me a drink, but -

[He shrugs, raises his glass.]

They're all free.

2b or not 2b (but actually 2b)

[leashed]

[He's managed to last this long on his survival skills and military tactics- Rome thinks that he may have a shot of winning it all. Not that he's entirely sure why he wants to win, but there's determination there, and he's never been one to back down from what he feels is his duty.

So he's here, tracking down the scent of a creature that seems familiar, and yet... difficult to pin down. It takes him some time before he finally locates the rooftop that Tucker is in, and even longer before he makes his way upward himself, climbing the stairs slowly, carefully, and keeping himself ducked behind cover.

When he peeks around the corner though, he doesn't see anything particularly out of the ordinary, but he knows that someone- likely Tucker, if he's catching the scent right- is here. He sits there, waiting, listening for any sudden sounds or shift of movement that might imply that the other wolf is on the move or that he's been spotted. Either way, he makes sure that he's ready.]

a thousand years later

[nowherewolf]

[Tucker's camping strategy has worked out well so far, even with the occasional trespasser on the rooftops. If he keeps his cloak hood up, people generally pass right over him, and he's been alternately picking them off or chasing them away as needed. But this time's a little different.

He hears someone coming up the stairs, and he backs into the shadow cast by a peak on the roof. He leans around to watch, and sees, of fucking course, Rome peek out of the stairwell.

Naturally. The one person that can smell him, even if he's semi-invisible. Tucker wills Rome to leave, but that doesn't happen. Rome isn't dumb. Too bad.

Tucker thinks it might be smarter to retreat for now, wait until he can meet back up with Kyna to go after someone like this. But in order to be able to do that, he'll need to come out of hiding.

After a deep breath, he whips around the corner, into the light- and therefore out of the concealing dark. He pops into view like a camouflaged animal in the woods, unseen until it moves. He fires off a couple quick shots for cover and darts toward the edge of the roof. Bye.]

laughs sadly

[leashed]

[Rome is... a little dumb, but not quite dumb enough to leave just by the force of Tucker's will. He's also not dumb enough to stay still when he sees movement out of the corner of his eye- Rome springs into action the moment he takes note of the motion, taking care to avoid the wild shots before honing his focus.

He recognizes Tucker immediately and the scent makes much more sense. All he has left to do is follow it and he does, zeroing in on the other man like a predator zeroes in on its prey.

He follows, gun out, using his free hand to vault over the edge of the roof after Tucker. Rome lands hard on his feet, shooting toward the other (sort of) werewolf. He's not generally a competitive sort, but this- this is serious.]