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hadriel_logs2017-09-22 11:43 am
hadrielmods) wrote in hadriel_logs2017-09-22 11:43 am
Entry tags:
- !event,
- 9s,
- abigail hobbs,
- angus mcdonald,
- armitage hux,
- atem,
- carlisle longinmouth,
- chris,
- curufin,
- delmar,
- dr. lance sweets,
- dr. temperance brennan,
- ellie,
- george lass,
- harlan halliday,
- henry percy,
- inquisitor trevelyan,
- irisviel von einzbern,
- jo harvelle,
- kravitz,
- lup,
- maketh tua,
- margaery tyrell,
- mello,
- michael munroe,
- nathan drake,
- nick rivenna,
- nick valentine,
- nico di angelo,
- oscar,
- prussia,
- raidou kuzunoha,
- rey,
- saber,
- terrence ephemera/sharkface,
- trafalgar law,
- tucker
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!
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.
2, tucker only
[ 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. ]
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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.]
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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. ]
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Tucker pops up just a hair, enough that he can see over the roof ledge and point the gun toward where he thinks those shots came from. Now he's just gotta lure her out again...]
Well, too bad. Don't be greedy now and steal it.
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[ Nothing like a little friendly competition.
She peers out from her hiding spot just a fraction to potentially see where he's shooting from himself. It's only a minor peek but likely enough for him to spot her head of golden hair. ]
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Uh-huh, keep talkin'.
[He squeezes off a few rounds.]
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[ followed promptly by a swear considered blasphemous, which is ironic but sums up her frustration well as she ducks of the line of his shots. She doesn't go down just yet so she guesses she didn't get hit, even with paint splatter. Nice.
Still. What is this guy? Obviously not human or she would've taken him out by now. But she knows where he's shooting from and wastes no time in popping back into sight and opening fire on him. Only, uh-
She runs out of ammo about two shots in. ]
Well, fuck.
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Tentatively, he looks up. And then he grins and slides into view.]
Aw, too bad. Better luck next time?
[And unless she moves, he's gonna let her have it.]