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.
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Dr. Lance Sweets | OTA

[lifetothefullest]

[Party | 29th]

[Lance is, honestly, pretty pleased with himself.

Already competitive to a fault at times, he wouldn't have needed the extra push to take part in the event, although it did help in overriding the concern brought on by the losers of the game seemingly going comatose; that part would've definitely deterred him otherwise, naturally competitive or not.

But now that it's turned out everyone is fine, and he's one of the winners, Lance is inwardly quite pleased with how this entire thing had gone. No one actually got hurt, he made it to the end, and he got a really nice prize and a slightly ridiculous looking trophy. Also there's food at this party, which is just an additional bonus.

So he's found a corner to set up in, removed from the busiest part of the arena but not completely isolated, most of his attention focused on the slightly ridiculous assortment of foods he's balanced on his plate. This is way easier than last time, at the banquet not long after he arrived, considering he's now healed by Brennan's use of Hope's blessing; he can much more easily balance the plate now that he doesn't have to worry about a bunch of broken bones.

Although someone else might break a bone if they're not paying careful attention, since his trophy is kind of a hazard where it's laying a few feet from him on the ground. He may or may not have accidentally kicked it and then not bothered to retrieve it yet; the food is way more interesting, after all.]

[64th]

[ Cashmere feels proud to have made it all the way to the end, even if it is just paintball. it's still a game, even it's not the Games. her competitiveness had kicked in and there was no way she wasn't going to make it to the end.

winning is less rewarding that she thought it would be, and Cashmere feels sort of listless. she wanders away from where most of the activity is happening, finding Lance keeping to himself (unless you count all the food). ]

Hey. [ she nods the the trophy on the ground. ] Congratulations? [ she's got a plate of food too, her gun safely stashed and using her own trophy as a cup. ]

[lifetothefullest]

[He looks up when she approaches, noting her own trophy and offering a small smile at her in greeting. She looks familiar but it takes a moment before it actually snaps into place that they'd spoken before, not long after he arrived, although he doesn't know her name.]

Thank you. It looks as though congratulations are in order for you too.

[64th]

My parents would be very proud. [ she lifts the trophy in a toast before taking a sip of the four-or-five glasses of champagne she poured in. ]

This whole everything seems suspiciously nice. Or is that just me?

[lifetothefullest]

[Honestly he thinks she has the right idea on how to use the trophies.]

It does seem suspiciously nice, but so did the event right after I arrived; there was a banquet then too, and a ball.

[And some other things? He doesn't completely remember, for a few reasons, but the point is that that event had just genuinely been nice. Hopefully this one is too and there isn't some final twist.]

[drabsolutelynot]

[Rosen, to no one's surprise, got eliminated fairly quickly, having survived the first day only because he had remained out of sight by working from home. However the second day he had needed groceries and alas, the predictable happened. But he doesn't mind, he is walking around the party with a potted chrysanthemum tucked under his arm fairly pleased with his consolation prize.

When he spots Lance and his ridiculous trophy he rolls his eyes and smirks: of course Lance would have made it to the end. He's both glad for it and a bit displeased with the knowledge that this means Lance now has a second firearm.

But he's pestered Lance enough about such things so for the time being he will applaud his victory]

I see congratulations are in order [He carefully steps around the trophy to get near to him]

Very impressive.

[lifetothefullest]

[Lance did not miss that eyeroll, okay. But he pretends he did, offering a smile that's genuine but still pretty smug all at the same time as Rosen approaches.]

Thank you. It looks like you got a more suitable reward for yourself than the grand prize would've been, though, so congratulations are probably equally in order to you also.

[After all, what would Rosen do with a gun? Or a kigurumi, for that matter, and he shouldn't really have the alcohol either. Some of the others would've been reasonable enough, but the flowers still seem like the best choice.]

[drabsolutelynot]

[Rosen chuckles, sitting in the seat next to Lance]

I was under no delusion that I would make it to the end. Though if by some joke I had I suppose I'd have just given the thing away.

[Most likely to someone who is definitely not you. Though who he has no idea. However since this is a scenario that would never come to pass there's little point to dwelling on it]

These are edible you know [His smile widens as he holds up his chrysanthemum] and current research suggests that chrysanthemums may be effective in battling certain strains of bacteria. They also make a delicious tea that is good for the eyes.

[So yes. He is very pleased with his prize]

[lifetothefullest]

[Lance glances over at him as he starts talking about the plant, much more interested in that Rosen looks genuinely excited about the thing than what it's medicinal uses are, although he does make mental note of those. Who knows if it might be useful in the future.

Still--]

What do they taste like?

[He thinks that's the important question here, as he takes a bite of a blueberry muffin. He's pretty sure that, no matter what the answer is, a flower doesn't hold a chance against a blueberry muffin.]

[notimpervious]

Those trophies are not terribly good prizes.

[Brennan does not announce her arrival or say a customary greeting, preferring instead to take a seat next to Sweets. Her own plate is not quite so full of food, and in addition to her bottle of scotch (which she has rested on her hip, almost like it's a baby, because it is practical) she has a tall glass of beer with her.

Once she's seated, she sets her plate on her lap, puts the scotch by her feet, and takes a sip of beer.]

I believe surviving an event like this one merits more than some useless symbol of victory. Also, congratulations are in order.

[lifetothefullest]

[He smiles at her as she sits down, glad to see her; even knowing she was probably fine after being taken out, he'd still been worried and had missed her. A few days sometimes feels like a long time here.]

Thank you.

[For the congratulations. He's pretty proud, honestly; sure, it's a completely pointless achievement and he's slightly embarrassed about the gods' compulsion being so strong on him, but on the other hand it's a really satisfying middle finger to everyone who treats him like he's weak and useless.

But those people honestly don't matter anyway, so whatever.]

The trophies are pretty terrible, honestly, but maybe we can use the metal for something good. They're not the only prize, though.

[He got something way better, and give him a second to set down his plate on the next seat and carefully pull the--honestly really pretty--new gun from his pocket.]

I also got two boxes of ammo, so that really effectively solves the bullet problem I was having.

[notimpervious]

[She nods. That's not a bad idea.]

What would you want made from it?

[The gun, though, is much better.]

Very impressive, and quite stylish as well. And much better than the trophy. For surviving as long as I did, I received a bottle of scotch.

[Just like that. No transition, no pause. She is pleased with her reward.]

Overall I would say it was quite enjoyable for an event.

[lifetothefullest]

I have no idea. I guess it depends what they're made out of?

[He's just trying to think of how to make something more practical out of them than what they currently are.]

A bottle of scotch is a pretty good prize, especially if it's real, good scotch.

[Most of the stuff at the speakeasy is only sort of comparable to more familiar alcohol, and Lance is not a fan of much of it. He's also been avoiding the place entirely for awhile now, so he thinks a bottle of scotch is actually a pretty great prize.

But that said, he doesn't put away his new gun, and instead hands it to her carefully.]

I already have a gun, so there's no reason to carry a second. We can split the bullets.

the 29th -- as agreed -- last call for paintballers!

[so_dark_a_road]

[ Curufin is skulking around the city center, paintball gun gripped in his hands, looking for people to ambush. He has a smile on his face and his eyes glow darkly. He hears a step and shrinks against the side of someone's house, peering around the corner with quick darts of his head and eyes. He lifts the gun.

Unfortunately, he probably gives away his position with a snerk. ]

[lifetothefullest]

[For the first time since getting to Hadriel, Lance's trauma induced hyper-awareness has been actually helping instead of just making him twitchy and anxious; it's been serving him well during this event, and this particular encounter is no exception.

He's cognizant of his latest step being louder than intended, due to a loose rock, and so he's on guard enough to indeed notice Curufin's reaction to it; he immediately ducks around the nearest corner, taking a moment to fire blindly around it in Curufin's direction. He doesn't for a moment think he'll hit, but it's more to provide cover than anything else.]

[so_dark_a_road]

[ Curufin hears the sharp snap of Lance's gun as it fires, and he ducks simultaneously. The paintball strikes the wall only a foot above his head, splatting its color onto the wall. He grins. ]

Nice shot, except you missed.

[unknowable]

[Adam has also chosen to make the most of this party by eating - trying as many different things as he can, over the time he's stuck here. His own cooking has gotten pretty boring, after all. Plus, it's nice not having to worry about scrounging for ingredients in the shops.

The rest of the party isn't really his thing. Not that he hasn't experienced this kind of stuff before - both high-class networking affairs and dumb teenage parties - but regardless of the setting, it's not really Adam's thing.

So he's got a plate of food in his hand. He actually just came over to say hello and get out of the way of people more interested in - well, partying. But the sight of the trophy, which he has to carefully step around, has his raising his eyebrows.]

You must be a great shot.

[lifetothefullest]

[He looks up from his own plate when he notices Adam approaching, giving him a small smile of greeting that turns slightly sheepish at the comment; he's never quite sure how to handle direct compliments.]

Thank you. I generally am, yes, although this competition was at least as much about avoiding being hit as it was about marksmanship.

[Which also made it a little more complicated and challenging, and so he's even more satisfied about winning even if he's not entirely happy about the compulsion part of it.

But that's a matter for a different time.]

How did you do?

[unknowable]

Better than I expected, considering.

[Since all he's ever had are a few casual lessons in shooting, and certainly nothing that would make him any good at doing it on the run or in scenarios like these.]

I lasted about three days. Dr. Brennan shot me.

[He grins a little. Adam had no ego wrapped up in this game - the competitive spirit got to him, but realistically he knows lasting three days actually is better than would be expected for someone like him. So he doesn't hold it against her, and he got some chocolates out of the bargain anyway.]

[puzzlingly]

「 Someone picks up that trophy and carefully dusts it from whatever it might have gotten on it while on the ground. 」

That's no way to treat your prize.

「 He gives the unknown guy a brief smile, placing the thing next to him. 」

Congratulations.

[lifetothefullest]

[Okay, Atem is probably right, and Lance is typically someone who doesn't minimize accomplishments even if he also doesn't usually brag about them. Still, despite how pleased he is about winning, for some reason he's also a little hesitant about the trophy; it just seems overly self-congratulatory, and he hasn't quite figured out why just yet.

But the gesture is still nice, and he smiles at Atem in both appreciation and greeting.]

Thank you. How did the competition go for you?

[puzzlingly]

Got cheated on.

「 He shrugs a little, trying not to look too butthurt about the fact that he lost at something, it still stings, he was doing so fine! But he turns around if only slightly, just to show off the blue leather jacking hanging from his back. 」

Not too bad, though.

[mismanagement]

[For her part, Maketh declined to participate. There's no point in feeding Rage anymore than absolutely necessary and she's careful enough to avoid getting murdered. In some ways, it's just like being back in the Academy.

Those were dangerous times. But enlightening.

She's observing the party with a frown, toting a bottle of whiskey around when she spots the trophy.

And it's proud owner.]

You seem quite pleased with yourself, Doctor Sweets.

[Maketh is not.]

[lifetothefullest]

[Lance glances up at the comment, attention having been entire focused on his food and a newly acquired beer, and raises his eyebrows slightly at her.]

You seem less pleased.

[He says it evenly, genuinely unbothered; his mood is too good--or at least too calm--to be agitated by Maketh's presence. Not yet, anyway.]

[mismanagement]

Your powers of observation, are, as always, a credit to your profession.

[She doesn't yell. Her voice is perfectly even, if perhaps a bit sharper than usual.]

I expect this from some here. I had hoped for better from you.

[She eyes his trophy with displeasure.]

Was there a particular reason you decided to risk the lives of the people here, Doctor Sweets?