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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
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► If you fall and break your neck or something because you can't die in paintball, please let us know here.
Delmar | OTA
[Delmar, despite all outward appearances and wide-eyed naiveté, is surprisingly skilled with a gun and has a strong need to endure and survive. Having spent years in the European campaign during the war, Delmar lived with a gun as his extra limb longer than he would have ever wanted to but more than long enough to feel at ease using one. He will not actively pursue anyone, taking a live and let live approach as best he can despite the circumstances, but if he feels he is in danger he will not hesitate to shoot and his aim will be accurate.]
(ooc : if you'd like yours to be shot by Delmar please feel free, but I am not volunteering him for getting shot)
II. Party
[Well, it's a useful prize in a cave full of monsters... or at least that is what Delmar is trying to tell himself in a bid to be positive about it. He doesn't want to be ungrateful, he was given a present after all and guns certainly are expensive and rare in a place like this, but oh how he would have liked one of those teddy bears or flower pots instead. They seemed quite lovely.
Delmar turns the gun a moment or two more in his hands before tucking it into his satchel and turning his attention to a modest plate of pork chop and applesauce - a classic comfort food meal. His favorite. While he feels no pride or triumph in having survived to the last day, he certainly feels gratitude for familiar food. His eyes even shine a bit as he realizes just how much he missed eating things that he recognizes.
He will do his best to greet people with his shy but chipper 'hello' but of course not if he has a mouth full of food, that would be very rude.]
II
Hey, man. Got something for you.
[He sets his teddy bear prize on the table.] Maybe he can be a friend for the lamp guy you got.
[Harlan would also suggest Frankensteining this bear's head onto lampbear but he's pretty sure Delmar would be horrified at the thought.]
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Oh hello, you! I was beginning to be very wor--
[He stops and blinks at the bear before turning bashful, reaching for it shyly]
--for me? Really?
[Delmar certainly does like it very much, but-]
Are you sure? Its your prize...
[For dying on the first day. Don't you want that commemorated??]
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[He's a little bitter, but mostly he's just laughing about it now. He's glad Delmar likes the bear. Harlan knew he would.]
My cat would just tear it up in a couple of hours, anyway. That'd be a terrible fate for this guy.
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[Delmar pouts a little for the sake of the bear's feelings and takes it up, settling it in his lap and patting its head]
I know! I will call him Harlan Jr. Or, maybe Harley for short... so we know which one of you I am talking about.
[He folds his hands over the bear's belly, holding it snuggly against himself. Yes. Delmar is very pleased with his gift. That is until he remembers something and his thoughts get instantly sidetracked]
Oh yes! That reminds me, I was afraid of leaving the poor dear alone so your cat has been staying with me at my apartment. I hope that's alright. She misses you something terrible.
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Sure, if you insist. I guess Harley's kind of cute. [A reality where this bear gets talked about in a way that might lead to name confusion is baffling but so very Delmar. You do you, bud.]
Oh, shit, seriously? [He brightens.] Thanks, man. I was, uh... Well, Hayden can barely feed himself. I was worried. She wasn't too much trouble, was she?
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Oh no, no she wasn't too much trouble. She does enjoy playing with my scarves though...
[He's managed to save most of them but one in particular is a lost cause. It's hers now.]
..and the furniture...
[He thinks he can fix that. Pretty sure. Maybe.]
But I was glad to have the company. [He smiles then, a genuine smile] She is very sweet. [Destructive. But sweet]
Would you like to come over and pick her up now? I made her a little fort in the bathtub when I left to come here.
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Shit, sorry. I'd offer to replace anything she's fucked up but it's a free for all here. You don't want me picking out scarves for you, anyway.
[He's bad at accessorizing.]
...Wait--we can leave? Since when? [He shoots up immediately. He wants to go home so bad.]
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[Being left alone can be awful, after all. Delmar knows.]
Well I don't see why we couldn't. The game is over....
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[Unfortunately this also means he'll need to duck through the crowd again to find the exit. Goddammit. He's impatient.]
Hey, you want to see something cool?
[Magic time.]
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Of course I would!
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[He doesn't actually need to touch Delmar for this, but he reaches for the other man's sleeve anyway. Teleporting for the first time is always disorienting, and it'll probably be way worse since Delmar doesn't have magic in his world. Once he's got a firm grasp on Delmar's shirt, Harlan Dimension Doors them to the coliseum entrance. He could go farther, but he's not entirely convinced that they're allowed to leave yet and he doesn't want to accidentally hurt his buddy. HH has teleported himself into solid rock more than once, and it's a bad time.
As far as Delmar's aware, there's a slight tingling sensation as Harlan latches onto his sleeve, and then it's like his body evaporates into fog for a split second, and then they're standing on the other side of the room. Easy peasy. Harlan lets go.]
Abracadabra. [He shoots Delmar some finger guns.]
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[Delmar had opened his mouth to ask 'Why would I freak out?' but sound barely got to leave his throat before his own body is GONE?!?!?! and then it has reappeared on the entire opposite end of the coliseum. For a long moment he is left staring unblinkingly forward, teddy bear clutched in a vice grip against his chest.]
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You alright? Guess I should've given you more warning.
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[Give him a second for his brain to come back, Harlan. His fingers flex and unflex in the plush of Harlan Jr. before Delmar very abruptly straightens and turns on a dime to look at Harlan directly.]
That was ASTOUNDING!
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Right? Magic is great. Saves me from having to haul my ass up seven fucking flights of stairs every day.
[Why did he pick an apartment on the seventh floor that was such a bad idea...]
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But Harlan what about exercise?
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[Fact.]
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[His eyes go wide as dinner plates]
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No, not really. It was a joke. I get enough exercise hauling ass around NYC on the daily, anyway.
[Which... doesn't apply here... but still, let him live.]
You just reminded me that i never answered this one /ded
[He chuckles]
Of course. I should have known that. Otherwise you'd be over twice your size, Harlan.
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Holy shit, Del. That's cold. Didn't know you had it in you.
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Oh! You're cold?
[He begins shrugging off his coat]
Here you can borrow my coat...