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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Comments

[puzzlingly]

[ Oh shi-- Atem needs to take cover, just in case the ricocheted paint gets him. Look at that cheater cheating! Were this a Shadow Game, he'd be so very screwed! But it is not, and so Atem curses loudly. ]

Trafalgar! You cheat!

[ When he considers himself safe, he leans on the edge, all grin and smiles. At least he's having fun. ]

What, are you not fond of pink?

[ You can bet the paint from his gun is one obnoxious pink color. Oh, yeah, he doesn't stop aiming at him. For now. ]

[hot_mes]

Not even remotely.

[dry and deadpan, as he stands there in the aura of his Room, waiting for the next volley.]

Is it really cheating to make the most of your own abilities?

[puzzlingly]

Technically...... tch, no.

[ He says with remains of that smirk. Ah, apparently he's the only one enjoying this. Not that it matters -- alt least not until Atem notices that Law is doing nothing but defend himself.

He lowers the gun. ]

But you are not even playing... Where is yours?

[hot_mes]

In my apartment. I'm not exactly a fan of firearms.

[it's been only about two months of real time since he'd had six or seven bullets in his body, after all. Kind of not something he wanted to risk repeating.]

But by all means, keep shooting. You'll just waste ammo.

[puzzlingly]

[ That does it. ]

I will not play with you if you don't have one. That would be cheating.

[ Hey, he has honor, gods messing with his head or not. ]

[hot_mes]

[not the time to smirk in his face, Law...]

By all means. You wouldn't want me to just deflect the paint back at you. I'd much rather look after my patients than run around with a paint gun.

[puzzlingly]

[ きさま…

Well that makes hims curious... even if he'd rather end this conversation and keep playing, because winning is everything! ]

Your patients?

[hot_mes]

[an idle toss of a thumb over his shoulder]

I found someone unconscious, with no visible injuries. I was in the middle of diagnosis when you so helpfully interrupted me.

[puzzlingly]

[ Law, wtf... ]

Your priorities are a little messed up. It's just paint... It wouldn't have killed you and you could still be with your patient.

[ And he would get to enjoy shooting this guy. ]

[hot_mes]

[wait whose priorities are messed up? He was treating an injury, geez!

So his best and most mature response to that sass is to give Atem a middle finger from a safe distance]

If it really is just paint, then go paint someone else. I have important shit to do.

[puzzlingly]

[ Cue laughter, seriously, all thieves... are the same... ]

It's not like I'm holding you, Trafalgar.

[ Here, you earned a shot at your feet! Careful with your shoes! ]

Get lost already!

[hot_mes]

[he steps back in time to avoid collateral splatter, and simply huffs before twisting his wrist and teleporting himself out of sight. His Room extends just inside the nearest building, he'll content himself with resting behind a wall until the life signs depart from his range.]