hadriel_logs | 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!

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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[The voice on the other side of the room is quiet and timid... which is exactly what someone who was about to shoot Carey would want her to think. She continues the conversation without revealing herself.]

Alright, cool. We're on the same side here. How about on the count of three we step out of our aisles, hands in the air. I wanna see you an' make sure you don't pull anything.

[She absolutely does not plan to keep her hands in the air.]

[Okay, she just... they can talk. She says hands in the air, and she shifts the gun just a little so it rests down by her hip. Not that she's much of a quick-draw, but... well, you never know.]

Okay. I, I s-swear, I'm not... okay.

[She sets down the bag of what she's found so far, and shuffles to the corner.]

On, uh, on three.

[She counts, and sure enough, she steps out on the count, hands up, tail flat on the ground, actually looking pretty dang scared.]

[Carey turns on three, except she's got her gun pointed at Alphys when they both round the corner. She's quick to lower it, however, when she sees Alphys with her hands up. So she wasn't lying, huh. Carey feels bad about being so quick to judge. ...But only a little bad.]

Sorry—I won't shoot. [She lets go of the gun, allowing it to hang in front of her by the strap around her shoulder.] Let's just... get what we came for and get outta here, yeah?

[She jumps just a bit with a tiny squeak as she sees Carey with the gun, certain she's just fallen for the other woman's trick. Thankfully, Carey's nice, and doesn't immediately nail her. That being said, though, she gets her in another way, Alphys' eyes going a little wider as she takes in what Carey looks like. She doesn't know any more lizard monsters in the Underground, but maybe...]

W-Wait, I-- are you a Monster? From the Underground?

[She'd been too concerned with staying alive that she doesn't even notice their similarities until Alphys says something about it.]

I don't know what you're talking about—You mean the Underdark? Nah, I'm not from there. And I certainly don't think of myself as a monster.

[Had "monster" come from a humanoid, she'd have been offended, but.] Is that what you call yourself? A monster?

[Oh. She can see the terminology crashing immediately, clasping her hands and shrinking back a little. She had just thought-- maybe someone else from home. Maybe someone else who understood. She averts her eyes a little, suddenly embarassed.]

N-No, I mean yes, its the name of my, uhm... my race. I thought, uh-- I mean, you don't see a lot of nonhumans here.

[Just a dumb guess.]

Sorry. I didn't mean to offend you.

No—no, you didn't offend. You don't seem like a monster to me. Where I come from a monster is—you know. Like—

[The fact that this woman accepts being called a monster breaks her heart. Especially considering how similar they are.]

A creature, you know? Something that only knows how to hurt things. Something... I guess, unintelligent. I mean, maybe they use it a little differently where you're from, but... [She huffs.] If I find out who's been callin' you that I'll give 'em a good smack.

[She's already decided that this girl is gonna be her friend. She reaches a hand out for a shake, to show that she means no harm.]

I'm Carey.

[She puts her hands out in front of her, waving them fervently, a little flustered.]

N-No, it's not-- it's okay, it's just the name of-- I mean, it's the scientific name for my species, it's okay!!

[She blushes deeper, ducking her head a bit, but tucking it upward when Carey introduces herself, meekly providing her own hand in turn.]

Alphys. Dr. Alphys, uh, t-technically, but just Alphys is fine.

Event Log: Party Royale

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