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

[hot_mes]

I've heard some say more than a year, closer to two. More than a year is already daunting enough, to think of being here and going through this cycle so many times.

[he nods idly to the confines of the coliseum around them, where people and monsters appear like clockwork. Well, once like clockwork - if it happens again next month, he'll be certain.]

[roseofthetyrells]

[she sounds dismayed]

Two years? How can anyone stand this place for two years? Does anyone ever leave?

[not that Margaery knows where she'd go if she did leave, she's dead on her home world]

[hot_mes]

[all these poor dead people...]

I don't know. I've read everything they've compiled for our general education, but there's some things not exactly covered. I've picked up some things by listening to people talk, I think some have simply disappeared.

[roseofthetyrells]

[Marg is hoping she finds someplace to go]

Disappeared? That doesn't exactly inspire confidence.

[hot_mes]

Maybe a poor choice of words, but I don't know enough yet to pick a better one.

[Law picks up his half-empty cup and looks into it. Good, still some booze left]

Would you rather mysteriously disappear back to whatever you were doing, or still be stuck here dealing with this bullshit?

[roseofthetyrells]

I died right before I came here, so I assume that if I go back, I'll go back to being dead. I'd prefer to avoid that if at all possible.

[hot_mes]

...you too, huh?

[it's not the first time someone has mentioned that. But he shakes his head quickly lest he be mistaken for one of the undead.]

There are others in that same situation. I've talked to a couple. Hell of an afterlife, this place.

[roseofthetyrells]

Yes. Me, too.

[she hasn't yet finished mourning herself]

It's better than no life at all. Though, I wish there were a few less monsters.

[hot_mes]

I suppose you have people to fight monsters for you. [the slightest shrug] Leave that to those of us with the experience. From what I can tell, as long as you stay away from this place or the caves, you should go without seeing any.

[roseofthetyrells]

Which I am very grateful for. I know nothing of fighting. And I plan to stay in the more populated areas. Though, I take it that you're one of the ones who know how to fight the monsters? You'd have to be, being a pirate captain.

[hot_mes]

Yeah. So far, they've been child's play for me.

[his sword is near at hand, he had it on him when the "game" ended, but it's too long to just keep on his person. It's resting against the wall a few feet from his seat.]

If the pattern holds true, they only show up in here when new arrivals also show, which is unfortunate for them. I'm not surprised residents flock to meet them, to get them out of here before they can be attacked.

[roseofthetyrells]

Then allow me to thank you for your assistance.

[Margaery wouldn't know what to do with a sword if you gave her one. ladies of Highgarden were taught to politic and be charming and persuasive, not how to bear arms]

Oh, is that how it works? No wonder why I had such ready assistance when I arrived.

[hot_mes]

I think so. I'd rather see it for myself, so give it a couple of weeks and I'd be able to say for sure that that's how it works.

[shaking his head slightly to brush off the thanks. He's not that nice.]

[roseofthetyrells]

A couple of weeks. I've been here nearly a month. That's hard for me to believe. I hope that the ones who come in after me have an easier time of it.

[he's still doing more to help newcomers than she is]

[hot_mes]

[call it a need for exercise, killing monsters works nicely]

Nearly two, for me, so. You aren't that far behind in seeing all the ways this place works. [he nods vaguely toward the confines of the coliseum around them] By now we've gotten enough of a look into the way the so-called gods behave, that seems to be the most important factor.

[roseofthetyrells]

[Margaery would prefer dancing for her exercise]

I suppose not. Soon we'll be just as jaded about this place as everyone else seems to be. And was it just me, or was Hope terribly unhelpful?

[hot_mes]

[that's aaaaalll you, Margaery - Law's in no hurry to ever be seen dancing with anyone ever]

Yeah. I can't figure if he was being deliberately obtuse or he really is that stupid. Either way, I'm not very impressed. But then... [with a shy sort of side-eye - he's not out to offend but he's aware sometimes things come out of his mouth and people don't like to hear them] ...I've never believed in gods in the first place.

[roseofthetyrells]

[but dancing is fun!]

I think it was deliberate. I don't think they trust us very much. They know that the manipulate us into following their whims, so why should we trust them? [arches an eyebrow curiously] To be frank, I'm not sure I do anymore, either. I was raised in the Faith of the Seven, but my brother and I had a. . . poor experience with its power structure.

[hot_mes]

[what is this fun you speak of]

All the same, I'm not in any hurry to risk our chances of survival and getting home. I don't know much about this force they're looking for aside from the fact that they can't follow through on any wild promises either. Damned if we do, damned if we don't.

[roseofthetyrells]

[fun: things you do because you enjoy them and/or are good at them]

How much do you know about this other force? I tried asking Hope and got no answers.

[hot_mes]

Only what was written in the guide. I spoke to one person about it, but the rest has been mostly eavesdropping on the phone. It sounds like there are some people who are so pissed off at the way the gods use us that they'd rather kill them, even if there's a good chance doing so will doom us all.

[he says it quietly, just in case there are any folks around assisting Hope with that interrogation, or the gods themselves invisibly eavesdropping]

[roseofthetyrells]

[she pitches her voice low and quiet to also avoid being listened in on]

I'm no friend of the gods, but even I realize that killing them would be foolish. We have no proof that the other force can actually do what they say they can. And as I mentioned, if I go back home, I go back to being dead. I'm best off staying here, at least for now.

[hot_mes]

Mm. Smart choice. [he really can't fault anyone for choosing life over death, really. Tattoos aside.

Law looks into his cup again and decides it's time for a refill.]

It bears keeping an eye on it, anyway. I won't be too happy if this place erupts into some kind of civil war over it.

[roseofthetyrells]

[Marg finds life infinitely preferable to death. life, even here, allows possibilities. death? all possibilities are gone]

Do you truly think it could go that far?

[hot_mes]

Anything's possible.

[such is his pessimism, regardless of whether he actually believes it possible at this point. Law gets up, waggling his cup]

I'm getting a drink. Want anything?