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.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well
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Comments

Annabeth Chase | OTA

[yearrounder]

I. Sept 25-26
[If there's anything demigods are good at, it's competitions like this. And you know what else helps? An invisibility cap. So things like shooting at people from cover suddenly become really easy. At least Annabeth got to keep it when she showed up. This is probably the most use she's gotten out of it in a long time. And for something as ridiculous as paintball.

Of course, knowing how the place works, it's probably like Super Deadly Death Paintball. Makes dodging other peoples' shots a little more urgent. Helps too, when someone aims toward a sound or if she misses and they shoot back at where she was.

Practice, and all that. And she's never been that fond of guns.]


II. Party
[Oh, it's over? She was having fun. At least somebody seems to have known that and put a party at the end. Even if she's just slightly uncomfortable and standing off to one side, watching the rest of the guests and trying to figure out what exactly she's supposed to do. It's not like she's never been

[muchadoabout]

[Nothing is not good at competitions or sporting events in general. He was the type of kid who'd hide a book behind his baseball glove if he bothered to show up to P.E., the type of kid who had no interest in seeing how he measured up against others.

This time was different, although he didn't really understand why. From the moment he'd picked the gun up he'd wanted to use it and the idea of stopping seemed unthinkable. He was fast and he was quiet, which served him well. It was the outshooting people that was an issue and so he's taken to finding high ground or a good hiding place and doing his best to snipe the players going by. In other words: camping.

The area Annabeth was in sure looked deserted, and Nothing wandered through it gun propped against his shoulder as he scanned the horizon looking for a good spot.]

[yearrounder]

[What is he doing? Wandering around right in the open? That's a great way to get shot. Killed, too, if this had been a more dangerous game. Although, judging by the way people fell over when they got hit, maybe they were being killed. She really could not say. Not yet anyway.

She did struggle a little with deciding what she was going to do--that stupid overly competitive feeling, plus her own competitiveness (if this were Camp, she'd have shot without asking questions) but eventually she ducked behind a wall and pulled her cap off so she could peek over it at the boy with an exasperated look on her face.]

What are you doing? Get behind something at least.