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
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If you fall and break your neck or something because you can't die in paintball, please let us know here.

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Angus McDonald / ota!

[hellosirs]

Paintball!
[ Angus wakes up to a paintball gun sitting on his pillow like a Candlenights present, and over the course of the next week, two things become very apparent:

1) Angus, while as polite and well-mannered as ever, has a competitive streak that rivals his adult coworkers (especially when that competitive streak is fueled by the gods).

2) Back home, Angus had a reputation as the World's Greatest Detective, and a legit career to back it up. He solved murder mysteries for a living and did consultation work for local militias, he even had experience participating in SWAT teams. He knows how to use ranged weaponry, how to sneak up on people, and how to quickly adapt to new situations.

Suffice to say, Angus McDonald, Boy Detective is a great shot, and he's really friggin' good at paintball. He's mostly acting as a sniper, casting Silence on himself and staying close to Lup and Taako as their secret weapon (an alliance had been formed early on!), but every now and then, he'll duck out by himself to raid one of the shops for supplies. He won't start anything with anyone who approaches him (and may even play up the 'I'm-just-a-little-boy' routine if it'll get him out of a scrape), but he won't stick around to get shot at, either! ]


Party!
[ Angus isn't much of a party animal. Surviving his first 'event' here was certainly worth celebrating, and he's glad that everybody's okay, but he wasn't expecting to win an actual gun at the end of this, WHAT THE HECK. Over the course of the night, he can be found either surreptitiously trying to find a garbage can to drop his prize into (and looking extremely guilty and nervous while he searches), or hanging out by the snack table, watching the rest of the party while munching down on some pretzels.

Much later, he can be found resting in one of the side rooms, because holy hell he is eleven years old and this is definitely past his self-enforced bedtime. ]

Wildcard!
[ Whatever you like! Angus is surviving the whole way through, hit me up on sonopants if you'd like to plot anything! ]

party!

[fliplizard]

[Carey's been here a few days at this point, so she's had time to shift from trauma mode into party mode. She's feeling a whole lot better now. When she sees Angus, she realizes she's only seeing him now that the "event" seems to be over, which can only mean one thing—]

Angus McDangus! You made it all the way to the end! I'm proud of you, little guy! [She raises a hand for a high-five.]

[hellosirs]

Thank you, Miss Fangbattle!

[ Angus gives her a big gap-toothed grin and goes in for that high-five, because unlike three dudes he knows who shall remain unnamed, she isn't the type to jerk her hand away at the last minute and go 'too slow!' ]

I teamed up with Taako and Lup, I was a sniper!

[fliplizard]

[Of course Carey would never pull away like one of those unnamed jerks. She actually appreciates Angus.]

Please, Angus, call me Carey. "Miss Fangbattle" makes me feel old. [Carey says this with a grin, so he'll know she's not offended.

She raises an eyebrow at the sniper comment, impressed.] I didn't know you could handle a shooting weapon! But you are pretty good with a wand. So I shouldn't be surprised, huh?

[hellosirs]

Right! Sorry Ma-- [ his mouth snaps shut, as he barely holds back a 'Ma'am'. ] Sorry! Carey. Force of habit.

I used to have a miniature wrist-mounted crossbow, before I joined the Bureau! I mean, I still have it? Had it. But I didn't really need it for stuff on the moon, and I didn't have it with me when I got here, but the basic principles are still the same, sort of!

[fliplizard]

No worries, little dude. You'll get it eventually.

I gotta say, Ango, that's super cool. [Now Carey seems a little distracted, maybe even a little impatient. She angles their conversation away from the party and lowers her tone.]

Sooo, Ango, I noticed you tryin' to slip this guy into the trash. [She lifts his prize gun from the inside of her Brand New Red Leather Jacket, just briefly enough to show him that it's there, and slips it back away.] What's that about?

[hellosirs]

[ World's Greatest Detective or not, Angus has no pokerface, and his eyes practically bug out of his head at the sight of that gun! ]

Wha-!! W-when did you--?!

[ Wait, nevermind, Carey's a rogue, that question answers itself. ]

Um... I don't really want it or need it? I mean--! Crossbows are one thing, but these seem a lot worse, and I don't actually want to kill anybody. I thought Taako and Lup might start fighting over it if they found out I was gonna get rid of mine.

party

[occupiesvitalregions]

[Is that kid trying to throw a gun away what the fuck]

Hey! What the hell're you doing?

[hellosirs]

[ Angus gives a guilty start and whirls around, almost dropping the (thankfully unloaded!) pistol in his surprise. ]

I-I was just...! I didn't think they were gonna give these things out as prizes, sir!

[occupiesvitalregions]

Are you nuts? You can't just throw away a gun! Those things are worth their weight in gold around here! Don't tell me you tossed the ammo in there too?!

[Prussia rushes over to look inside the trashcan. Precious bullets, where are you?]

[hellosirs]

N-no! I didn't! I--!

[ the ammo is hidden in the pockets of his coat, but that's confidential information! ]

I didn't think saying 'who wants a free gun' in a room full of hyped-up partygoers who have just spent the last week shooting at each other was a very good idea, sir!

[occupiesvitalregions]

Well you-- [The kid has a point. Still, this was unacceptable.] You could have just, uh, held on to it for later or something! The next time monsters get out of the caves or coliseum, you'll be thinking about that perfectly good gun you threw away. Hold on to it. Or at the very least, trade it. Plenty of people got like, houseplants or animal pajamas that I'm sure would be up for that.

[Wait a tic. How'd he even win this prize?]

How'd you even win this if you don't like guns? Did you just hide all week or something?

[hellosirs]

Nosir. [ Angus shakes his head, reluctantly shoving the pistol into his pants pocket. ] If I'd done that, I would have won a rubber ducky.

[ It should be difficult to say 'rubber ducky' with such solemnity, but Angus manages it! ]

I'm actually a very good shot, and I teamed up with some friends, but I'm... not really into the idea of actually killing people, and the paintballs weren't lethal rounds. Nobody actually got hurt. I don't think I would have been quite so intent on winning under normal circumstances, either.

paintball;

[restinglichface]

[This is the dream team.

Lup had always believed that her and Taako alone were the best team combination across the universe, fully in-sync with their movements and thoughts, casting spells in tandem, Taako tentacling people while her evocation magic took them out. But now they have Angus McDonald, the tiniest, quietest sniper in the world, and suddenly this is so much better.

The kid manages to take out yet another unsuspecting opponent, leaving Lup cackling as the stranger's body collapses to the ground. (They are fine, she's already come to realize. Just, y'know, getting their z's on.) The rest of the clearing is quiet and calm, so Lup doesn't hesitate in throwing Angus a thumbs up and addressing him. He's fast on his feet and so small, he's probably safe to come down and take a breather with her.] You haven't missed a single shot! How the hell does a kid detective get to become so good with guns?

Re: paintball;

[hellosirs]

[ Despite Angus's inner Fancy Lad yelling at him to be more careful, this isn't like you, you should be more concerned about these seemingly comatose victims!, Angus is having fun in a way that he doesn't usually get to experience. Teaming up with the twins and using his detective brains for strategizing and sniping is a unique, thrilling challenge, and once the effects of the event wear off, he'll probably be horrified by his career change from Boy Detective to Boy Paintball Assassin, but for now he's actually having fun!

At the sound of Lup's voice, Angus thumps to the ground in a silent flurry of leaves and broken twigs. Climbing trees isn't his forte, and neither is getting down from them, but at least he was totally quiet the whole time! He dusts himself off, adjusts his sweatervest, and is halfway through answering Lup before he remembers to dispel Silence properly. ]

It's just aiming, focusing, and clicking, Ma'am! I used to have a mini-crossbow, the guardsmen in the Rockport and Neverwinter Militias would let me use their practice range sometimes.

... You're absolutely 200% sure that these guys are okay?

one day ill remember my FUCKING tagins

[pocketspa]

[Taako's still recovering from laughing at the sucker who thought he could take his squad, manifesting in a cocky little dance over their limp form. Man, this is so much better. Tres horny boys who? More like tres taaco shooters, kickin' butt, taking names.

Speaking of taking names, Taako's reaching down to grab this sucker's gun and maybe check his pockets. Y'know. To the victor goes the spoils and all that. Even if they're probably not dead and will likely miss this stuff.]

Ango, don't be so worried about other people, honestly. You're doin' great. Just keep, uh, bein' our little secret weapon and looking like a defenseless little boy, it's working out awesome.

[restinglichface]

[While Taako loots, Lup reaches over to rest a hand on Angus' head, giving his hair an affectionate ruffle. The kid's only been with them a few weeks, but she's already so damn charmed by his everything, which is pretty opposite of how the rest of their housemates treat him.]

Don't worry about it, Angus. They're all bound to wake up after we take out the rest of the competition. Just means the faster we work, the faster everything goes back to normal. [Again, she assumes.

After another ruffle of his hair, Lup removes her hand and smiles down at the boy, head tipping to the side to give him a quick once over.] You thirsty, hun? Taako, throw the kid a juice box.

[hellosirs]

[ Open physical affection is still this weird thing that Angus isn't quite used to, especially when it isn't accompanied by teasing / getting dunked on, and possible noogies from Magnus. He goes a bit red, and tries to hide how flustered that hair-ruffle makes him by pushing his glasses back up his nose and giving Taako a Disapproving Look that makes him look a bit like a tiny librarian who just caught someone sneaking food into the study area. ]

They're gonna wonder where their stuff went once they wake up, sir.

... Wait, did you actually pack juice boxes? Can I have one?

[pocketspa]

[He tilts his head back towards Angus, hand still in this passed out yutz' pocket.]

Yeah, but they won't be able to prove it's us, so it's free.

[Besides, he won't take anything important. Just knick knacks, coins, anything he really likes. He's distracted by their requests, though, and grins, turning with something that totally looks like a juice box in his hand.]

Oh, natch. Come get it, little man.

[Unfortunately for Angus, its just Minor Illusion. If someone tries to take it from him, their hand will just go right through it.]

party!!!

[knockthemdead]

[It's not that Kravitz needs to sleep, but he most definitely needs a break from the large crowd. He barges into the side room without care, sighing loudly and watching his own hands as they shift into bone. He's not sure what it is, but ever since he arrived in Hadriel, maintaining any one form has become something of a chore.

When he looks up, he spots Angus, and takes an instinctive step back out of the space.]

Ah. I'm terribly sorry.

[Oh! He recognizes this boy. From the store.]

[hellosirs]

[ See, here's the thing: From Angus's point of view, he didn't get woken up by a rude pringles enthusiast just as he was about to drift off into a nap. From Angus's POV, a literal cloaked skeleton that looks like the grim reaper just barged in here, and oh god what if this is actually paintball purgatory he's too young to die OH GOD.

Angus screams bloody murder, starts fumbling for the wand underneath his sweatervest, and throws a pillow at Kravitz's head for good measure, as one does when you're 11 years old and have seemingly been approached by the spectre of death itself. ]

[knockthemdead]

[Kravitz ducks and winces and shouts loudly all at once, skeletal hands thrown out in front of him as though that's going to stop a flurry of magic thrown in his direction.]

Please d- stop screaming! I'm not- good gods, my ears-

[Quite frankly, he's a little offended, and straightens up with no small amount of righteous indignation. He focuses perhaps a little harder than he would like, and within seconds, where there was bone, there is flesh again. His hair, oddly, looks ruffled.]

Is this better? I really don't understand all the fuss!

[hellosirs]

[ The good news is that Angus has stopped screaming, if only because he's run out of breath. The bad news is that he has his wand drawn and pointed at Kravitz, even if his grip is a little bit shaky. ]

I'm not making a fuss! [ The indignance! ] These are basic self-preservation instincts, I'm eleven, I don't want... to...

[ ... Huh. Wait a minute, those dreadlocks look awfully familiar... Angus narrows his eyes, and lowers the wand slightly. Not much, but hey, it's an improvement? ]

... You're the Pringles guy. From the shop.

[knockthemdead]

[He's not too concerned about the wand; unless the boy knows to hit him with radiant damage, Kravitz is relatively safe. What he is concerned about is this once amusing, now entirely inappropriate moniker.]

Kravitz! My name is Kravitz.

[Sigh.]

Yes. That's right. I simply didn't someone else was in here. I'm not- I'm here to collect your soul. Even if your time was up- which it's not- there would be no point in this place, anyway.

[hellosirs]

... Oh. Huh.

[ He considers this for a moment, and finally tucks the wand back into his sweatervest. ]

In that case, I'm sorry about throwing a pillow at your head, sir, but when you come in unannounced and looking like the grim reaper, it's hard not to jump to certain conclusions.