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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► If you fall and break your neck or something because you can't die in paintball, please let us know here.

Comments

ii rip

[ghostlocked]

[Harlan has not had nearly enough beer to be chill when suddenly someone grabs him. At first he thinks maybe Kyna or Tucker has had a bit too much to drink, or one of his new friends hasn't picked up on his "don't touch me" clause yet, but nope, it's some random chick he doesn't even know. He jerks away roughly, his heart pounding.]

What the fuck is your problem?

[Off to a great start!]

SHIT

[restinglichface]

[Oh, she's definitely not Kyna, but those her sharp ears of hers give Lup away as a full-blooded elf. It also probably doesn't help that she has Taako's exact face, considering Harlan's super pleasant interactions with her twin so far.

Lup's brows arch upwards and her mouth forms a surprised little circle, but then she's huffing as her hands drop to her hips. She rolls her eyes up, as if he's the one inconveniencing her instead of vice versa.]

Don't be a fucking downer, my dude! [She throws her hands up and gestures to the room.] It's a party! Get your dance on!

[ghostlocked]

[It takes him a second, but he does eventually put two and two together with her and Taako. Good great amazing. Another one.]

Parties aren't my thing, and I've been stuck here since the fucking thing started. I'm not in the mood.

[Plus he's still lugging around his stupid consolation teddy bear. Ugh.]

[restinglichface]

[Another one. He's so damn lucky.]

Don't be a sore loser. Someone had to lose so that I could come in at the top. Just how the game goes, my dude.

[Seriously though, what a party pooper. Lup points straight at his teddy bear, leaning in with a grin.] I'm pretty sure Mr. Teddy thinks you need a drink. If I can't get you dancing yet, let's at least throw back a few shots. How's that sound?

[ghostlocked]

Uh. [He scoffs.] You're not at the top. Plenty of other people "won". The prizes are stupid, anyway.

[He's totally jealous of all the other prizes, truth be told, but the trophy/gun combo is hardly better than his bear. He wanted the booze or the candy.

...Speaking of booze, though. He's the biggest party pooper of all time right now, but this twin does seem more entertaining than her brother. He's curious about these elves that can somehow use the same magic as him.]

Fine. But dancing's off the table, so don't get your hopes up. What're you drinking?

[restinglichface]

[Sweetie, all of the booze in this place is fucking free. You want to throw back a few shots, go to the speakeasy and get your drink on! You don't have to win a rigged paintball contest to do that!

He says that dancing is off the table, but Lup just grins, wide and showing all of her teeth, like she knows something he doesn't.] Whatever you say, my dude. [She gladly steers the conversation towards drinks, turning to guide the man straight towards the bar.] Whiskey, you?

[ghostlocked]

[IT'S THE PRINCIPLE OF THE MATTER!!!!

He catches the grin and he meets it with a bit of a frown. Go ahead and try, Lup. He's not budging on this one.

But he'll play along and head to the bar with her. She has good taste in alcohol, at least.]

Beer up until this point, but you make a good case. Whiskey it is.

[restinglichface]

[Oh, she will try. And lord help every single person in Hadriel if she doesn't get her way.]

Beer is for low-key drinking at home when there's nothing better to do. Whiskey is a real party drink. [The bar, for whatever reason, isn't anywhere as busy as it really should be, so Lup slides right on up to it, helping herself to two glasses.] How do you like it? [While waiting for him to answer, she pours her own without water or ice, keeping it neat.]

Also, y'know, a name wouldn't be awful to have.

[ghostlocked]

[RIP Hadriel, then!!!]

Already told you, I'm not a fan of parties. [He's not a a big fan of drinking either, but it's like the only thing making this shindig bearable. He leans against the bar and watches her pour.]

Neat's fine. I'm Harlan. You've gotta be related to Taako.

[That asshole.]

[restinglichface]

[Lup can't help but outright laugh at his proclamation, already pushing his glass forward.] What the fuck, dude? Do you hate fucking everything? Okay, wait--[Lup throws up a hand to stop him from immediately answering her, the woman shifting to lean against the bar with her drink.]

Okay, don't answer that. What do you actually like? That seems like a much shorter list. And duh, natch. We're identical twins, pretty hard to fake that identical-ness. I'm Lup. It's, uh, a thing to meet you.

[Nice isn't the word she'd use.]

[ghostlocked]

[He's taking the glass, but she's getting an eyeroll. He's about to bust out his Top 100 Reasons Why Parties Suck list, but then she asks him a more interesting question. Nice save.]

I don't like parties, so you assume I'm a buzzkill all the way down, huh? I like the components of parties, but I prefer 'em on a smaller scale. I like people and music, but not crowds and dancing. It's not that complicated. And alcohol's nice enough when it's free.

[So far he likes Lup better than Taako, but the bar wasn't high. Taako sucks???]

Lup. Cool. Same to you. [Yeah, jury's still out.]

[restinglichface]

[Lup's already laughing and nodding her head before Harlan finishes his first sentence, her expression more amused than anything. Giving shit to assholes is like her favorite thing ever. She's going to get a real kick out of hearing how much the man hates her brother.]

Yeah, about all of that. Makes you sound like a major buzzkill, duderino. Might not be a super complicated answer, but it sure is boring as hell.

How do you know my brother, though? He shoot you in paintball? We kind of killed it out there so I wouldn't be surprised.

[ghostlocked]

I don't care how it makes me sound. [He's blunt about it, but he doesn't say it like he's annoyed. Just setting the record straight.] I'm not gonna pretend to like shit just to look cool. I'm way too old for that shit.

[He figured most people in Hadriel would be, honestly.]

I ran into him my first day here and we cross paths every now and then. [Always at the most obnoxious times, too. Ugh.] I didn't see him during paintball.

[restinglichface]

[Hey, if nothing else, Lup has to admire his dedication to his own brand. Not following into peer pressure is pretty cool, even if the things he's arguing against are some of her favorites.]

Fair. Life's too short for humans to play along with shit they don't care about anyway. Good for you. [and because she can't help but pop in there,] Even if you're wrong. But hey, major props.

Sooo, [Lup makes a point of leaning in closer, interested.] What kinda shit are you into? What's Harlan all about?

[ghostlocked]

[Luckily Harlan is used to people not picking up what he's putting down, so Lup sort of meeting him halfway is fine by him.

He takes a small step backward when she leans in, though. Personal space, pls.]

That's a broad question, and I have a feeling nothing I say is going to impress you. I work for an adventuring guild back home, though. Taako and I have similar magic, but I don't think we're from the same place.

[restinglichface]

[Personal Space? Who is her?]

Why do you think I'm looking to be impressed? [As far as Lup's concerned, she already cast supreme judgement on Harlan minutes ago. That opinion isn't going to change.] Just trying to start a conversation. Socializing with people you don't know is part of the fun of a party. [Her pause is brief, before she winks and quickly adds on,] For me.

[Since he has a very different opinion of parties than she does.]

Also, that sounds bomb. Adventuring guilds are probably a little stuffier for my taste, but the it's the adventuring part that's important. Are you a transmutation specialist too?

[ghostlocked]

[He has a feeling they're just going to go in circles if he keeps trying to debate the different tastes in parties, so he's just gonna shrug his way through most of that.

Onto more exciting topics:]

No, I work best with enchantment and illusion. I meant similar as in it works about the same. We recognize each other's spells, at least.

[restinglichface]

Ooooh, [and there's probably no indication why, but Lup giggles a little, wiggling the fingers of her free hand while she whispers,] Illluuusions.

[It's okay, Harlan. It's an inside joke. Don't worry about it.]

Then you'd probs get mine too. [she points at herself] Evocation wizard.

[ghostlocked]

[He snorts, not sure what's so funny. Is she making fun of him? It feels like she's making fun of him. Whatever. Heckin' evocation wizards think they're the end all be all. This is nothing new.]

Yep. Illusions. I'm in charge of crowd control for my team.

[Which is very important? Anyway.]

You met my friend Kyna? She's an evocation wizard, too.

[restinglichface]

[They seem to getting along for the most part, casual conversation and Harlan not being forced onto the dance floor.

But then the worst possible thing happens. He mentions Kyna and Lup's eyes brighten, recognition dawning on her face.] Oh! [and a little softer, though she's looking at him so much more intently now.] Oh.

I thought your name sounded familiar. She's def mentioned you before.

[ghostlocked]

[UH... Well, that sure is vague. He squints. Is this a trap? God, this party has really thrown off his groove.]

Oh yeah? What'd she say?

[restinglichface]

Oh--[Lup raises a hand to her mouth to hide a giggle.] You know. Just nice things. She, uh, had a lot to say. Actually, knowing who you are, I so see it now.

[ghostlocked]

[Ughhh. What's the joke, here? He doesn't get it!!]

What's that supposed to mean?

[restinglichface]

Nothin'. Nothin'.

[Everything, Harlan. Everything.]

Still not up for dancing with a cute elf? Last chance.

[ghostlocked]

[HE'S SO CONFUSED ARGH.]

With you snickering at me like that? Hard pass.