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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[Harlan spots Michael across the party and two thoughts cross his mind immediately:

One, hell yes, M&M got himself one of the lame prizes too. Harlan feels a little better about being taken out on day one.

Two, fuck you, Michael, how the fuck did you survive longer than him???

He heads over a few minutes later, his teddy bear tucked under his arm. He's got a plate of snacks in one hand and two bottles of beer in the other. He drops himself into the chair next to the plant and hands one to Michael.]

Parties aren't your bag either, huh? [He knows a kindred spirit when he sees one.]

[Michael takes the beer kind of awkwardly. He's not much of a drinker but it seems weird to refuse it?]

Yeah, not so much. Not really the "lose yourself in the music" type.

[And then he spots the bear.]

Nice stuffed animal.

[It takes him a sec, but he snorts.]

I'd love to see you rap. Your plant would appreciate it, I bet. Remember to sing to it.

[Feed it some mom's spaghetti, Michael.]

Shut up. [He rolls his eyes, but he's laughing. This stupid bear is such a giveaway. Delmar needs to hurry up and die already.]

I'm only hanging onto it so I can give it to Delmar. He's taking his sweet time, though. I'm surprised he's not here yet.

[He's just glad that didn't fall entirely flat. What if they didn't have Eminem in Harlan's world? Tragic.]

Nobody wants to see me rap. If I sing to the plant, it'll be something remotely palatable.

[Like humming. Humming counts, right?]

Maybe he's great at hiding? Or he's secretly a trained sniper. Good call on the bear though, he'll like that.

Come on, you gotta sing. We've been over this. And song choice is important. What're you thinking?

[He's never backing off about this.]

Hm. He did say he was in the army, so... [But he makes a face.] I can't see Del camping out on a rooftop and picking off chumps on the ground. Army or not, he's too soft for that, y'know? [Not that that's a bad thing.]

I figure it'll match his lamp guy. Sciante would just destroy this thing immediately, anyway. Which would be great for me because it'd give her something to do, but I have a feeling Hayden would flip.

[He's got all these delicate souls in his life now. Gotta look out for 'em.]

[God!!!]

I don't know. Death metal's out since plants don't like to be yelled at, and I'm not sure what else is even worth it.

[If Harlan's never letting it go, he's getting some sass to go with it.]

You're right though. I can't even jokingly imagine him as some kind of paintball assassin. And the bear's probably better off with him. Maybe he can start, like, a collection.

[Much like Michael thinks Harlan is starting a collection. A collection of soft-hearted people and small animals. Hayden toes the line between the two.]

[Okay, he's laughing.] You could try singing dubstep at it. It's not yelling if you're just making noises.

[Harlan is briefly very offended at Michael's suggestion that he couldn't take care of a teddy bear, but then he remembers what he's just said about his cat. Oh. Fair.]

He'll appreciate it more than me, anyway. If I find any other stuffed animals, I'm shipping them off to him. He could make little clothes for 'em, maybe. That seems like something that'd be up his alley. He digs those fancy scarves.

[And Harlan is absolutely starting a collection of his own, though he hasn't realized it yet. He's just making friends, okay?]

What, like beatboxing? Jesus.

[He cannot imagine himself beatboxing, but it's at least funny. Now they are both laughing?]

I'll start checking for stuffed animals whenever I'm out "shopping". But wait what do fancy scarves have to do with making stuffed animal clothes?

[He makes a face. Um? Know your music M&M wtf.] Beatboxing is more of a rap thing. Dubstep is like, Skrillex. I'd settle for either, though.

[Please beatbox at the plant...]

Nothing, at least not directly. But if he's into fashion for himself, maybe he'd like dressing up his bears, too. [He shrugs.] It'd be cute.

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