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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Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

I am. I mean, it's an old gun, but it's still a gun. Looks pretty good. Sure if fancy with all that engraving. Really, I could have kept going for a few more days! The week just seemed to fly by.

[Oh no. Oh, Saber. He's not going to let this one go for a long time. Honestly, Prussia's a little shocked that she's not holding a trophy, too. But that surprised look turns to a mischievous grin pretty fast.]

So, uh, you won a bear, huh? That's it?

Yes, and your trophy is impressive as well.

[ She isn't actually trying to be condescending — nor is she particularly jealous of his rewards. But being quite possibly the first person eliminated eats at her competitive spirit something fierce, especially when talking to someone who actually won.

When he mentions the bear, Saber shifts a little, almost as if to hide it behind her back. She knows it marks her as having been eliminated on the first day... hopefully Prussia doesn't know that yet. ]

I do not see the bear as a prize. It is merely something I received. [ ... So, a prize, then. ] Surely the greatest reward is that we are all unhurt.

[ Nah. Sore loser. ]

A prize. Something you receive for participating in a contest is called a prize.

[Who're you trying to fool here, Saber.

Though something suddenly dawns on him, and he grins again.]

Unless you didn't participate, and that's some kinda bobby prize.

[ Him. Herself. Everybody. ]

Of course I was a participant. I do not back down from any challenge.

[ Not untrue. She planned to do battle all week, but... Irisviel. Almost nothing can come between Saber and victory, but her Master is one of them. ]

Your prize is impressive, but I am satisfied with my own. I have no need of such a weapon.

[ ... She really fucking wants that trophy though. ]

You're crazy! Even if you don't like using guns, these things are worth their weight in gold around here. Everyone's on the lookout for guns 'n ammo, cuz they're the only thing the armory doesn't have.

Or maybe ya just don't know how to use a gun? I could teach you, ya know. [Considering the very limited ammo they have, that's not a great idea.]

I see. How fortunate for you, then.

[ She does mean it — she doesn't begrudge him his prize(s), after all. She's sore at herself for losing, not at anyone else for winning. Plus, it's good to keep her finger on the pulse of what passes for trade here, if she ever needs it. ]

I understand the basic idea of the weapon. Ordinary bullets would not be able to harm me, as well. [ But she cants her head to the side, considering his offer. She rarely used anything but Excalibur to fight, but she still trained herself with lance, dagger and bow, knowing the value in flexibility. ] But there would be no harm in learning, I suppose. Perhaps after this celebration has concluded.

[ Bad idea or not, at least she's not stupid enough to suggest firing a gun in a crowded area. ]

Sure! I mean, I wasn't suggesting we do it here. [There's more important things to be doing. Like more drinking.] Maybe I'll see if I can get my hands on more ammo first.

Wait. Did you say bullets can't harm you? What're you, Superman or something now?

[ A shame she can't justify using the guard's ammo stockpile for this... still. If they can find some more later, she'll go along with it. ]

I do not know this "Superman." [ She looks confused, trying to figure out if he's joking or not. ] But only weapons possessing a magical quality can harm me.

Good to know that if I ever just need to take my frustrations out on something, I can just hit you with a normal sword all day.

[As if she'd ever let him try it.]

Don't know Superman? So that means you don't come from the same time or place I do, I guess. Pretty typical around here. So many people are missing out on all the coolest stuff!

[ Eyebrow raise. ] That would be unwise to attempt.

[ Read: she'd kick his ass. ]

Indeed, it is likely that I was born many centuries before you. My knowledge of the modern day is only general. [ And the Grail only covered the essentials. ] Is this Superman some sort of powerful warrior?

Depends. I've been around for a whole lot longer than you think!

[800 years young!]

Superman is the strongest guy around! It's because he's cheating by being an alien with all kindsa super powers. Impervious to bullets and heat vision and he can fly, 'n stuff.

[ She nods — though she now knows the approximate dates of her own life, they're not something she can offer without jeopardizing her true identity. Old habits die hard. ]

I see... he would make a powerful ally. [ Her expression is completely serious. ] Have you met him?

I did! Once. [Performing at a Six Flags park.] I challenged him to an arm wrestling match, and won. He says he let me win, but I think he was just saying that to make himself feel better!

[ She looks thoughtful. ]

Then... if I were to defeat you, it would make me more powerful than Superman. [ Here comes that competitive instinct. She doesn't look like much, but her voice is confident. ]

[H-Hey now.]

I guess? But you're not gonna beat me. So keep dreamin'!

[He holds up his trophy again. Can't stop won't stop]

Event Log: Party Royale

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