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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It is.

[He turns to her, smiling.]

I seem to learn about something new each day that I'm here. Well, the ones I haven't spent unconscious.

So do I! Westeros has no such [stumbles over the next word] technology. How much music do you think this machine can play?

I don't know. I haven't yet heard it repeat a song, but I'll be honest - I don't quite know how to work it.

[But he intends to find out.]

[Margaery looks it over. she sees a lot of buttons. there must be some combination of buttons they have to press to make it work, but she wouldn't know which combination without trial and error]

Neither do I. But surely it can't be too terribly difficult. Have you seen anyone use it?

I watched someone for a bit, and I've managed to get it to play a few things - you put in a number and then press this button here. But that's as far as I've gotten.

[Really, that's most of it, but there are so many buttons that Rhy has no way of knowing that.]

How do you know if it will play something you'll enjoy?

[technology is hard. Marg can still barely operate her phone, even though she pokes at it on a regular basis]

I suppose if you are familiar with the songs, you can choose something you like.

[It makes sense to him. Unfortunately -]

I don't recognize any of them, I'm afraid.

[Margaery scans the list of songs provided]

...none of these titles are familiar to me, either. "Hit Me Baby One More Time?" That's a song?

Apparently. They sound nothing like the music from my world, either, but most of the people here seem familiar with it.

[He finds the unfamiliarity of it quite charming.]

Perhaps they're all Earth songs? That would explain why I know none of them.

[she finds it confusing, but she's willing to reserve judgement]

That's probably the best guess. Though if we look long enough, maybe we'll find something we recognize.

I suppose it's worth a try? [she looks more intently at the list of songs, but so far nothing]

And I've been rude and not introduced myself. Margaery Tyrell, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. It's a pleasure to meet you.

The pleasure is all mine. Rhy Maresh, Prince of Arnes.

[He bows, quite properly. Finally, someone who can appreciate it.]

Glad to know I'm not the only one in this situation.

[she curtseys very properly in response]

So am I! Isn't it all so strange?

It is exceedingly so. And I really thought I'd be home by now - it's been quite disappointing.

[And very, very strange, yes.]

What is your home like? I'm afraid I can't return to mine.

[this place is just so weird! she's still having a hard time adjusting]

It's beautiful. You ought to see it - Arnes is brimming with magic, and the people are happy. My father has always been a good king.

Why can't you return to yours?

That sounds wonderful. Quite different from Westeros.

I can't go back because I died. Then, I woke up here.

I'm sorry to hear that. Death is not an easy thing to cope with, and I imagine you have no chance of returning to life when you go back.

No, I don't. The world has moved on without me, though I hate the thought of staying here forever.

Perhaps there will be a way for you to go someplace else, eventually. I've heard people talking of things like that.

Somewhere else. How would I even know what to choose? Earth's technologies are beyond me, though I haven't heard any better options.

Naturally, you'd be welcome in my world. We don't know each other well, but Arnes is a lovely place, and very hospitable.

[He extends the invitation easily.]

But there are plenty of interesting places out there, it seems.

Thank you for your kind offer. I'll be sure to keep it in mind.

[and she will. going to a world like his would likely cause much less culture shock]

Oh, I know! And some of them apparently have things that make our phones look ancient!

Really? I don't think I've spoken to anyone from those worlds yet. I can hardly imagine what it might be like.

[Certainly very different from his own.]

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