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.
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Rey. | OTA

[circumitus]

29th. The After Party {Open}

For all of the festivities there are, Rey is not in a celebrating mood. There's nothing to celebrate for reckless behavior and yet another attempt at dividing people in which they should be working towards survival.

It's just as she had thought, though. Fucking Rage. Her last attempts at driving people to kill one another is not forgotten by Rey, who had been less than inclined to shed blood in the name of a god when all she could see was red. In some ways, she still feels played once again. Rey had given more than her share of anger, and she would have given more if the situation entailed endangering those close to her.

She hasn't touched the food or drink since she woke up here on the last day, with a stupid horned rubber duck as her own reward. She had played her part, making sure that those who were unconscious weren't left out in the open. It was about all she could have done over the last several days, short of taking whatever discarded gun she could find and disposing of it. They're gone now, and Rey remains far too high strung over these dumb events to join in on the less life-threatening games.

So she sits, hunched over, elbows on her knees, chin in hand as she eyes the jukebox where the music plays. Part of her wants to kick it over, while another wants to take it back to the Speakeasy. It's the least these assholes could offer for her trouble this week.

Rey scoffs into her palm. Normally, she wouldn't hesitate to stuff her face with the sort of treats that are on display here. But her stomach turns and she's not feeling at all festive at the moment. Maybe she'll lie down for a bit, away from the ruckus.

God, she hates this place sometimes.

[eyeofthetiger]

Dean glanced at the girl and then back to the jukebox, a half-eaten sandwich in his hands as he contemplated life, teenagers (because this whole thing did have a sort of prom kind of vibe, complete with cutthroats), and the awful twang of something that almost sounded like English coming over the wires.

"You know, however, much I'm not a fan of whatever it is that's playing, I don't think that Jukebox deserves a death glare." He paused. "Although I have to admit, I think you've got one heck of a death glare going on there."

[circumitus]

Funny enough, and probably to no one's shock, Rey has never been to a prom. Not even with the fake memories of such a life lingers in the many people she has stored in her head. Social affairs are alien to her, a thing of fiction that she has only seen or heard about. At least that isn't so much her excuse now. She has no excuse, save for her sour mood and priorities.

Chin still resting in her palm, her eyes roll towards Dean when he speaks to her, before returning to the jukebox.

"Actually, been thinking how difficult it might be to disconnect that thing and carry it out of here."

It'd be worth more at the Speakeasy than a damn rubber duck, for sure.

[eyeofthetiger]

That's okay. Dean really wasn't into prom either. Too much attachment and questions asked by his date when they found out he was living in a motel room most of his life.

... Not that he ever actually kept that hidden. Still. Dean raised an eyebrow.

"Don't you just need to unplug it from the wall? If you can get a dolly, moving it should be a piece of cake."

Except for that bit about trying to wheel it through whatever is left of the city. Oh, and also getting out of here. Dean's been more than a little stuck for days and it shows in that he's getting just a touch of the stir crazy.

[circumitus]

"Moving it wouldn't be a problem. Just think that the least Delight can do is provide a better 'gift' for the headache this shit caused -- and something like that would look good at the Speakeasy."

Seriously, she even has a place in mind to put it, if she manages to get it that far. You never know with these things the gods poof up.

[pocketspa]

"Well, somebody's lookin' like they're havin' a shitty week."

Taako fades out of the crowd, walking up and leaning on the jukebox with a donut in hand. He continues munching away as he looks down at her position on the floor. "What, did you not get anyone? Cuz, uh, not to brag, but I naaaailed iiiiit." He gives a little flourish and a small tap to the brim of his hat, as he continues to brag, despite blatantly saying that's not what he's doing.

[circumitus]

She ignores him at first; she ignores pretty much everyone if she can help it, since Rey is feeling less than sociable despite the scene. But, hey it isn't like she asked to be here.

Her look express all the awe one would grace a shit beetle.

"Good for you," she retorts flatly. "Wasn't trying to shoot anyone, and don't care if you did."

Rage's games suck. End story.

[pocketspa]

If he sees her displeasure towards him, he certainly doesn't notice it in favor of cramming the rest of the donut in his mouth. He's still talking with his mouth full, too, if that makes it any better. (It's worse.)

"Why not? This place sucks hard enough anyway, you might as well enjoy it while it's here." He shrugs, as if he just doesn't care, but it's obvious he's looking for some sort of satisfaction. "Like, the best revenge is to live well, or something."

[circumitus]

How charming.

Not that Rey is one to talk. The last thing anyone wants to see is her own barbaric eating habits.

"Can think of better forms of revenge, and they don't involve baked goods or Twister."

[mismanagement]

It's not hard to find Rey, in the aftermath. Maketh survived the event without participating it, which she's calling a victory in her own right. The duck, however, she has tossed into the lake. She was tempted to set it on fire - or something equally childish - but refrained. Who knows what the little thing is made of? It might be toxic.

She sits down next to Rey without a word, holding out a bottle. Whiskey. Maketh has already made good headway on it.

[circumitus]

While considering a similar fate for the rubber duck, Rey had another idea. Maybe the dumb fish could do with some company, or the cat could use something to chew on. At least someone can get some use out of the damn thing.

Maketh shows up, and Rey isn't surprised to see that she is equally as cheerful as she is. Or, rather, a lack of cheer between the two of them. She does relax a little as the other woman takes a seat, offering the bottle, which Rey takes.

"Thanks." She hesitates before taking a long drink, straight from the bottle. Her throat burns, and it trickles down into her stomach. "Been some shit week."

What was fun and games for many was a great deal of concern to Rey. They risked a lot just to have a few days of fun. Risks that they shouldn't be taking, regardless of which god is in need of power.

[mismanagement]

Maketh sighs in agreement. Things are never just games when the gods are concerned. "People are so--proud of themselves. I don't understand it."

[circumitus]

Despite having no arguments there, Rey has a better understanding than she'd like to admit.

"They either have short memories or they don't know. We can't keep acting like dying's is no big deal just because we have a guy who can bring them back, though."

That includes you too, Maketh.

after party

[roseofthetyrells]

[Margaery has been having a grand time, eating, dancing, flirting! she goes over to the jukebox to try and choose a new tune, the one that's playing isn't suited for dancing at all!, and she sees a young woman sitting off to the side, glaring at the jukebox as if she'd like nothing better than to kill it. why isn't she out having fun like everyone else?]

What's the matter? Everyone's having a grand time.

[circumitus]

[Despite appearances, Rey is contemplating the methods in which she could purloin the jukebox from the Colosseum. Of course, she could make the effort to ask Delight herself, but it seems like the least she could do for the trouble this week had put her through.

[She's been approached enough times by now that Rey doesn't falter or question when her dour demeanor is noticed. Instead, she just sighs.]

It hasn't been a very grand week.

[roseofthetyrells]

[Margaery would be very much in favor of Rey stealing the jukebox. it's a machine that makes music, clearly such a thing is necessary]

Oh? May I ask why?

tw underage drinkin!

[survivorsguilt]

Ellie blunders into her space with an oblivious joviality, smelling like alcohol and and grinning like trouble. She has a handful of sweets tucked into her shirt, the bottom of which is folded up in a makeshift pouch. She bounces on the spot and stretches it out towards Rey like an offering.

"Dude! Look at all this stuff!"

[circumitus]

It's hard to maintain some degree of petulance when you've got a buoyant teenager hopping towards you like a child on Halloween.

Rey does blink at Ellie's stash, unsure if it really is an offering or if she's just showing off her cache. Who knows with kids?

"Um, yes. It's hard to miss."

[survivorsguilt]

That's right. Give in, Rey. Give in.

Ellie blinks at her and pulls a face that seems to suggest Rey might maybe-possibly-perhaps be a moron.

"Uh, so take some??? Geez, c'mon! What, do you not like sweets or something?" As she speaks, she stretches her shirt out even further.

[synthedick]

The party is finally winding down by the time Nick makes his way over to Rey. While both of them had the good sense not to participate -- or pick up their gun, or in Rey's case, leave the gun in one piece -- it seems they still get a reward. Nick doesn't admit it aloud, but he smiles at his duck with a half-grin, finding more amusement in it than he has for this entire event. It's a small consolation prize, one that is painfully silly in the face of several people having been hunted, shot down, left unconscious, and then vanishing entirely, leaving those who cared for them to worry whether or not they'd actually died, or if it was all a part of the game. Given the gods and the previous compulsions that pitted people against one another, it wouldn't be an entirely surprising conclusion for people to kick the bucket, all in the name of supposedly good fun.

Though, to be fair, the party follows a similar train of thought. The gods seem to think a party will fix everything. Though he's glad some folks manage to enjoy themselves, Nick can't help but be inwardly frustrated at their circumstances.

From the looks of it, Rey feels the same, the music and celebration all around her doing nothing for her mood. She's folded up by herself, likely still reeling from the mess this paintball nonsense made. He'd have worded his sentiments differently, but he can't help but agree with the post she made on the network. People were quick to turn on her, claiming it was all a game, for a competition. They didn't stop to think about the looming presence of the Null and how easily they could have infiltrated the city with half the population out cold; they didn't think about how their drive to shoot one another could easily turn bloody.

Especially with Rey involved. Nick does worry about her, especially when it comes to balancing her emotions. She might have been against the event, but she gave Rage a good meal all the same. Still, he prefers that to her having none at all.

With her head down, Rey might spot Nick's shoes as they stop before her. "Hey. You ready to head home?"

[circumitus]

Having been ready to cut and leave long before this party even started, Rey snaps her head towards Nick between the moment she notices his shoes to his query. She squints up at him a moment, as if she were more intoxicated by the old doldrums than any liquor these gods could provide.

"Please," she breathes out as she rises from her seat to her feet. Despite having barely moved from her spot, she isn't in any way sluggish. "Really sick of this shit."

Not that Rey is against parties -- she hosts one often at the Speakeasy. It's just that this event represents everything that they shouldn't be doing right now, and it pisses her off that the gods would be so stupid about it.

Maybe she'll have to yell at the culprit for it later. The last thing she wants is to take her anger out on Delight, who's only doing the best she can for what that's worth. But Rey is tired, and flustered, and she wants to sleep now.

[synthedick]

Nick would offer Rey a hand to help her up, but she's already on her feet before he can even get one out of his pocket. She's been ready to go -- she was ready to ditch well before the party even started. While Nick doesn't usually mind the social gatherings the gods throw every now and then, this one at the end of a particularly frustrating week -- complete with half the Guard getting shot while most of the population gleefully ran around and catered to the gods' whims -- is getting on his nerves.

Whether here or at home, the gods are getting fed from both the celebration and their annoyance. That's the irritating truth of the matter. He just hopes some good comes of all this, and that the gods are able to keep them all one step ahead of the Null until they can figure out what they're going to do about their synthetic pursuers.

Nick falls into stride beside Rey and turns for their neighborhood, leaving the lights of the festivities behind them.

"Guess for as irritating as all this is, it could've been worse," Nick grumbles quietly, trying to find some vague hint of a silver lining.

[so_dark_a_road]

Curufin happens upon a very glum-looking Rey. He saw her network post asking people not to shoot each other, and he hadn't answered because he was having too much fun shooting people. Well, trying to shoot people. The ones he engaged were as good as he was at not getting shot.

"Hey," he says, softly.

[circumitus]

Just as long as he doesn't wave that fact in her face, they're good. Rey is disappointed in the amount of people who couldn't seem to care less about the risks they were taking this whole week, playing it all off as mindless fun.

"What do you want?"

A simple 'hello' back would have been nice.

[so_dark_a_road]

He won't wave that fact in her face. He gets it that it was not exactly responsible of him to succumb to the gods' enticements, given the circumstances. He hadn't cut loose since the MAD event, and the paintball guns had seemed harmless enough -- until they weren't.

"I wanted to offer you a drink." He is holding two glasses of whiskey in his hands.