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

[doctoral_bird]

[ Malkus leaned over his napkins protectively, staring over his shoulder with almost frantic distrust in his eyes. Until he realized who it was. It was uh-... Who was this? That lad from before, that was certain. Maybe the doctor was a little hungover.

One thing was certain. ]

I still. Still cannot wrap my mind around how you can see me with that!

[ He motioned around his own eyes for emphasis. ]

Sorry I'm late! (シ_ _)シ

[9_s]

〈9S had taken an instant liking to this man. His obstinate nature and eccentric ways entertained and engaged him.

He chuckled, the sound genuine and leaving a smile on his childlike features.〉

We've already agreed that your mask is pretty bird-like.

〈He tiptoed for a measly boost in height to try and spy the concealed napkins.〉

What're you drawing?

No worries!

[doctoral_bird]

[ Malkus reeled at the boy's charm. It hit him like a breeze rolling over a crocodile's hide. He furrowed his brow, confused for a moment before realizing the mistake. ]

Oh, no, not my mask! I- [ He moved from pointing to his mask, to pointing at 9S' blindfold. ] I mean that!

How can you see me with no eyes! How can you see this!

[ He held up the wrong napkin, accidentally showing the one where he was stabbing an impish devil labeled "Hope". What he meant to reveal was... the cat... The cat he'd spent so long trying to detail, after forgetting how many whiskers to draw. The cat he'd planned to show, to keep his original drawing a secret... ]