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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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[ He sees the flying braid. Aha! ]

I certainly will try! [ Chuckle. ] Who are you?

[ Of course he's not going to waste a shot. He's trying to trick her into showing herself by taking another shot at him. She'll have to lean out from behind the tree-trunk in order to do that, and he's got the range now, having hit her tree once. ]

[Oh, he wants to have a nice little chat before she destroys him? Lup's totally down.]

The name's Lup, [she calls back, grinning to herself from her hiding place] Who're you?

[She presses up against the tree as she waits for his response, but curiosity gets the better of her and she leans out from the trunk, just barely peeking her eyes around to see who she's dealing with.]

[ Certainly! Of course, his idea doesn't involve himself being destroyed! ]

Pleased to meet you, Lup. [ He, too, is grinning. ] I'm Curufin.

[ The instant he perceives her leaning out, he fires. The paintball goes streaking towards her tree. ]

[ But he has caught a glimpse of an ear. A pointed ear. And she may have caught a glimpse of him, too. His ears aren't long and pointed, they look a lot like the ears of a mortal, shell-shaped with just a hint of a tip. But they aren't quite mortal-looking, and the brilliance of his dark gray eyes is definitely not. ]

You're an Elf?

Edited 2017-09-27 21:50 (UTC)

Curufin? [Lup lets out another laugh, high and amused, already peeking out just a little further behind the tree trunk to get a better view of this guy with the weirdest name ever (and yes, this is coming from the woman with a twin named Taako).] Who the hell came up with a name like that? Someone had to have been hig--

[He fires and she ducks away immediately, flattening up against the tree. But she saw it too, the particular familiarity of his features, the slight pointedness of an ear. He looks more like a half-elf from where she comes from, but even half an elf is rare in this place.]

Aw dip, there's other elves here? [Lup's met a half-elf, her very own dwarf dad, and a handful of dragonborn, but pretty much everyone else she's associated with in Hadriel so far has been human. Who would have guessed there was a whole group of them that she'd been missing this whole time?] Yep, all elf over here, homie. You too?

[ Curufin grins. ] A question I'd like to ask my father!

[ Since he missed, he might as well keep talking. And he is similarly surprised. It hasn't even occurred to him to look for distant kin from other universes. But perhaps it should have. ]

Yes, I'm an Elf, too. There are six of us from the world of Arda. Me, two of my brothers, my son, and two of my cousins.

Funny, how hard it is to keep track of who is actually in Hadriel, considering it's not a very large city! I mean, you'd think we'd have run into each other before this? I've been here for nine months. And you?

[ He stays behind his tree, though. Not stupid. ]

Six of you?! [And okay. Missing one stray elf in this city seemed like a possibility, but not catching six of them in the last few months they'd been here? How the hell have they managed to do that for so long?]

Don't know how my brother and I missed you guys. [Lup chances it to peer out from behind the tree, just to grab another glimpse of the stranger. Though she's definitely on guard now.] You must be some of those hidden, sneaky kinda elves, right? The kind that live in trees and try to skip out on paying taxes, yeah?

[ Strange city, in which one's own distant kin are so easy to miss! ] Yes, we live in Delight's Housing.

Who's your brother? And I don't know how the six of us managed to miss you two! We're usually much more on the ball. [ He peeks out from behind the tree, quickly, for the same reason as she does. To get another glimpse of the unknown Elf. ]

[ Small laugh. ] We can be sneaky, but we don't live in trees. Stone fortresses were more our style in our own world. And as for taxes? -- I guess in a way. If you consider obedience to authority to be a kind of tax, we were definitely tax-evaders.

But what about you? You don't live in a tree, do you? [ Smile. ]

[At least it isn't her and Taako failing alone. It's one giant elf failure pile together!]

Taako. He's name is Taako. I'm Lup. We're twins, so if you ever see me walking around but with a godawful hat, that's absolutely him. [Alright, so maybe they can pause this game for a quick minute and just talk, before she obliterates him later. Since he's not shooting, Lup puts up a palm slightly, gun still in hand though it's not aimed at him, and moves a little more out from behind her cover.]

Hey, my bro and I are all about that tax evasion life. Totally a part of the brand. [She grins at the man, free hand moving to rest at the curve of her hip.] And nah, we've never been about that cultured elf lifestyle. We live on a ship. [A spaceship, to be exact, but y'know, that opens up for too many questions.] Nomads, I guess. The road is our home and all that crap.

Edited 2017-10-08 15:44 (UTC)

[ Yay for giant Elf failure pile! XD ]

[ He laughs. ] Taako and Lup, twins. All right, I'll look out for the awful hat. I have two twin bothers, but they aren't here. I wish they were; they'd love the twin-humor, and they'd be importuning you for a similar hat.

[ Curufin waits a second to see if the "parley" offer seems genuine, and then he lowers his gun and steps out from behind his own tree. He's very swift, so if she shoots he can still duck. He doesn't intend to get obliterated if he can help it! ]

The authority-resisting brand? I'm all for it. [ Grins. ] Maybe we ought to have a t-shirt. You lived on a ship? I've made one sea-voyage in my own world, and one airship voyage in a different world. What kind of a ship did you and Taako live on? I could get onboard with the nomadic life. [ Pun intended. ]

No shit! [If they are going to have a quick momentary truce, Lup takes a few steps closer, just so they two don't have to scream at each other from across the clearing, her expression bright and endlessly curious. She's tall and thin, with much longer ears than the elves Curufin was familiar with, hers covered in a handful of dangling earrings.]

We've never known another pair of twins before, that's pretty crazy. And full-bloodied elves too, huh? Weird. I'm sure it'd be chill to have met them, but y'know, one pair is probably enough for this cave. [A tease, though really, if his siblings were at all like Lup and Taako, the four of them combined might cause a total cave in.]

Oh, I'm all for sweet tees proclaiming our brand out to the world. I'm in. [he mentions an air-ship, so Lup decides to go that route. Less explaining necessary.] Air-ship for us too. Flew around the world mostly, taking the whole place in. On the road till we die. Hard to settle in one place after a century or two like that.

[ Curufin, too, finally steps out of cover and comes closer. He'd much rather have this conversation than shoot at each other. Also, he thinks her ear-jewelry is awesome! ]

[ He laughs at the idea of one pair of twins being enough. She's right. ] True! And if my twin brothers Amrod and Amras were not enough, there would be my twin cousins Angrod and Aegnor. Between them and you, the roof would probably explode into space!

Okay. T-shirts it is! How about for a caption: ELVES KICK ASS! So you and your brother journeyed all around the world in an airship? Did you actually try to settle down after that?

[Want some sweet piercings? This girl will help you out, bro.

Lup laughs, her hands dropping to rest at the slight curve of her hips, grinning across the short distance at the other elf.] Triple twin power? Oh yeah, Hadriel would be totally fucked. With our powers combined, we'd kick the gods in charge out on their asses and take up their thrones for sure.

Sick, I'd wear it. [She really would.] Nope, didn't have the chance. We were still traveling when we got sucked up into this place, so it's, uh, it's been an adjustment. Being stuck in one place is bad enough, but not even having the option to go anywhere else. It sucks. How are you and your crew adjusting to our new cave home?

[ He'll definitely consider it. XDD ]

We absolutely will! No deity is any match for a set of twins! Especially not Elvish ones! [ He folds his arms in a gesture that echoes the self-confidence and chutspah of hers, and he grins at her. ]

Okay, t-shirt it is! I'll get right on it.

At least you have your brother with you! That's such a good thing! My crew and I have done all right, especially considering we all came from bad situations in our own world. We're adjusting, and we have all been finding our niches -- we all have things we're good at, and can use to help others who need the help. All of us are warriors, and I and my son are smiths, and Elrond is a healer, and Maglor is a musician. Well, I'm a musician too, but Mags is a lot better than I am. I play at the Speakeasy ever week, though. [ Grin. And he drinks there, too. ]

[As great as the whole conversation is in, Lup hones in on one particular fact that falls from the other elf's lips. The woman's brows raise curiously, completely unable to hide her surprise at this information.]

Oh shit, you got a healer? [Talk about useful.]

Our cleric is like, totes disconnected from his god, so we've been kinda lacking on the heals front. Your guy good? Scale of one to ten, ten being he provides the dankest heals around and one being he throws a bandaid on it and calls it good. Be honest, I won't tell.

Yes, we have a healer! I have not needed Elrond's services, but the rest of my family has at one time or another. They positively glow when they tell me of his skill and effectiveness. Particularly my son, whose injuries were the deepest and the most intractable -- and now he is walking easily and he will be able to fight if there is reason to go to war. I am sure the whole family would all give Elrond a ten.

[ Grin. ] So, you don't have to keep my review a secret.

[Well! That's good information to have in the future. One of her team members will undoubtably need healing at some point. Lup tucks this away for later, grinning back at the other elf.

Funny how casual this seemed considering the circumstances. But Curufin was easy to speak to. And even if Elf culture hasn't played a large role in her life, it's not awful speaking to another elf who seems a little more in-tune with it.]

I'll be sure to pass the review on then. Anyway, I'll have to pop by the speakeasy to hear you play. Yknow, when this whole competition's finally all over.

[ The casualness is a welcome break from the (mostly) dead-serious work of trying to paintball somebody into unconsciousness. Curufin is enjoying this conversation, too, and he is glad to have made contact with someone from another Elvish contingent. They will have much to talk about, on many future occasions. ]

I would love it if you came to the bar to hear me play! I perform a lot of traditional Elvish music, but I also create a lot of my material in a more "modern" style. [ Elvish idie rock. XD ]

I imagine this competition is going to be over soon. The gods don't seem to like extended events much. With luck, we'll have time to get back to normal Hadriel life for a bit before the next damned thing happens. What say I drop a note in your inbox when I'm next playing at the Speakeasy?

Edited 2017-11-09 08:17 (UTC)

[Lup hefts up her paintball gun, but doesn't point it at the other elf, just leans it against her shoulder, aiming upwards. It's about time they get back into this, and while she'd fully gone into this thinking she'd snipe the man when his guard was down, now the fun of it has kind of been taken away. If she's going to shoot Curufin, it would be a lot more fun if it was a fair fight.]

Sounds like a plan. Hit me up whenever. I'll come listen to whatever you put down. I'm gonna go track down my brother, but I'm sure I'll catch you by the end of the game. Keep your eyes peeled, my man.

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Shall we wrap this one? Lup and Curufin can tag anytime in the future!

SOUNDS GOOD!