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hadriel_logs2017-09-22 11:43 am
hadrielmods) wrote in hadriel_logs2017-09-22 11:43 am
Entry tags:
- !event,
- 9s,
- abigail hobbs,
- angus mcdonald,
- armitage hux,
- atem,
- carlisle longinmouth,
- chris,
- curufin,
- delmar,
- dr. lance sweets,
- dr. temperance brennan,
- ellie,
- george lass,
- harlan halliday,
- henry percy,
- inquisitor trevelyan,
- irisviel von einzbern,
- jo harvelle,
- kravitz,
- lup,
- maketh tua,
- margaery tyrell,
- mello,
- michael munroe,
- nathan drake,
- nick rivenna,
- nick valentine,
- nico di angelo,
- oscar,
- prussia,
- raidou kuzunoha,
- rey,
- saber,
- terrence ephemera/sharkface,
- trafalgar law,
- tucker
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!
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.
Nico di Angelo - OTA
Until the third day, when Will was hit himself as he was looking someone over. At first, Nico had had a moment of panic because even if he was sure Will wasn't going to die from getting hit with a paintball, there was still that little voice of What if he did? whispering in the back of his mind. It'd been extremely unnerving to see Will lying there, feeling like he was hovering just above being dead and staying that way with nothing happening.
And then he'd gotten mad that someone would dare to even hit Will and take him out. The paintball 'game' had been going on for three days. Surely whoever had hit him had known what happened now when people were hit. Will was a healer, a doctor. Who would want to take him out?
So you may come across Nico (A) guarding Will's body, dragged away to an abandoned building where he was trying to keep Will as comfortable as he could. Anyone who knew what he could do ability wise probably would be able to see how agitated he was, not only from the way he paced back and forth and kept an eye out, but also from the cracks in the ground that branched out in a circle around where Nico had been standing when Will had gone down, along with the way the air temperature had lowered to a chill around him, and there may even have been little circles of frost that formed where Nico stepped depending on what he was thinking about.
Then on the day everyone who had been taken out so far disappeared and showed up in the Colosseum, Nico was thrown into another panic. People always said that the dead were resurrected, so Nico just told himself that was probably what was happening even if he'd only felt people get close to death, not die all the way. Definitely not Will either. He'd know without a doubt if Will was dead or not, even if he wasn't right next to him at the time, and Will hadn't died, he'd just... disappeared. He hoped it meant that Will was okay and would be coming back, returning to where they lived and just... waiting outside by the door for Will to come back.
But no matter how long he waited, Will didn't show, and as time went by, the fear grew and grew that Will was really gone, whether he was dead and not coming back or just... sent home somehow, until the fear changed into simply just not caring about anything anymore. If Will was gone, Nico didn't care what happened. This wasn't home. He couldn't go to the Underworld, couldn't go to either Camp Half-Blood or Camp Jupiter, couldn't see anyone else he cared deeply about like his sister, couldn't even check to see if Will was in the Underworld. He was stuck and if Will wasn't here anymore then he was alone and he just didn't care.
So you might also come across him (B) sitting in front of the building he lived in looking completely apathetic, gun tossed carelessly to the side, and if you had a gun of your own in your hands, he'd simply look up at you, not fighting back, with an expression that read 'if you're going to do it, just do it and get it over with'. He didn't care about playing the game anymore.
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When the bodies she had been looking after started disappearing, she was still beyond surprise. Because of course this would happen. Of course. She knew that this wasn't a typical game, and that these people weren't simply taking dirt naps. Something was wrong with them.
She's quicker to draw her gun after that, hand on the grip when turning corners and checking for snipers. Her vigilance extends to others as well -- to those she deems family, friends, and even anyone who doesn't appear to be participating.
Finding a dejected boy in front of his discarded paint gun, Rey didn't need to ask where he stood on the game. She goes from her own handgun being drawn to holstering it at her belt, before approaching the kid.
"Really shouldn't be outside like this. Could get shot."
Judging by the look on his face, however, it doesn't seem that he cares about that very much.
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Despite not having her handgun drawn, Rey is prepared to fix that if trouble comes near. Until then, she takes a few more steps within conversation distance between her and the boy.
"Lose someone?"
After this long, it's entirely possible for anyone.
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Guess that's what they are, aren't they? Or are they married? Hard to tell, with that mixed alternate reality.
"Ah. Do you know who did it?" Just in case she needs to make sure that they're not doubling back to finish off what's left.
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She's seen the 'it's just a game!' argument and she doesn't buy it. Not even for those who would rather claim that the gods made them do it.
Her eyes glance between him to around them, making sure no one has a bead on them, before turning her attention to the boy again. "Either way, don't think he'd want you to hang out, waiting to get shot."
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"It doesn't? Do you really think that he would agree? Or appreciate that you'd be willing to give up if anything happened to him? You really placing that sort of responsibility on him?"
Not that she is one to talk. Her main motivation that's kept her going for so long were the people she would be leaving behind, should anything become of her.
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Sure, Annabeth was out there somewhere but... Annabeth Chase was tough and Nico knew it. She could hold her own. He hoped she was alright where ever she was, but was he worried she'd be taken out easily? No.
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She wants to tell him that his boyfriend will come back, but she can't bring herself to make that promise. Not after the things she's said over the network recently, and not given her own misgivings about the complacency regarding death and dying in Hadriel. The least she can do is hold those that remain accountable for their own actions.
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Not feelin' it?
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I don't find it funny shooting someone with some weapon that makes them fall into a state that's hovering just above death, so no.
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They're- they're fine! Geez. It's just a game.
[But she hardly sounds convinced now that she's saying it out loud. The competitive fire in her burns stronger, as if trying to clear the words away, and it's hard not to be swayed by it.]
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This is some kinda trick, right? You're trying to get my guard down. So I'll lose.
[Don't lose. You can't.]
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No. What's the point if you're just sitting there? That'd feel fucked up, even if I wanna win.
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[She fiddles with the catch on her gun, and then sits it down beside her. Takes a deep breath.]
You?
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[Maybe her circumstances aren't as difficult to wrap your head around as time shenanigans, but Ellie has managed to kinda lose track of things all the same.]
Guess that means I get to boss you around.
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[She hears that amusement, and there might even be a flicker of a grin on her own face. Her head feels clearer than it did moments ago.]
Huh. That's weird.
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