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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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► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If you fall and break your neck or something because you can't die in paintball, please let us know here.
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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.
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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.
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"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."
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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."
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"Yeah, if you wanna put the effort into it. Isn't it so much more fun just being awesome and letting them know they can't touch you? It's classic. All this moping and they know they've won. Unless you've got a personal funnel to blow some fire right up their asses, at which point I'm listening way more than I was five minutes ago."
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"Am not moping. Just not participating in this stupid fucking party. There's a difference." Of course, it's Delight's party, and she can
crysulk if she wants to. Sulk sulk.no subject
He drops back into his voice, still bubbly with humor. "Seriously. Live a little. Take what you're given and run with it, my dude."
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"First of all, there's already someone who likes me just fine." She then jerks a thumb towards the jukebox nearby. "Second, am not sulking next to the music player -- just thinking of the various ways one can disconnect it and leave this fuck-festival without drawing attention from the gods."
Or she could ask Delight, but Rey doesn't currently see why she should be having to ask for permission for anything about this whole mess they put them through.
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"Why didn't you say it was a matter of taking shit from the gods at the, uh, beginning of this? That's easy as hell, my dude. Is it a weight problem? 'Cause I totally have a fix for that."
Do you trust him, Rey?
You probably shouldn't.
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"No, it isn't a weight problem." She rubs her mouth a moment in thought, as she gives the jukebox a look. "More of a bulk problem."
Rey is by no means petite, but even she would have problems getting her arms around that thing on her own.
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"Alright, alright, can't get your arms around it, I get that. But here's a thought- I could totally make it float and you could walk outta here like it's a fuckin' parade balloon."
He looks entirely serious about this, by the way. Fuck the gods. Take everything your gay little hands can carry.
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Of course. She could almost laugh, because of course. Been in this fucking place for how long and she should be used to people with their wibbly wobbly magic shit. Rey scratches her forehead, then barks an amused sound.
"Sure. Why the fuck not. Doesn't look like we can leave yet, but sure."
Fucking do this thing.
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He shoos her a bit away so she can watch, and takes his Umbra Staff off his hip, pointing it at the jukebox and muttering an incantation. Sure enough, within seconds, the thing starts to float off the ground, rising about a foot and stopping as it's caught by it's cord, drifting slightly back and forth. Taako grins wide, gestures to it with a flourish.
"See? Just drag it by the plug. Donezo, my dude."
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Having been in Hadriel for as long as she has, this is par for the course.
Rey gives him space while he shows off, canting her head to the side as she thinks. Hmmm.
"How long can you keep doing that? And do you know where the bar is?"
Two very important questions for the night.
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He's not really channeling this one, just casting, so he doesn't even need to still be around when she takes it. Frankly, Taako would say she's getting a hell of a deal.
"You could totally hook me up with some nice wine for my trouble though. Just saying."
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Duh.
"But, sure. Whatever. Wine's no problem."
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"Hell yeah. Alright, cool, just let me know when you wanna move this whatever then. Jukebox for wine, I'm liking this trade." As if, somehow, the jukebox is his now. That's just how this works.
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Rey sighs, and nods.
"Okay. Will get back to you on that once we're able to leave this place."
She's just going to ignore the quiet insinuation of the jukebox's ownership and leave it at that for now. Either way, she's taking that damned thing before night's end.
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"Sweet! Just let ol' Taako know."
And he sort of gives her a little salute and saunters off, presumably to find more alcohol to consume. This night's just gettin' better.