hadriel_logs | 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!

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[Lance would honestly be pleased to have gotten that good of a shot in without looking, but right now he's too focused on strategy; there's no need to avoid responding, since he and Curufin already know each other's positions, so he goes ahead and offers a comment back.]

That happens every once and awhile.

[ There is humor in this. These two get along so well, and now they're opponents in the game. And Curufin is as competitive as Lance; it's just that neither of them displays this openly in their "norma"l Hadriel lives. The Elf is thinking strategy, too. He won't take another shot until he has a good chance of scoring a hit. ]

Only once in a while? You're that good? [ Chuckle. ]

Not to brag, but yes.

[It's said with plenty of humor, even if Lance is very serious about winning this encounter. He does like Curufin, but the competition isn't personal; the compulsion to win is very strong, both from a standpoint of competitivity and the sense that losing could have serious consequences.]

I'd suggest not finding out the hard way.

[ Another chuckle. Of course Lance is that good! He's good at everything else, so why not this? ]

[ Curufin wants to win as well, and by this time, he too has noticed that people who are hit fall asleep and eventually vanish. Some trickery of the gods, of course. Probably not fatal, as they don't seem to like losing their hosts. But still. ]

Of course, it might be you who finds out the hard way. [ A very genuine smile. ]

[Lance would vehemently deny that he's good at everything, but would appreciate the sentiment all the same.]

That's possible, but how much experience do you really have with a gun?

[It's trash talk, but also a legitimate question. Might as well see if he can get an answer.]

I learned how to use one in the world I sojourned in for a while before I came here. There was a man named Tino, who called himself Finland at times -- which is apparently the name of a country of Earth. He was a sharpshooter who needed a gun. So, I had him make some drawings for me, and then I fired up the forge and crafted him a rifle and a revolver. And then I made a few for myself. I already had a stock of gunpowder from another project, so we made ammunition as well. And then we practiced. I started to hunt with the firearms as well as with my bow. So yes, I have experience.

[ Trash talk is all good with Curufin! ]

[Well listen to all that useful information; it's not only relevant here, but some of that will be good to know outside of the event.

Right now, though, he's more focused on the competition, and although he waits for Curufin to finish it's barely a second after he's done speaking that Lance whirls around the corner and takes another shot without aiming, then ducks back out of sight again.]

[ Curufin is pleased to be useful! XD

Pretty good shot for not aimed. It hits the corner behind which Curufin is lurking and he has to throw himself backwards to avoid being splattered.

No real reason to shoot back, as Lance would have ducked as soon as he fired. But still, the gun doesn't seem to run out of paint, ever, so Curufin can afford the extravagance of a demonstrative shot every now and then. He peeks around the corner and fires off a volley of paintballs towards the place Lance's voice was coming from. ]

And yourself, Lance? Did you go to the range every day, in your own world?

[Lance would be pretty pleased with himself over that shot if he had any idea how close it actually was, but he's carefully avoiding the shots that Curufin is peppering the wall with. They're kind of at a stalemate here, but he'll let the conversation continue for now in hopes Curufin will make a mistake or something.]

Not every day, but often. Being an accurate shot is a part of my job.

[ Stalemate, yes. And Curufin is doing the same thing, conversing pleasantly in the hopes that Lance will make an error. ]

Yes, you have spoken of being in the employ of the FBI.

Of course, being an accurate shot is part of my job, too. [ Smile. ]

Event Log: Party Royale

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