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!

► This log covers September 22nd-29th.
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No problem.

[George has been stashing more non-perishable goods in her courier bag]

--oh. Thanks. I guess it's my prize for lasting as long as I did?

That's not too bad. I got chocolates.

[He's not complaining. He'll save them to share with Ronan, or just when he needs a pick-me-up.]

You definitely lasted longer than me, then.

Chocolates are good. Haven't seen much of 'em around here, either.

[George may or may not be stashing a bottle of scotch in her courier bag]

Only out of luck. I only got one person, then freaked out when I couldn't wake 'im up. So after that, I just stuck to hiding as much as possible.

I can't blame you. That was pretty weird, and I wouldn't put it past them to make something seem like an innocent game but then force us to kill each other. I freaked out a little too, until I realized the person I shot was still breathing.

[It was more than a little alarming.]

I didn't try as hard after that, either.

[George nods]

Yeah. I mean, at first I figured it was just paintball, y'know? Get someone a little messy and we all laugh it off. Nnnnnnope.

[George thought the person she hit was dead at first]

It didn't help that the person I got was a kid.

A kid?

[That would be really upsetting. He'd have stopped after that, too.]

Are they okay?

Yeah. I feel like a total asshole.

[George has Issues when it comes to the deaths of kids]

Yes? I mean, I assume he is. Haven't seen him around the party yet, but I'd like to. So I can, y'know, apologize.

Well, you didn't know. It just seemed like a game.

I haven't seen any kids around yet, but they're probably here somewhere.

Yeah, I guess. Though, that note shoulda given it away.

I'll have to keep an eye out, then. Maybe I'll get lucky and he won't hold a grudge?

Just find a water gun or something and let him hit you a few times.

[He grins, just a little.]

That should make things even.

...that's not a bad idea, actually. I'd have to take off the jacket first, though. No way in hell am I ruining it.

It is a pretty nice jacket. I can't blame you - half the clothes in this city are really weird. It's hard finding anything decent.

Yeah, I tried looking at the shop the other day. Everything was pink. Pepto Bismol pink. Not a good look on anyone.

[He laughs, quick and quiet.]

That sounds right. If you look around enough, you can find things that are okay, but it takes time.

And patience. Which I don't have. Good thing I'm not exactly the girly-girl fashion-obsessed type?

I'd feel bad for anyone who was. Except I guess there's that sewing shop someone set up.

[He vaguely remembers hearing about that.]

I don't know if anyone's still doing it, though.

I saw that someone made a video about reopening it. I didn't ask for anything, though, 'cause all I wear is jeans and tshirts. I figured that would be a little dumb to ask for.

Yeah, plus you can find that stuff in the shops usually. It just takes some effort, especially if you want something that fits.

[Which is annoying.]

Tell me about it. I went the other day and it's like they have every fucking size of jeans but the size I wear. On purpose. Jerks.

Maybe they let Rage stock the shops sometimes, just to annoy us.

[He sounds amused.]

I guess I can't fault them too much for parties like these, though.

Y'know, it wouldn't surprise me.

[she sounds vaguely exasperated, but directed towards the gods, not him]

I guess not. This is nice. The stuff before it, I wasn't so fond of, but this is cool.

At least it was just paintball, not actual murder.

[Unfortunately, he's been around long enough to see that, too.]

...please tell me that the gods haven't made people actually kill each other.

[she will totes not be surprised if they have, but allow her this brief moment of innocence]

They did. They also created evil doubles, buried us alive, and made us see our fears. Among other things.

[It all sucked.]

[at this, she groans and buries her face in her hands for a moment]

I'd heard about the buried alive thing, but the rest? Brand new information. I need a drink.

[at this, she pulls a stolen bottle of whiskey out of her bag and takes a quick swig]

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