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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.
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rip in pieces us
[She doesn't like it now that it's over. She doesn't like that she was able to rationalize following the compulsion when she wasn't completely certain about the end result for the people who got shot.]
Do you think it gets easier to resist the longer a person has been here?
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[Except for one very big difference--]
But since this is external, not internal, it's still a very different situation. We don't know if they're amplifying parts of us that already exist or if they're imposing new effects on us; either way, if they're actually changing our brain chemistry or responses, then there's only so much someone can do to resist it.
[Which is something he doesn't want to think too much about, and isn't his area of focus at all, but maybe one of the psychiatrists here could figure it out.]
And that's all, of course, ignoring that some people are naturally more prone or resistant to these sorts influences and manipulation, some people have different or altered mental responses to certain factors due to mental illness or trauma, and a multitude of other factors to consider.
[It's a mess, basically, and there's no simple answer.]
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I would like to be able to resist the worst compulsions. If we were compelled to kill-- [She frowns and shakes her head.] That happened here once. I can't imagine what it must've felt like to... come out from under the compulsion and realized you'd taken someone's life. Even knowing it wasn't your fault, it must have been horrible.
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[He can't imagine that, honestly; it'd be beyond horrible, and need some word he's not sure exists to really describe it. He also doesn't like that this event was so close to being the same case, because all that would've had to change was that the paint was fatal, and he's not sure if that would've been enough to counteract the compulsion to compete. He likes to think it would've, because he had been at least slightly concerned about the comas, and he'd avoided targeting anyone who wasn't participating in the game, so he wants to think that he would've been able to check himself if the event were truly dangerous.
But he doesn't know for sure, and remembers what he'd told Zack before about not knowing what you're capable of until you're in the situation. He really hopes he won't have reason to find out.]
Maybe now that we've experienced this once, though, we'll be able to recognize it better next time.
[And maybe they'll be also able to tell if certain types of compulsions are stronger or weaker than others; it's not like it would be too much effort to make him and Brennan feel competitive, after all, but other emotions or the like might be a lot more difficult to prompt in them.]
no subject
[It is a rare moment of vulnerability, of letting show just how uncertain she is and how much that troubles her.
It passes quickly though, washed down with a gulp of beer. Worrying about what could be in this place is quite useless, at least right now.]
I would like to save the scotch for a special occasion. My task is, therefore, to find such an occasion.
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[And a, tentatively, hopeful one, at least if she's looking for something worth celebrating. He presumes so, since it's not like she'd have to search too hard for a reason to drink the scotch out of depression.
Speaking of which, he wonders if any of the alcohol at the party will remain after the party itself is over.
And, not at all related, but--]
Sandy will be glad to see you.
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She brightens considerably at the mention of her fox.]
And I will be glad to see her! I have missed her.
[She has been trapped here, forced to party.]
I should bring her back some food from the party. [Some of the meat that Brennan herself will not eat.] Thank you for watching her while I was forced to stay in the colosseum.
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[Although probably any kind of meat would work. Hopefully the food remains after the party and doesn't disappear, also; he's tempted to shove whatever he can carry into his otherwise pointless trophy.]
It's no problem; it's not like taking care of her is exactly inconvenient. It's nice sort of having a pet, even if we would've rather still had you around.
[Although without Brennan being there Sandy had slept on his bed, which had been pretty great. He may or may not have actually been distracted from the competition, even, by cuddling the small animal; it was therapeutic.]