Event Log: Party Royale

[hadrielmods]

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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Comments

[mismanagement]

Then it is polite to use her title.

[It's the civilian equivalent of a rank, one well earned, and it would be rude - unforgivably so - to ignore it. Maketh has no reason to do so just yet.

She frowns at Sweets.]

The rules of your world make no sense at all.

[lifetothefullest]

Then, as I said, call her Dr. Brennan. Or just doctor.

[He frowns back, though more to match the expression than because he's actually particularly annoyed.]

I'm sure the same can be said of anyone's world.

[mismanagement]

It was clear in context who I was referring to.

[Referring to someone by their title is perfectly acceptable.]

Most worlds have clear motivations for their rules.

[lifetothefullest]

That's not the problem.

[He sighs, stretching one leg out a bit and moving his plate to balance on the other.]

I can explain exactly why this connotation exists, but I'm not sure there's any point.

[In other words, he's pretty sure she'll still just tell him it doesn't make sense, so he's doesn't think it's worth bothering.]

[mismanagement]

You are a frustrating individual.

[This time, it's not said with any particular malice. Maketh eyes him up and down, then shakes her head.]

Enjoy your victory, I suppose.

[lifetothefullest]

[He can hear the difference from how she usually says it, and so he offers an amiable shrug in return.]

I'm enjoying the food a lot more.

[The undertone is clear there, purposefully telling more than he's actually saying; he's not exactly enjoying his victory as much as he might've previously been implying. Sure, he likes that he won, and he likes the prize that he received for it, but he isn't as pleased by how it came about.]

But thank you all the same.

[That part's just the polite thing to say, not anything more, but he's pretty sure that's how Maketh meant her comment anyway.]