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

[hot_mes]

[what is this fun you speak of]

All the same, I'm not in any hurry to risk our chances of survival and getting home. I don't know much about this force they're looking for aside from the fact that they can't follow through on any wild promises either. Damned if we do, damned if we don't.

[roseofthetyrells]

[fun: things you do because you enjoy them and/or are good at them]

How much do you know about this other force? I tried asking Hope and got no answers.

[hot_mes]

Only what was written in the guide. I spoke to one person about it, but the rest has been mostly eavesdropping on the phone. It sounds like there are some people who are so pissed off at the way the gods use us that they'd rather kill them, even if there's a good chance doing so will doom us all.

[he says it quietly, just in case there are any folks around assisting Hope with that interrogation, or the gods themselves invisibly eavesdropping]

[roseofthetyrells]

[she pitches her voice low and quiet to also avoid being listened in on]

I'm no friend of the gods, but even I realize that killing them would be foolish. We have no proof that the other force can actually do what they say they can. And as I mentioned, if I go back home, I go back to being dead. I'm best off staying here, at least for now.

[hot_mes]

Mm. Smart choice. [he really can't fault anyone for choosing life over death, really. Tattoos aside.

Law looks into his cup again and decides it's time for a refill.]

It bears keeping an eye on it, anyway. I won't be too happy if this place erupts into some kind of civil war over it.

[roseofthetyrells]

[Marg finds life infinitely preferable to death. life, even here, allows possibilities. death? all possibilities are gone]

Do you truly think it could go that far?

[hot_mes]

Anything's possible.

[such is his pessimism, regardless of whether he actually believes it possible at this point. Law gets up, waggling his cup]

I'm getting a drink. Want anything?

[roseofthetyrells]

Yes. I suppose you're right. So what do we do?

[after dying once due to an egomaniacal woman on a power trip, she'll be damned if she's killed again by Hadriel residents in their little civil war]

Oh! White wine, please.

[hot_mes]

[fortunately, he's picked a seat relatively close to easy access to drinks, so it doesn't take long. One glass of white wine, and one full mug of rum. Topics like this are best discussed over drinks.]

As for what to do...wait and see, I think. I don't want to jump the gun on anything. It's better to bide our time and see how this thing with the gods shakes out.

[roseofthetyrells]

[Margaery takes her glass when it's offered and takes a sip]

You're right, I think. I've only met one of the gods and I've never encountered the Null. There's nothing I could do physically, anyway. I wasn't trained for such things.

[hot_mes]

There are other ways around war besides physically fighting.

[his eyes slide to the side, surveying the population of the coliseum - the entire population of Hadriel, really]

That was the first one I spoke to. I'm not in any hurry to meet the rest, especially if they're the ones who enjoy torturing us for negative emotions.

[roseofthetyrells]

Do you mean negotiation? If you do, that I was trained for. I'm just not sure that either side will be willing to listen to the other.

[she takes a sip of her wine and watches the revelers go about it]

The one I spoke to didn't seem to understand that trust is a vital component to making a populace follow their lead and supposedly he was a god of hope of all things. [dry laugh] He didn't inspire much hope in me. Or confidence, either.

[hot_mes]

Among other things. [a slight smirk] Good to know. It's always good to have full stock of what options are available well ahead of ever needing them.

[he snorts into his rum]

I don't think they're actually the embodiment of their domain. He didn't give me any sense of hope, either. Ironic, that even the slightest feeling of hope that someone can get this situation under control probably feeds him...

[roseofthetyrells]

Well, if there does come a time when negotiation is on the table, I'll try to help. It's the least I can do. I've no more interest in wars or factions or divisions than you seem to have.

It figures then, wouldn't it? That a god would be petty. I don't know why I expected anything less.

[hot_mes]

I'll consider it an alliance, then, your majesty.

[which calls for a sip of rum. He's not like some pirates, he'd rather take it one small sip at a time]

You said yours were...Faith of Seven, something like that? Where I come from, there's so many islands with their own cultures, no two really agree. The nuns who ran the school I went to...they were kind women, I don't think they'd have followed a petty god.

[roseofthetyrells]

Good. Perhaps we'll find more like-minded people to join us.

[Margaery raises her glass of wine in salute, then takes a sip]

Yes. Mother, Father, Maiden, Warrior, Smith, Crone, and the Stranger. Most of the names, the meaning is obvious, but the Stranger? The Stranger was death. And your nuns were better women than most. Or at least more discerning.

[hot_mes]

I don't know about that. Kind, maybe. Naive, that too.

Interesting. To consider death a stranger... [shifting his free hand on his knee, splaying out his fingers to call attention to the tattoos. The topic always gets him interested.] Is it the unknown beyond, I wonder? Or the thought that no matter how prepared you are, it still walks up to you unexpectedly...

[roseofthetyrells]

Kindness can be a strength, especially when those around you are unkind.

[looks at his tattoos curiously]

I wish I could say for certain. I died, I know I died, but instead of the seven heavens or seven hells that were preached about, all there was was darkness. Until I woke up here.

[hot_mes]

Yeah...

[it only lasts a fraction of a second, but that fraction is a moment of vulnerability. He knows how true that really is.

And then it's gone, and he's back to being stoic and pensive.]

I suppose it's gotta be a punch in the gut, having your beliefs sort of upended like that.

[roseofthetyrells]

[Marg doesn't comment on it, sure that it would be unappreciated, but she does notice and it makes her feel good about allying with him]

A bit, yes. Though, I had been having--doubts about my faith in the Seven. Perhaps that's why I ended up here.

[hot_mes]

Doubt isn't a bad thing. It means you're thinking for yourself, questioning. That seems like a useful skill to have in a place like this where beings who call themselves gods exist.

[believe nothing! ahem]

[roseofthetyrells]

For so much of my life, I followed ambitions. My family's. My own. I saw opportunities and seized them, never with a moment's hesitation. I think perhaps doubt may have helped me stay alive instead of dying. I don't intend to make the same mistake twice. Especially with these so-called gods.

[Marg highly doubts that they are gods in the first place]

[hot_mes]

[well done, Margaery, he's even more intrigued now. It's not often he can speak on the level with people who understand the harshness of life.]

Plowing ahead with ambition can get you pretty far, and caution can hold you back. But I think I understand, completely. There are many who should have stopped and questioned their assumptions, it might have kept them from losing everything.

[not him, haha. He's the one who brings the powerful down - the D who will blow up a storm.]

You can put that ambition to good use, here. Who knows? Maybe if we play our cards right, everyone can have what they want - even the dead.

[roseofthetyrells]

[she had lived the life of a pampered and spoiled lady for much of her life. several months in a cell at the mercy of the Faith Militant cured her of much of her illusions]

Plowing ahead with ambition made me the wife of three kings, but I had no joy of any of them. And I feel that many of the people here should avoid making my mistake of just following their ambitions.

[Margaery thought that she could take Cersei down, but you can't outsmart a psychopath with no regard for human life]

They feel that either the gods or the Null have a lot to offer them. Perhaps they're even right. But at what cost? That, we'll have to help them understand.

[hot_mes]

[no, you can't, you just have to beat them into submission. Oh wait, we were talking about her, not him]

Hopefully, they're of a mind to listen to reasoned logic and don't need the cost and the consequences beaten into their heads instead. [a thought which calls for another smirk into his rum] One requires your expertise, the other one mine.