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.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well
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Comments

[doctoral_bird]

[ The burning flame that had ignited Malkus began to wane as he heard nothing but Lup's laughter. He steadied himself, resuming a normal posture once again. Malkus almost didn't want to raise his head from his arm, as the reality of the situation came crashing down on his chest like a load of stones. ]

This...

[ Any dramatic flare absent, his voice resumed a quiet timidness of someone realizing they may have been goofed. ]

This is not an elf... thing. Is it.

[ He let his arms fall, maintaining a solid stare at Lup. There was a slight turn of his head towards Marian, before turning back to the doubled over elf. ]

[einselective]

[Honestly, Marian just looks tired at this point. Very, very tired. A party with copious amounts of alcohol is not her idea of a good time, and whatever this prank was supposed to be, she doesn't get it.]

I'm not sure what that was. Are you both quite finished?

[restinglichface]

[Naturally, Lup ignores Marian.]

What? No way, Malk! I told you that dance is freakin' elf culture and I meant it! Here-- [and to prove her point, she's definitely bending down into a dab of her own, right beside Marian. Cause what in the world could possibly be more embarrassing than standing next to the person who is dabbing at a party? Literally nothing.]

See! You killed it, my dude. Up top! [She raises up to lift a hand for him to highfive, if Malkus dares come close enough for it. Lup glances over at Marian, who looks just as pleasant as ever, and raises her other hand for her.] Double highfive! C'mon, sis!

[doctoral_bird]

[ Maybe Marian just didn't appreciate the elven people? Could that be it?! No, it couldn't be. Malkus clearly just performed poorly, being a novice and all. But still, her response wasn't entirely unexpected. The birdman's demeanor seemed conflicted. ]

It was meant to entert- Oh- [ As Lup interrupted with her own dab, Malkus felt a wave of relief. Much like a younger brother, all too easy to pick on, the doctor had hoped so dearly he wasn't being mocked. ]

A-Alright! Yes! I have seen this before! [ He enthusiastically rushed over and rose his hand to slap it against Lup's. Yes! The energy was back! He bounced on his feet, clapping with excitement. ]

Marvelous! Doctor Tenebris, one can harbor a seething hate for the parasites and still find joy in dance!

[einselective]

[Lup gets left hanging, because Marian folds her arms across her chest instead. She could just walk away, but has the distinct feeling that unless quashed here, this is going to... keep happening.]

Is that what it's supposed to be? What exactly is there to be joyful about, aside from the profusion of alcohol, which I notice both of you have clearly been enjoying to excess.