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

[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.

[roseofthetyrells]

[very true, much as she'd like the opportunity to beat Cersei into submission]

How long do you think we'll have to keep both sides in a locked room before they're ready to listen to reason? [she's joking. mostly] It seems likely we'll both have to use our talents before the task is done.

[hot_mes]

Ah, yeah. More likely than not, at this rate.

[sigh...]

I have my doubts that the gods have any sense of reason. Ugh, I hate calling them that, since they're probably not actually deities, but what else can I call them?

[roseofthetyrells]

Well, as I said, the one I met did not inspire much confidence. Perhaps the others will be more impressive? Or at the very least, more willing to work with us, rather than talk down to us as though we were naughty children.

As for what to call them, I'm not sure. Beings? Entities?

[hot_mes]

Creatures...?

[all of them are just as good at this point. Differentiates them from monsters for the hapless things brought in every time the Door opens]

I don't know. From what I hear, with names like Rage and Fear, I wouldn't want to be impressed by them. I'm not even sure I trust someone called Delight - I know what lengths people will go to for pleasure and fun, it can't be all that great.

[roseofthetyrells]

Creatures. [she gives a small shrug] If we're not going to call them gods, we might as well call them that.

[Margaery is not overly fond of the monsters, either. being a non-combatant will do that]

Even Confusion can be dangerous. If you can't trust the clarity of your own mind, what can you trust?

[hot_mes]

Confusion sounds like no one I want to meet.

[as much as he tells himself to stay on his guard for routine god shenanigans, it's impossible to predict. What will happen? When will it happen? How will they all feel? Ugh.]

Creatures or whatever, they still have too much control over us and our situation. Best not to piss them off at the very least, even if we can't get along.

[roseofthetyrells]

Nor I. My title means nothing here. All I have are my wits. I'd rather they weren't addled.

[Marg has just gotten here, so other than this event, she really doesn't know what to expect from the gods. she just knows that she wasn't overly impressed with the one she met]

Yes, antagonizing them wouldn't be wise. At the same time, we can still think what we truly think of them in the privacy of our own minds. [conspiratorial smile]

[hot_mes]

Unless they can read minds, in order to find out what we're afraid of or angry about. Then we might as well just insult them to their faces.

[sure it's not the best plan but sometimes it just feels better to be a jerk]

[roseofthetyrells]

I don't think they can go quite that far. In my encounter with Hope, he misread much of what I said, so either they can't read minds or they can and he was making matters worse on purpose.

[it does! it's especially nice when you're able to do it with a smile]

[hot_mes]

Hm. I hadn't thought about it that way. [deliberate misinterpretation, or coming from a different point of reference entirely. What a twist.]

I suppose it's too early to form theories. I've only been through a couple of instances were supposedly they were influencing us, how we think and how we feel. How they knew what I worried about back home...that's uncertain, now.

[roseofthetyrells]

[the minds of gods are impossible to fathom]

Yes, I suppose. This is only my first time, but I was able to resist the paintball gun. Perhaps because guns don't exist in my world or maybe I was just fortunate.

[hot_mes]

Not even curious enough to pick it up? Smart. You may not be so lucky next time. There was definitely something about the gun itself this time - I didn't have a reason to touch it for several days, it wasn't until I did that I got involved.

[he looks into his cup, almost rethinking the rum]

It might be wise to be wary of any gifts they hand us.

[roseofthetyrells]

No, I wasn't. Perhaps because I read the note first which sounded like a threat. I hope that I'll be able to resist the next time, but it's impossible to know what that next time will even be. What made you finally pick up the gun?

[Marg takes a sip of her wine. it doesn't taste as sweet as it used to]

You think perhaps they're drugged?

[hot_mes]

No...I'd be able to tell. [well, it would take some work but eventually he'd figure it out] The food is safe, for now. It's not like we have much choice in that matter.

As for the rest...I could no longer just dodge and hide. I had to defend myself. I didn't want to end up in a coma like the ones who got hit.

[roseofthetyrells]

That's a relief. It's impossible to avoid eating, after all.

Did you make it to the very end?

[hot_mes]

Yeah. I don't prefer guns but I'm pretty good with them when I have to be.

[and he sounds entirely grumpy about it. But then, the prize for winning was even more guns so...]

[roseofthetyrells]

I've never seen one before now. We have no such things where I'm from.

[because that's what this place needs. more guns]

[hot_mes]

It doesn't matter. Next time it could be a book - anything. Who knows?

[roseofthetyrells]

That's the problem. We have no way of knowing what that next time might be. Only that there will be a next time.

[hot_mes]

Exactly. So. Stay on your guard, your majesty. [rumsip]

[roseofthetyrells]

Always. You, too. [sips at her wine]