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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!

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!

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[If it's one thing she understands about people, it's their need for alcohol. It's hit or miss with Rey, herself.

[Margaery's admission to abstaining from the "game" does earn her a few points, though. The angry tension in her shoulders relax a little.]

That does help, actually. Good to know that some people had the sense not to play.

[She pauses.] Were you shot?

[Marg doesn't drink heavily (that she left to Cersei), just a glass or two to take the edge off at the end of the day, but she's witnessed plenty of heavy drinking during her time here

such a game is beyond Margaery's abilities. she felt the urge to do so, sure, but she repressed it as best as she could]

Not everyone is content to be subject to the whims of those calling themselves gods.

[Marg nods] Yes, I was. It was unpleasant. And it ruined my dress.

[Seeing as Rey's own ability to resistance had been attributed to her "superior brain" -- a claim she had made no attempt to make -- knowing that there are others to prove as further evidence to the contrary is something she can shove into the faces of those who happily partake in such affairs. So good on you, Margaery.]

No, we're not. Not when their whims involve hurting each other.

[Regardless of how it appeared, Rey can't help but see it that way. Paint or not.]

The paint is a bitch to get out. If that's all there was to it, though, it would be a different story -- and not those carelessly incapacitating each other on the pretense of a damn "game". [Bitter, much? Yes she is.]

[Margaery has a great deal of skepticism about gods, both big G and small g. she learned doubt in the cells of the Faith of the Seven and had it confirmed when the Sept of Baelor went up in wildfire flames with her in it. and she wasn't overly impressed when she spoke to Hope. add it all up and you have a woman who will do her best to resist whenever she can]

Do such events happen often? Ones where we're expected to harm one another to feed one of the creatures calling themselves gods?

[well, there was no way of knowing that the comas were only temporary afflictions]

Such games sew conflict and discord when we should all be working together.

[Aside from their abilities, Rey has a hard time seeing them as gods, but "parasites" sounds too derogatory when they're not all worthy of the same ire; just the harmful ones. She's never been one for faith, either, so the concept isn't as world-shattering as it might have been for those who are.]

Sort of. It's mostly Rage's doing, but usually it's something external, like a hoard of undead or monsters. One time we had the "pleasure" [air quotes are practically audible] of being killed or attacked by doubles who looked like us.

[Fun times. Rey wasn't killed, but she sure didn't appreciate being buried alive.]

Agreed. If the Null are smart, they'll try to plan their next attack during incidents where we're too busy taking each other out.

[Marg is going with "creatures" for now. at least until she can find a more accurate description or she meets one who isn't a giant ass to her]

As though we don't have enough monsters to deal with already. And attacked by your own doubles? That doesn't even make any sense!

[who would? that sounds horrific]

That would seem like the best plan. We'd all be so busy trying to kill one another, we'd be defenseless against an outside threat.

[That's not totally inaccurate, at least.]

A lot of shit here doesn't make sense. Though they were evidently trying to replace the originals.

[After a while, you sadly learn to embrace the insanity of this place. Hell, it's not like Rey's life was ever sane to begin with.]

This last week would have been a perfect time, too. Even if people weren't dying, they were still vulnerable to attack. With Hope being the prime target, we can't afford to keep brushing off death as a temporary state. [A concept that just seems like madness on its own to Rey, even as someone who's died repeatedly back in her own world.]

[and it makes her feel better about disliking them!]

Could people tell the difference between the copy and the original?

[Marg has dealt with insanity. she had Cersei Lannister as a mother-in-law]

I am the last person who'd brush off death as temporary. I died before I came here. I'm in no hurry to die a second time, even if it is temporary.

Physically? No. Not until the copy was trying to kill you or do worse.

[There are worse things that can happen to you than dying, after all.

[Rey raises her brows at Margaery's comment about dying, but isn't surprised because she's heard this sort of thing before.]

Well, you're not the only one around these parts. If it's one arguably good thing that comes with this place, it's that the alternative for some is much worse.

That's terrible! It must have been so confusing.

[yeah, there's torture. prolonged torture would be worse than just dying

she's heard that she's not the only one brought back to life by this place]

...well, my death is part of why I no longer believe in gods. In my world, they preached about Seven Heavens or Seven Hells you could go to when you died. When I died, there was nothingness. And then I woke up here.

Well, am pretty sure that Confusion was responsible for it. If not involved in some way. [It seems like the type of mess that she would dabble in.] Think death would've been preferable to being buried alive.

[Especially when you're someone who doesn't die in such conditions within a few mere hours. Rey at least managed to keep herself alive long enough to get dug up.]

Not even a bright light, huh?

[It was always dark whenever Rey died, but that's a place she doesn't enjoy revisiting. More reason for her not to bite it here.]

I dislike the idea of a god of confusion. It seems as though addling the wits of people here further is a poor idea. [shudders} I can think of many things preferable to being buried alive.

[Marg would probably go into a panic if she was buried alive, freak out, and use up all of her oxygen in the process]

No. There was nothing. Perhaps because I already had. . . doubts about the Faith of the Seven.

Confusion does seem a little redundant, doesn't it. [God knows there's plenty of that to go around.] Yes, would recommend avoiding it if you can.

[Rey at least knew a few ways to make use of her time, since it wasn't like she could rely on Fear to prolong her air supply that time.]

Well. If it's any consolation, never saw much between deaths, either... though there was probably a reason for that. [Shrug.] Some people claim to have different experiences.

It does. Also potentially dangerous. [she's noticed that even during her brief time here] Have the creatures ever done the same thing twice?

[Marg comes from an environment of privilege to, well, this]

Oh? So, you've died as well? And do you know what those other experiences are?

[She pauses on that for a moment. Sad to think that she's been here long enough that she would probably remember any sort of reruns.] Nothing exact, though they seem to recycle ideas in different ways sometimes.

[Take that as you would.

[Despite the subject matter, she just shrugs.]

A few times, before coming here. Those were particularly... particular. [Because one could argue whether or not Rey is even "alive" by the normal human standards.] Some claim to see things when they're near death. Visions and things that they shouldn't have any knowledge of.

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Oh? How so?

A few times? I'm so sorry. [Marg has no way of telling any different] I see. Perhaps they were--more at peace with themselves and their gods than I was when I died.

The fucking mirrors, for one thing. [She says this with every bit of disdain as one can muster.] Hope gave us those things to try and make us feel all feel-good, then guess Sorrow decided to play copycat and give us the ones that showed us terrible shit.

[Much as she likes Sorrow better than most of their bunch, she doesn't appreciate his means of obtaining power.

[Another shrug. She's not looking for sympathy; just stating facts.] Maybe. Who knows.

[Pause.]

Why did you have doubts about your faith?

I wasn't there for that, but it sounds awful. No one's sorrow should be on display.

[too bad, you're getting sympathy anyway]

[she takes a deep breath] I was--imprisoned by the Faith Militant. My brother was in prison because he preferred to lay with men and I was there because I lied to protect him.

No, it shouldn't.

[Not that Rey really helped not to make a display out of it. Fortunately, the marks on her face have since healed.

[She stares at Margaery for a moment.] Seriously? They still imprison people for that?

[Of course, "still" differs to "when" and "where" in both time and space.]

[Marg has already had her worst vision become a reality. she was murdered by Cersei in a grab for power]

In Westeros, they do. I. I take it that it's no crime where you're from?

[she tries to pull herself together] I've--I've been terribly rude, haven't I? My name is Margaery Tyrell, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. What's your name?

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[Tough break, man.]

No, not for a long time. [She doesn't even think about it in those ways. But then, her own relationships might say enough.

[She blinks.]

Oh. Um. It's Rey. Just Rey. No fancy titles or anything like... that.

[Why do people have to have such mouthful names?]

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[very much so, especially since Marg figured out that something was up but couldn't get anyone to believe her

Truly? Where are you from? [because Marg is from Westeros, a continent which hasn't progressed much past the Dark Ages in about a thousand years]

It's a pleasure to meet you officially, Rey.

[Of course. People can be so typically terrible and stupid. Case in point: This whole week.]

Earth, though it's evidently one of various different versions of it.

[Since she's met with people from the same world but not "her" world. Which might be a blessing for them, really.]

Yes, um. Likewise. [Introductions are always weird things to Rey.] You said you were a queen?

[this week would seem like a good example of it, yes]

So many of you are from Earth! What's it like?

[Marg knows little of Earth, other than the music is strange]

[she smiles] I was! Three times, in fact.

In some ways, it's the same as other Earths. Same history, but most people come from nearly a century and a half ago.

[Even though Rey is old enough to have more than enough knowledge of the old days.

[She blinks.] Three times? How is that even possible?

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