hadriel_logs | 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!

► This log covers September 22nd-29th.
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[To be fair, its awfully hard to be inconspicuous when you're one of like, maybe two people that has a tail in this city. She stumbles along after Lup, her cheeks flushing for a completely different reason (they're holding hands!!!!), but stands a little paralyzed when asked to do just about anything else.]

Well, I, I don't-- I mean, I'm not-- hhhhhhuuuuhhhhh okay!!

[She sure is wiggling. That's a start? On the whole, she tries to copy one of Lup's moves, smiling nervously towards her as if trying to see if Lup approves.]

[Alphys may be a bit of a sight out there on the dance floor, awkwardly wiggling around to the music in a cat suit, but the look Lup shoots her is just full on elation. The elf squeezes the other woman's hands and lets out a delighted laugh, throwing her head back and soaking in the fun of the moment. No fighting monsters in the arena, no arguing with shitty gods, no fending for their sanity from stupid events. This is just what she needed.

Lup shoots Alphys a wink when she makes a pretty good attempt at copying Lup's moves.]

Look at you go, what a babe! Hey, can I spin you?

[She's still nervous, almost noticibly so, but Lup smiles and for a moment, her soul feels light. One day she'll resolve to be better and not catch feelings for every person who's even remotely nice to her, but today is not that day, not when Lup is so close, not when she laughs, and Alphys can believe for a moment she helped pull that out of her.]

Okay!

[She braces herself to let Lup move her as she pleases, content to just be in her presence as they dance.]

[With Alphys' permission, Lup gives the other woman's hand another squeeze before moving her arm up and guiding her into a quick, tight spin. It's not too extravagant or speedy and the elf attempts to guide Alphys so her tail doesn't swipe Lup in the legs, but it ends up looking adorable. Adorable enough that Lup loops Alphys around in three short spins before her free hand grabs at the woman's shoulder, stopping her gently as she laughs. If Alphys was a little taller, Lup would have wrapped a hand around her waist instead, but unless she wants to get levitated, the shoulder was going to have to do.

There's just no keeping the delight off of Lup's pink-cheeked face.] You make that outfit work, Alphy.

[Alphys manages to keep her tail tight, using her free hand to hold onto the edge of her glasses so they don't go flying. She's not the most coordinated, but Lup holds her carefully, and she probably wouldn't even notice if Lup did levitate her at this point. She can't even tell she's on the ground now.]

Well, I... I t-try, I guess. I mean, it's-- I've never thought cute things really suited me. But I always wanted them to.

[And it's the lightest punch ever given to anyone in history, but Lup taps Alphys in the shoulder with her fist, laughing.]

You nerd. I told you when we first met that you should dress the way you want to. You are cute as hell, girl. Whatever you wanna wear, that's what suits you. Fashion is about expressing yourself. It's how you present yourself out into the world. You wanna be the cutie Kissy Meow Meow main character, you fucking own it.

[She laughs a little, mostly out of nerves, still blushing. It's also everything she has not to mumble out the show's actual name, because she's trying really hard not to be the biggest dork in all of creation, and she wants Lup to Like Her, Okay.]

I just... y-you know. I'm not really a cute person. Nobody makes clothes that fits, uh, anyway, so I just sort of... gave up on it.

[Lup always looks so nice, but Alphys thinks she might look nice too without her glasses, and with cool hair, and elf ears. Lets be real, this is not the first time Alphys has wanted to be a super anime elf.]

I mean, uh, m-maybe someday, you know?

[Lup is too drunk for this debate, the woman's tipsy swaying back and forth to the music stopping momentarily as she just stares down at Alphys, the music blaring in catchy rhythmic beats over them.

Then, before Alphys has much of a chance to catch on to what's happening, the elf shoots the shorter woman a sharp, toothy grin as she's leaning down to touch a hand against the other's cheek. Her fingertips linger there against Alphys' scales, light and barely there, before Lup's slipping forward to press a kiss to her opposite cheek. It's quick, a sloppy, slightly off-centered touch of soft lips against scales, but it counts.

When Lup pulls away, she chuckles and squeezes Alphys' hand.]

Well, I think you're plenty cute, babe. [And because they've already stopped dancing--] Mm, wanna go grab another drink and we'll dance some more? This honey's gotta take advantage of this bar while we got it!

[She doesn't know what to think, when Lup stops and looks at her. Maybe she's harshing the party too much. Maybe she's ruined it all by focusing too much on her. But as Alphys goes to apologize, Lup's hand touches her cheek, and she swears the world stops. Party, what party. She ca't hear the roar of the crowd, the pulse of the music, just the sound of her SOUL fluttering in her chest.

Lup kissed her. Like, not lips but that literally doesn't even matter. She did it.

Alphys knows someone is talking to her, but everything seems to just be gone as her blush overtakes most of her face, and she just. Forgets how to stand up, basically. She sputters something and just falls over.

Good job Lup, you're too pretty, you broke her.]

[Not exactly the reaction that Lup had been going for, but it's kind of cute in the nerdiest way possible.

The elf scrambles a little when Alphys first falls, just to make sure the other woman didn't bust her head wide open on the dance floor. But once she's confirmed that Alphys is a little bruised but fine, there's really not much for Lup to do but Levitate the her friend over to one of the quiet rooms used for the boring people who can't hold their booze and need a big ol' nap during the party. Alphys gets sloppily tucked in to bed with another kiss to her forehead before Lup's right back at it again on the dance floor.

Though she absolutely makes a mental note to tease Alphys relentlessly about it later.]

Event Log: Party Royale

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