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

[aroundthecoroner]

[Michael makes a show of looking her kigurumi up and down.]

Somehow I don't think I'd pull it off as well as you. Even if it does look "one size fits all".

[evocation]

[Wrong thing to say, Michael. She grins at him, waggling her eyebrows teasingly.]

Are you saying it looks good on me?

[aroundthecoroner]

About as good as wearing a stuffed animal can look.

[He takes a drink to try and drown out his laughter over his own joke.]

[evocation]

Whatever. I'm still taking it as a compliment.

[She nudges him with her elbow gently.]

You could have been smoother about it, though.

[aroundthecoroner]

I don't know if there's really a smooth way to say that it kind of looks like a non-committal fur suit.

[Is this a joke too far??? He guesses he'll find out.]

[evocation]

Oh my god.

[She practically squeaks it out, swatting him on the arm.]

You're such a dick! I'm not a furry!

[Weirdly, though, she looks almost amused.]

[aroundthecoroner]

[He's not really used to friendly swats, and he doesn't super like it, but whatever. He's in a good mood, it's not a big deal.]

Not a very dedicated one, anyway. And hey, don't blame me, nobody made you wear it.

[evocation]

[She's definitely going to try to pluck the drink from his hand now.]

And no one made you like, insult my honor.