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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[Kravitz ducks and winces and shouts loudly all at once, skeletal hands thrown out in front of him as though that's going to stop a flurry of magic thrown in his direction.]

Please d- stop screaming! I'm not- good gods, my ears-

[Quite frankly, he's a little offended, and straightens up with no small amount of righteous indignation. He focuses perhaps a little harder than he would like, and within seconds, where there was bone, there is flesh again. His hair, oddly, looks ruffled.]

Is this better? I really don't understand all the fuss!

[ The good news is that Angus has stopped screaming, if only because he's run out of breath. The bad news is that he has his wand drawn and pointed at Kravitz, even if his grip is a little bit shaky. ]

I'm not making a fuss! [ The indignance! ] These are basic self-preservation instincts, I'm eleven, I don't want... to...

[ ... Huh. Wait a minute, those dreadlocks look awfully familiar... Angus narrows his eyes, and lowers the wand slightly. Not much, but hey, it's an improvement? ]

... You're the Pringles guy. From the shop.

[He's not too concerned about the wand; unless the boy knows to hit him with radiant damage, Kravitz is relatively safe. What he is concerned about is this once amusing, now entirely inappropriate moniker.]

Kravitz! My name is Kravitz.

[Sigh.]

Yes. That's right. I simply didn't someone else was in here. I'm not- I'm here to collect your soul. Even if your time was up- which it's not- there would be no point in this place, anyway.

Edited 2017-10-17 15:07 (UTC)

... Oh. Huh.

[ He considers this for a moment, and finally tucks the wand back into his sweatervest. ]

In that case, I'm sorry about throwing a pillow at your head, sir, but when you come in unannounced and looking like the grim reaper, it's hard not to jump to certain conclusions.

[He smooths down his hair and straightens his suit jacket, easily appeased by the apology.]

It's fine, I understand.

[He raises an eyebrow and gives Angus a wry look.]

Although I'm not sure what else I should look like.

[Surprise!]

[ Wait, what does he mean by...

... OH, DANG. ]

Oh! Oh, you mean you're actually...! Wow.

Well, that certainly explains the spookiness, it's right in the job description! Do you work for the Raven Queen and everything, sir?

[ Kravitz is no longer a terrifying harbinger of death, in Angus's eyes. He's become a new mystery to solve! Prepare to be followed around with a notebook! ]

[Like, not to toot his own spooky skeleton horn or anything, but yeah he knows, kid. It's pretty cool.

Mistaking curiosity for admiration, (who the fuck would admire the grim reaper) Kravitz puffs up a little.]

I do indeed. Please, feel free to ask anything you wish. Can't reveal trade secrets, though. No concrete answers about fantasy Andy Kaufman, for example.

[He wags his pointer finger.]

I have no idea who fantasy Andy Kaufman is, sir!

[ he says this with all the bright enthusiasm of an 11-year-old who doesn't give a damn about old celebrities! ]

Dang, I wish I'd brought my notebook with me. What's your job like? What sort of stuff do you actually do?

Oh- well, I can always open a portal for you to retrieve it, if you wish. Before I, you know, regale you with fantastical tales about the nature of my job.

[He leans in a little, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret with Angus.]

I must admit, this is the first time someone has really wanted to know much about what I do, and not where they're about to end up. I'm a little excited to discuss it.

That's ok, I have a very good memory. I can write stuff down later.

You said earlier that even if you wanted to collect my soul, there wouldn't be any point here. Does that mean you're cut off from the astral plane?

Excellent!

[He nods along, looking pleased that Angus is already asking the right questions.]

I am, yes. [...the pleased expression quickly shifts into a frown.] I cannot even contact my, ah, employer, if you will.

... That's a bummer, sir.

At least, from what I understand, since we're trapped in a pocket dimension and the rules of time and space don't apply, you won't get in trouble for accidentally disappearing?

[He laughs sharply, and suddenly looks very, very tired.]

You would think that would be the case, wouldn't you? And yet, somehow I suspect otherwise.

If it helps, a bunch of my coworkers are here, and some of them have gone back and reappeared! They never said that our boss got mad!

[ Granted, Madame Director isn't a goddess, but C'MON KRAVITZ, CHEER UP ]

[It doesn't make him feel even a LITTLE better because there is no chance in Kravitz's mind that their boss is as threatening as RQ herself, but hey. It's nice that this kid who hardly knows him is trying to cheer him up. A rare smile tugs at Krav's face.]

Perhaps I should be pushing for more benefits and better treatment of employees, hm?

You could always unionize, sir. There's strength in numbers.

[ He sounds 100% serious about this. C'MON KRAVITZ, LEAD THE WORKPLACE REVOLUTION ]

[He laughs loudly, then realises Angus is not, in fact, telling a joke.]

Ah. Yes. You're, you're quite right. Power to the people, who aren't actually people and are, in fact, very undead.

Event Log: Party Royale

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