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.
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Comments

[roseofthetyrells]

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?

[circumitus]

[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.

[roseofthetyrells]

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.

[circumitus]

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?

[roseofthetyrells]

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.

[circumitus]

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.]

[roseofthetyrells]

[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?

[circumitus]

[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?]

[roseofthetyrells]

[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.

[circumitus]

[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?

[roseofthetyrells]

[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.

[circumitus]

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?

[roseofthetyrells]

A century and a half ago? That sounds confusing.

[says the woman whose world hasn't advanced in technology in a thousand years]

Well, my first husband was murdered. So was my second husband. The third, I was the one who was murdered and I ended up here.

[circumitus]

Not really. It's probably more confusing for the old timers and people off-world who've never even seen a phone before.

[Given the amount of people she's met from even much longer ago, she knows they exist. And Margaery is a shining example of the latter group.

[Her brows raise.] Oh. So, you married three kings then. [Pause.] Sounds rather cutthroat.

[roseofthetyrells]

Oh yes, the phones! I was so confused at first, but it's really very useful. Much more efficient than ravens.

[yeah, she didn't even know what canned food was, much less how to open it at first]

[small, slightly bitter laugh] Oh, it was. The politics of Westeros can be--rather dangerous.

[circumitus]

Took some getting used to. They resemble a much older model from what we use now.

[That must be a sight. The sorcery of can openers.]

To be fair, that sounds like politics in general. Always tried to stay out of them.

[roseofthetyrells]

An older model? There are more advanced phones than these?

[she's still pretty hopeless at most technology. it took her days to realize what light switches were for and then she spent the better part of an hour just turning it on and off again]

That's very wise of you. I didn't have much choice in the matter. Father was determined to win a crown for me and later on, I shared his determination.

[circumitus]

[She nods.] You don't need to worry about carrying them around, for one thing. Some are devices that you can just plug into your ear, or audio-visuals that are connected to eyewear. Contacts, glasses, goggles, helmets... shit like that.

[The compactness of such things were much easier to take when on missions.]

Mn. Guess most women didn't really have a say in that sort of stuff, did they?

[Rey's from the future, but she knows history.]

[roseofthetyrells]

That's extraordinary! How does it all work?

[Marg is both confused by and enamored with all of the technology on offer. Westeros is primitive by comparison]

No, not really. But I made the choice that led to my eventual death.

[protip: never ally yourself to Lannisters. it never ends well]

[circumitus]

Can't tell you how it works, just how to use them. It's tech that was developed some time ago.

[She's a soldier, not an inventor. That was more of her parents' thing. Or, rather, the people who made her...]

Maybe, but it doesn't sound like you had many alternatives.

[roseofthetyrells]

It must be amazing to live in a place with access to so much technology.

[Marg is neither. she just finds herself fascinated by all of the technology she hears about]

No, not really. Stannis would never have had us after we allied ourselves with Renly. Robb Stark only wanted independence for the North and the Riverlands. Had I it to do over again, I'd choose the Starks, but that likely would have ended in my death as well.

[circumitus]

Never really thought about it. That's just how it's always been. [Which is fair, coming from someone who was created by technology.

[A couple of those names (sort of) ring a bell. Rey has known some Starks, but it's such a common name that it could be anyone from anywhere. But still, Margaery has a similar way of talking like them, so it can't be a coincidence... Not everything around here is.]

Ah. Am being reminded again why politics fucking suck. [So eloquently put, Rey.]

[roseofthetyrells]

I suppose if you're raised with it, it's not so exciting. [but to Marg, it's still very exciting and will likely continue to be so for some time

no, it's likely no coincidence. the Starks have a way of popping up in unusual circumstances

Marg laughs] They do indeed, but politics were the battlefield House Tyrell always preferred. Not that we couldn't fight physically, my brother Loras was quite adept, but we always prided ourselves on our political acumen. But this time, we underestimated our enemy.

[circumitus]

More or less. Not that nothing is surprising and innovative. Plenty of new tech has been developed and advanced over the last hundred years.

[Having lived for nearly that long, Rey's got to see technological progress from an interesting perspective, and as different people.]

You seem like the type who fights with pens rather than swords.

[roseofthetyrells]

I've heard of things called computers that can hold entire libraries of information on them but be small enough to hold on your lap.

[Marg wouldn't be able to imagine such a thing. she still has trouble with her phone]

With pens and words, yes. I was good. I was very good. But it wasn't enough to save me when Cersei Lannister decided to destroy the Sept of Baelor. I tried to warn them, but they were so secure in their safety and their gods that they wouldn't listen.