Event Log: Party Royale

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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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► If you fall and break your neck or something because you can't die in paintball, please let us know here.

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[circumitus]

Despite having no arguments there, Rey has a better understanding than she'd like to admit.

"They either have short memories or they don't know. We can't keep acting like dying's is no big deal just because we have a guy who can bring them back, though."

That includes you too, Maketh.

[mismanagement]

The point is deserved. Maketh sighs, shifting a little so she can sit closer to Rey. "It cannot be treated like a game when we all know the consequences."

She holds her hand out for the bottle. Today is a good day to drink.

[circumitus]

After taking another long drink, Rey passes the bottle back to its original bearer.

"Can't say it's a surprise when it's dressed up like a game." Doesn't mean it can't be infuriating, though. "Besides, they should be grateful I didn't participate. Would've wiped the floor with the fuckers."

So really, she did them all a favor.

[mismanagement]

Maketh huffs out a laugh, tipping her head back for a long drink. She's tiptoeing on the edge of drunk, not quite there yet. But the alcohol is good and strong, so why not enjoy the ride? "You would have," Maketh agrees cheerfully. At least she can smile, imagining that. "I could have taken bets. You would't have used paintballs at all."

[circumitus]

Having been around Maketh to know when she's getting to that drunk stage, Rey keeps an eye on her. No one needs to see a head of the Guard lose her dignity to the floor.

"Oh, I promise you that I wouldn't have relied on paintballs. I'd never use something that'd knock out its target in one hit. That shit might as well be cheating."

[mismanagement]

"How very sporting of you," Maketh teases, eyes bright as she grins. It's a relief to be surrounded by competent people and a relief to be next to Rey, who may have known low moments but - at least to Maketh eyes - never once seemed leveled by them. Never completely. "I'm sure it would have been quite the sight."

[circumitus]

"Keeping things even on the playing field would be the least I can do."

When you're someone who can render a person into a melted pile of flaming ashes and cinders, relying on conventional weapons without godly boons is a surprisingly merciful way to go. Rey might have her moments, but she still would rather be herself than pushed to do harm for someone else against her will. In that way, this has been a roaring success.

Then, a little more serious: "You were okay through all that, though, right?"

[mismanagement]

Maketh stays quiet for a moment, just watching the party. It's almost simple now, the lights and the music. Like going to the Speakeasy with Rey. They've gone dancing a few times now. If she closes her eyes and lets the alcohol numb the edges down, she can almost pretend things haven't been so carefully arranged.

"I survived," she murmurs. "I'm quite good at that."

Except, of course, for when she's not.

"It is--frustrating. To know how easily the gods can still manipulate us. And how easily some among us would let it happen."

[circumitus]

Although Rey knows that Delight has more to do with the after-festivities than the paint shootings, she still can't shake the bitterness that this place leaves in her mouth. Seeing people not only rewarded for their carelessness, but celebrating it as well does not put her in a dancing mood -- just a drinking one.

At any rate, she's sure that there will be plenty of chances to dance in the future, not just this one. It's not like she is missing a once in a lifetime opportunity, save for maybe pilfering a perfectly good jukebox.

"Some of them didn't seem to care. Doesn't help that the whole damned thing was dressed up like a stupid game when it isn't. Think it got through to some of them, though."

After all, not everyone who responded to her PSA were unreasonable.

[mismanagement]

"Your message."

Maketh shifts to lean against Rey without thinking about it, closing her eyes. Rey is warm and solid and there.

"It had an impact. You cannot discount that."

[circumitus]

Rey shifts when she feels the weight of Maketh press against her, bringing an arm over the other woman's shoulder. Just in case she ends up being a little too tipsy and loses her balance. The warmth of her closeness is a nice one as well.

There is some comfort in Maketh's words, though. They're important to hear, that not everything she does is a waste of time.

"Hope so. Just want people to know that they don't always have to be victims to outside influence. That we aren't completely powerless."

She's just not always the nicest person saying it. But then, if not Rey, then who would?

[mismanagement]

It has come to Maketh's attention that Rey is an excellent pillow. Despite - or perhaps because of - all the metal in her body, all the components bringing the whole into being, it's easy to press herself against Rey's side. Maketh closes her eyes briefly, holding into the bottle. "Sweets said as much. I suppose he had a point. Though you cannot tell him I said that."

[circumitus]

For all of her brute strength and solidness, Rey does make a firm pillar for some to lean on. She doesn't shy away as Maketh makes herself comfortable. But rather, she welcomes the physical contact, while also snorting at that comment.

"Seemed more like he was trying to defend the total opposite."

[mismanagement]

Maketh snorts, settling in against Rey. "What he accomplishes and what he intends are very different things. He is a frustrating man."

[circumitus]

"That's funny. Don't think we've got time for contradictory bullshit right now." Or ever, for that matter. Rey sure as hell has no patience for it.

Despite her grumbling, she folds her arm gently over Maketh's shoulder; a warm offer of support.

[mismanagement]

"One would assume," she murmurs, humming as she feels Rey's arm drop over her shoulder. It's nice like this. Regardless of what else might happen, Maketh knows she's safe in this particular moment. No one is stupid enough to try anything with Rey watching. "At least we got some alcohol out of it."

[circumitus]

Sensing Maketh's ease, Rey's fingers curl, gently rubbing Maketh's arm. She finds it to be a soothing gesture at times, and tingly when she herself is drunk. Which she isn't right now.

"I haven't really been in the mood, but it can't hurt to... procure whatever's here. For later. Will be nice to have some spare liquor around that I didn't have to make myself."

[mismanagement]

"That is a very good plan," Maketh murmurs, settling against Rey. She can have this, can't she? Just for a moment. "You think ahead. We all ought to."

[circumitus]

Rey scoffs.

"Yes, well. I sort of have to. There aren't that many people around who could drag my drunk ass out of here."

[mismanagement]

Maketh opens her eyes briefly, reaching up to flick at Rey's hair. "Oh, my. I believe you just told a joke."

[circumitus]

"Only if you're easily amused," Rey retorts.

And Maketh is drunk, or at least very, very buzzed. That tends to help.

[mismanagement]

Maketh grins up at her. "I'm almost drunk. Does that count?"

[circumitus]

Does it? Rey pretends to think hard on that, before leaning in. Close enough to maybe kiss, but she sniffs a couple times instead.

"Yes, you definitely smell like you're getting there."

Smartass.

[mismanagement]

Maketh leans up a little, expecting something, and pouts when it doesn't come. "You are a horrible tease."

[circumitus]

She barks a laugh, bringing her fingers through Maketh's hair.

"Don't know what you're talking about."