hadriel_logs | Event Log: Party Royale

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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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[An answer that Lup clearly has zero problems with.] Hell yeah, my man! Shots, shots, shots, shots!

[Lup pumps a fist up into the air and quickly laughs, before she's grabbing for Ephemera's arm again to drag him towards the bar. Thankfully, there aren't too many people to elbow their way through, Lup immediately reaching for the nearest tequila to pour them a few shakey shots.]

You know, we've hung out enough and I still don't know shit about you.

[Ephemera follows her easily, grinning. Shots are awesome and Ephemera snags his, raising it in salute.] What's to know?

[Lup takes her own shot and mimics his gesture, but simply holds the glass in hand while she speaks, leaning forward to slump against the bar counter, looking up at the man.]

Like everything. Got any siblings? A girlfriend? Boyfriend? A favorite food? Allergic to anything? I dunno, just want to know you better.

[Down goes the tequila. Ephemera turns the empty glass over in his hands, shrugging.]

No idea if I've got siblings. I was a foster kid. Folks got offed fighting the Covenant.

[It's said simply enough. He doesn't remember his parents at all, died too young to really mourn the loss. It's a common story, anyway. Ephemera found his family later. Found them, kept them, lost them. But that's a conversation for a different time.]

Chocolate anything is awesome. No special friends. Oh. I just got out of prison.

[He makes a face.]

Prison sucks.

[Lup doesn't always have what some people would consider normal responses. His story doesn't elicit pity or one of those sad pouts of sympathy like most would shoot him. She just listens, nodding along with each new point (though her brows do raise slightly at the mention of prison), finally throwing back her own shot and downing it.

The woman grins, shuddering slightly, delighting in the burn that runs down her throat.]

My brother and I were foster kids for awhile. Until we got fed up and ran away to carve out our own destiny. Dunno what happened to our folks. Elves are kind of shitty parents, apparently, so they probably just dumped us. [She says it like it's a joke. It's been nearly two centuries, Lup really doesn't care. Her brother is all that matters.]

Chocolate is awesome. I'll keep that in mind. [She makes a killer chocolate soufflé, if Hadriel wants to be kind enough to throw her the ingredients.] And shit, can't believe I have a friend who's done hard time. What'd you do? Lemme guess... Arson?

[She doesn't give him one of those sympathetic looks, which Ephemera appreciates, and pipes up with her own story. Or pieces of it, anyway. And this isn't so bad, now. It's a party. Ephemera grins. He likes Lup. She's easy to understand, even with all the weird magic shit.]

Go Team Foster Kids.

[Look at them succeeding in the world. Or...something.]

Treason, actually. And then I got armed robbery, gross and willful acts of sedition, murder of a superior officer, dereliction of duty, theft of military hardware, and ton of other shit.

[He counts them off one by one.]

Me and my squad, we were busy.

[Lup holds up the bottle of tequila and gives it another shake. If he wants another shot, he just has to set his glass down and she'll be happy to do the honors.]

Go us. [Naturally, her grin comes easily. Most of the time it does.] Throwing up a middle finger to the assholes who tried to keep us down. Fuck 'em.

[The fact he got thrown in the slammer for treason gets a little brow raise from her, but Lup's already all in for this story.] Dag, you really were. But I'm sure whatever you did was well deserved. [she hopes so, at least. Lup may not have a problem with murder exactly, as long as innocents weren't involved. She danced in the gray when it came to morals.] Did you win or at least get the satisfaction you needed in the end?

[Ephemera shows his teeth.]

They knew why they died.

[CT and the others had been careful to keep at least some of them alive long enough to realize what they'd done and exactly how they'd be made to pay for it. The rest were collateral. No less guilty, but unable to comprehend the end result. But that was just how it went sometimes.

Ephemera shrugs, holding out his glass. He could use another shot.]

Dunno if you'd call it winning. They died, we lived a little longer. There was a bit of justice. Just how it goes.

[Damn, that's dark. Lup wastes no time in refilling his glass first, than her own. For a moment, the woman is just silent, reflecting over his words. Her understanding of him as a person feels like it's increased now, like she's gotten to know something fairly significant about him. That has to mean something good for their weird friendship, right?]

Soooo, favorite color, then?

[And then it's simple again. Ephemera raises his glass in salute.]

Red. Your turn.

[Lup's probably learned all that she needs to from him tonight. There will be more questions later. She will want stories.

She raises up her glass too, though her movements are a little sloppy and some tequila sloshes over the side of her glass, completely unnoticed.]

Also red! [a beat] And pink. Blue's not so bad either... [How about all of the colors.]

Good answer.

[Ephemera grins at her.]

I like all of them. But red's my favorite to paint with.

That's right, Mr. Painter! [She giggles, raising her drink up for a sip.]

Hey, thanks for those paints, by the way. Luce really loved 'em. Got me some major points for that one.

That's me. And no problem. I'm helpful like that.

Cocky too. [But by her smile, it's clear Lup doesn't mind. She's absolutely the same.]

Sooo, need another drink or can we cut a rug now?

Guilty as charged.

[But it works for him.]

Hnn. Sure. But I'll hold you wholly responsible if I step on your feet.

[Lup snatches his empty glass, to drop both down on the bar, before she reaches for his hand instead. Even if he's agreed to this, Lup gives the man a playful tug to follow her.]

Not a chance, buddy. You step on my feet, I'm casting Levitate on you.

[She tugs and he follows easily, grinning.]

Promises, Lup. Think you're gonna have to show me that one anyway.

Oh yeah? [Lup doesn't drag him fully into the crowd, just right onto the sidelines of the dance floor, when she pauses and regards him with a grin. Eventually, she shrugs.] Why the fuck not?

[Like before, all it takes is her pointing at his body for his feet to suddenly not be touching the floor, the man suspended a solid three inches in the air.]

[It's a strange feeling. Ephemera thought it would feel like the free-fall after a jump, that wild sensation of fear and joy and exhilaration all blended together, but it doesn't. It's just--floating. He grins. Still pretty cool.] I am never gonna get tired of that.

[Hey, if he wants that free-fall feeling, all he has to do is ask. They can climb to the top of some building and jump off with feather fall cast on them or something else equally wild. Lup was down for all of it.]

This is all beginner's shit too. Wait till you see me cast something choice, like sunbeam or immolation. That's the sweet spot, my guy. [With his feet still off the ground, Lup moves up closer to join him. He's already tall, so this makes it awkward, but Lup grabs his hands anyway and tugs him down another inch, so he's just barely floating.]

You're gonna have to give me a demonstration sometime. We'll go into the caves, set shit on fire.

[Ephemera goes with her easily, smiling. He likes Lup. She's easy to understand. Doesn't play gentle.]

You know. Make a night of it.

Oh? [Lup drops the spell, Ephemera floating gently back to his feet, before she's throwing her arms around his neck instead, grinning and ready to dance. She's played his way, now he's gonna be put through the ringer of keeping up with her on the dance floor.]

That a date, my guy? Cause I gotta say, you know the way right to my heart. Lighting monsters up in a dark, spooky cave. Oh, so romantic~! I'm swooning and shit.

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