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ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ʜᴀᴅʀɪᴇʟ ([personal profile] hadrielmods) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs2017-09-22 11:43 am

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.
► 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.
braveoff: <user name="wonjae">; commissioned (25)

[personal profile] braveoff 2017-10-04 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
You and the tequila, Drake thinks, smiling a little despite his stress. He sticks close to Ephemera as they move back to the drinks -- it seems like the majority of Hadriel is crammed into the arena right now -- so he doesn't lose him while scanning the crowd for Liv. You'd think she'd be easy to find, with white hair, but he doesn't see her yet. Just as well he uncoils a little more first, probably.

"Okay. Catch me up on the partying, then."
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[personal profile] requiemshark 2017-10-04 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Tequila might not solve everything, but it might calm the moment down a little. Smooth out some of the edges for Drake. Ephemera pours out a shot and slides it over to Drake. He's still got his bottle of...whatever the fuck it is. It's sweeter than beer and also a hell of a lot stronger. "Drink up. Lup had me doing shots."
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[personal profile] braveoff 2017-10-05 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
Drake doesn't hesitate, the shot goes down the hatch with only the slightest grimace. This place seriously needs limes but he's drank way worse than this before. He passes the glass back and motions for another.

"Of course she did." He does grin, then, remembering how he met her. "She make you dance, too? Girl's a menace."
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[personal profile] requiemshark 2017-10-05 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
Down it goes. Ephemera gets him another shot and hands it over.

"She did," Ephemera admits. He probably looked like an idiot. "Hell of a woman."
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[personal profile] braveoff 2017-10-05 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
Drake just holds this one for a moment, eyes sparkling. "I got you to dance once, too, remember."
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[personal profile] requiemshark 2017-10-05 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
"You're talented," Ephemera murmurs, looking away. Don't start blushing, idiot. "She's just pushy."
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[personal profile] braveoff 2017-10-05 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
"Flatterer." And the second shot disappears, with only a little more of a grimace. Drake sets the glass down, feeling the tequila burning in his stomach. "Okay, enough of that. What've you got?" He reaches for Ephemera's hand, turning it to see the label on the bottle.
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[personal profile] requiemshark 2017-10-07 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
It never fails to surprise Ephemera at how easily Drake touches people. Like it's nothing, like he doesn't live in a world where presuming that much would get him shot. He shivers a little but doesn't jerk away. "Tequila. I like to stay on brand."
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[personal profile] braveoff 2017-10-07 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
Hey, it's been a long time since he could have friends -- since he was around anyone he trusted not to shoot him for something like this. If he's overly familiar it's just because he's comfortable.

"Huh. Well unlike you, I haven't eaten for a couple days and would rather not burn my stomach lining off. Fun as it sounds. I'll do one more then I'm switching to something lighter."