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hadriel_logs2017-09-22 11:43 am
hadrielmods) wrote in hadriel_logs2017-09-22 11:43 am
Entry tags:
- !event,
- 9s,
- abigail hobbs,
- angus mcdonald,
- armitage hux,
- atem,
- carlisle longinmouth,
- chris,
- curufin,
- delmar,
- dr. lance sweets,
- dr. temperance brennan,
- ellie,
- george lass,
- harlan halliday,
- henry percy,
- inquisitor trevelyan,
- irisviel von einzbern,
- jo harvelle,
- kravitz,
- lup,
- maketh tua,
- margaery tyrell,
- mello,
- michael munroe,
- nathan drake,
- nick rivenna,
- nick valentine,
- nico di angelo,
- oscar,
- prussia,
- raidou kuzunoha,
- rey,
- saber,
- terrence ephemera/sharkface,
- trafalgar law,
- tucker
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!
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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[Don't worry, it's canon she goes to hell.]
'Course not! I'm not that reckless, babe. [Most of the time.] I just wanna party, not here to cause a big scene. [And gently pulling the weapon from Kate's grip, Lup shoves it back into the waistband of her pants, her hands instead shifting to grab at the other woman's hips.] Let's show everyone how it's done.
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Hope so, if you're gonna wave it around like that.
( Who said being terrible was reserved solely for tall elves? But for now, Kate would rather enjoy the dancing when the music changes, naturally coming a step closer as she feels hands against her hips. It's a good night, even if her prize is less exciting than Lup's, and there's drink and dancing.
She finds she minds this shit less the older she gets, the self-consciousness of enjoying things wearing away, letting her dance more freely, losing herself to the rhythm. )
Least their idea of music isn't too different.
( People talk about music being universal, and Kate's never understood that notion properly until Hadriel started trying to throw parties. At least she can still dance to this. )
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[ Did someone say CALL IN THE MEDIEVAL CHICK, because here she is!! ]
This is ridiculous. [ Cecily states, but she looks thrilled, and joins in dancing with Lup and Kate almost immediately. There's no drink in her hand, though that may be because she's unwilling to risk sloshing it all over herself. ] The last party I remember them holding for us was more of what I know.
[ You know, the ball. Had that been the last big party before this one? ]
I can't help but think - [ she breathes, between the usual kinds of sways and undulations that come with modern dancing ] that this is just to placate us and to make us forget that they nearly had us kill each other.
[ Sure, it had been fake, but they hadn't known that at the time... ]
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Oh, hell yeah! Jump right in on this, babe! Hadriel's hottest gals, all under one roof! The whole place is gonna blow!
[Really, what Cecily says has to be the honest truth, but Lup's far too gone to care. It was a game, it's over. She got a gun out of it and now she gets to spend her evening dancing close with two cute girls. Ten out of ten, as far as events in Hadriel go.] Honestly, who cares? This place is a real shit-show ninety percent of the time anyway. If the assholes in charge want to give ya girl a little fun after fucking with us, you can bet I'm gonna get my fill on booze and dancing before the next thing comes around.
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They're learnin'. ( It's said with an eyeroll, though in some ways it's the truth. ) Were just stuck tryin' to fix everyone up last time people were killin' each other.
( Small comforts. They didn't actually kill each other and the booze is good in the way only Delight's booze can be. )
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[ Maker, what she wouldn't give to punch one of them. Just one of them, just one time.
Not Delight, though. ]
I can't believe that I thought I had died [ sort of ] and my only consolation was this.
[ Making a face, she turns around to show off the leather jacket she's wearing. ]
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But the company here is just too much fun and Lup's head is already swimming from all that she's had to drink, so the woman is content to leave her usual bitching about the gods here behind for the night. She just wants to get nice and close with these two women and dance until she can't feel her legs beneath her.
Lup's just about to loop an arm around Cecily's waist and drag her a little closer when the woman turns to show off her new attire. The elf whistles, barely heard against the music blaring above them, her eyes dropping down with purpose to teasingly run up and down the other woman's figure as she spins.]
Shit, you both got fucking sweet jackets. I'm actually jelly.
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Though, for now, Kate is happy to let the conversation about the gods drop, watching Lup get cosy with Cecily in a way that definitely brings back memories of girls nights out back home, dancing while Faith decides to tell everyone how hot they are. It's comforting and familiar, a nice distraction from lingering aches left over from the paintball shot. )
Shops'll still have shit clothes, though.
( Seriously, if they can have this, why not shop offerings that are a little better on average? )
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[ Not a jacket, then, but the other woman may have survived for longer than Cecily and Kate. Cecily thinks that most people should have done better, since she'd never seen a... 'paintball gun' ever before in her life, but it doesn't appear that she'd come in last in the rankings. ]
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Lup's hand drops back behind her before she produces a gun, for the second time that night, holding it right over her head, waving it along with the beat of the music.] Not as easy to coordinate outfits with as your jacket, but pretty choice, right?
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Is that - [ She half-laughs, surprised, but also looks... well, somewhat concerned. ] Andraste's tits, be careful.
[ She doesn't have to be a gun expert to know that weapons and alcohol (and weapons and dancing) don't mix well. ]
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One that tells handsy men to back the fuck off.
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Knee to th' nuts works pretty well for that.
( S h r u g. She says that like someone who's done it before, because of course she has. )