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.
► 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.

Comments

[danseur]

[ he recoils defensively, trying to seem like he's offended - but he's not. he's not even good at pretending he is. he's grinning too hard. ]

I'm not a dog!

[evocation]

I know you're not, but they don't make jackets for wolves. It would be cute.

[danseur]

Well, good.

[ he's gonna nod over to some seating, flopping down into a chair with his full plate still in hand. ]

Wolves aren't mean to be cute.

[evocation]

[She joins him, flopping down next to him and rolling her eyes.]

Are you trying to be ferocious and terrifying or something?

[danseur]

I'm a werewolf. It's literally my job.

[ and then, with a mouthful of pink cake, he seems to realize- ]

Oh! There's another werewolf here!

[evocation]

Ferocious and terrifying my ass.

[She frowns at him, though.]

Yeah. So?

[She totally thinks he's talking about Rome, because Tucker is insistent that he's not a werewolf.]

[danseur]

I dunno, it was pretty weird. First time I've run into one who wasn't like, from my own world.

[ he's going to just offer her a pile of the icing from the cake that he'd scraped off from the top, as if this is some sort of generous offer. ]

wait just kidding i fucked up

[evocation]

[She's still studying him carefully, but the icing is a siren song she can't refuse, so she takes it.]

Wait. Are you talking about Tucker? He's not a werewolf.

[Tucker totally spilled that whole encounter to her, whoops.]

HAHA

[danseur]

He's lying to you.

[ don't mind him while he just inhales some olives. ]

He's totally a werewolf.

shhh

[evocation]

[Olives and cake? Gross. Kyna is judging him.]

No, he's not. Werewolves are all...

[She waves a hand flippantly.]

Like, feral? It's a disease, and they can't control themselves when they transform. Tucker just turns into a wolf. Seriously, trust me. It's not the same thing.

[danseur]

[ his expression sours a little at that, and it's actually not because of the olives. instead of doing the mature thing and talking at her, he just stands up. ]

Whatever. Gotta go. Enjoy your pajamas, Eeyore.

[evocation]

Hey.

[She makes a grab for his sleeve.]

Sorry. I didn't mean... That's just how it is where I'm from, you know? I'm not trying to be an asshole.

[danseur]

[ he shakes her hand off, shuttering that sourness away, schooling his face into something more neutral. ]

Don't worry about it. I get it. Just need to go let Rome know I'm okay. Forgot to do that earlier.

[evocation]

[That's bullshit and she knows it, but she doesn't know how to explain what she's trying to say. Her hand goes to her necklace immediately, dragging the pendant back and forth along the chain.]

Morgan, come on. I'm not saying they're bad or something. I'm just saying... If you get bitten by a werewolf back home, that's what happens. It sucks. It's not like the way it works for you.

[danseur]

No, look, it's - whatever. I'm not mad or anything. Just wanna go check on Rome.

[ he's bothered and he doesn't know why. it sucks and it's embarrassing and the party going on around him rankles him now. ]

[evocation]

[Is this the way Harlan feels when she shuts down on him? It sucks. She's not even particularly close with Morgan, but she likes him, and the idea of him leaving upset with her bothers her more than it probably should.]

Okay. Um.

[She frowns, fiddling with her ponytail.]

Hey, don't tell anyone about Tucker, okay? He didn't even talk to me about it until he had to.

[danseur]

Um, yeah. I told Rome, which I kind of immediately regretted, so. Don't worry about that.

[ not that he really has anyone else to tell, anyway. ]

[evocation]

Yeah, I heard Rome was kind of...

[A dick, is what she almost says, but she bites it back.]

Is that gonna be weird?

[danseur]

[ he doesn't really know how to answer that. ]

Um. Rome is pretty much exclusively weird.

[evocation]

[She wrinkles her nose.]

I mean is he gonna get all alpha male and shit?

[danseur]

Nah.

[ morgan considers, and then adds bluntly: ]

Tucker doesn't seem like he's half as stupid as me, either, so Rome'll probably back off way earlier, too.

[evocation]

Wait, what? Why are you saying you're stupid?

[danseur]

Because I have zero chill in literally any situation.

[evocation]

Oh.

[Well.]

I mean, neither do I. Tucker's usually the one keeping me in check.