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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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► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► 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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I'm not making a fuss! [ The indignance! ] These are basic self-preservation instincts, I'm eleven, I don't want... to...
[ ... Huh. Wait a minute, those dreadlocks look awfully familiar... Angus narrows his eyes, and lowers the wand slightly. Not much, but hey, it's an improvement? ]
... You're the Pringles guy. From the shop.
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Kravitz! My name is Kravitz.
[Sigh.]
Yes. That's right. I simply didn't someone else was in here. I'm not- I'm here to collect your soul. Even if your time was up- which it's not- there would be no point in this place, anyway.
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[ He considers this for a moment, and finally tucks the wand back into his sweatervest. ]
In that case, I'm sorry about throwing a pillow at your head, sir, but when you come in unannounced and looking like the grim reaper, it's hard not to jump to certain conclusions.
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It's fine, I understand.
[He raises an eyebrow and gives Angus a wry look.]
Although I'm not sure what else I should look like.
[Surprise!]
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... OH, DANG. ]
Oh! Oh, you mean you're actually...! Wow.
Well, that certainly explains the spookiness, it's right in the job description! Do you work for the Raven Queen and everything, sir?
[ Kravitz is no longer a terrifying harbinger of death, in Angus's eyes. He's become a new mystery to solve! Prepare to be followed around with a notebook! ]
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Mistaking curiosity for admiration, (who the fuck would admire the grim reaper) Kravitz puffs up a little.]
I do indeed. Please, feel free to ask anything you wish. Can't reveal trade secrets, though. No concrete answers about fantasy Andy Kaufman, for example.
[He wags his pointer finger.]
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[ he says this with all the bright enthusiasm of an 11-year-old who doesn't give a damn about old celebrities! ]
Dang, I wish I'd brought my notebook with me. What's your job like? What sort of stuff do you actually do?
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[He leans in a little, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret with Angus.]
I must admit, this is the first time someone has really wanted to know much about what I do, and not where they're about to end up. I'm a little excited to discuss it.
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You said earlier that even if you wanted to collect my soul, there wouldn't be any point here. Does that mean you're cut off from the astral plane?
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[He nods along, looking pleased that Angus is already asking the right questions.]
I am, yes. [...the pleased expression quickly shifts into a frown.] I cannot even contact my, ah, employer, if you will.
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At least, from what I understand, since we're trapped in a pocket dimension and the rules of time and space don't apply, you won't get in trouble for accidentally disappearing?
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You would think that would be the case, wouldn't you? And yet, somehow I suspect otherwise.
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[ Granted, Madame Director isn't a goddess, but C'MON KRAVITZ, CHEER UP ]
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Perhaps I should be pushing for more benefits and better treatment of employees, hm?
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[ He sounds 100% serious about this. C'MON KRAVITZ, LEAD THE WORKPLACE REVOLUTION ]
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Ah. Yes. You're, you're quite right. Power to the people, who aren't actually people and are, in fact, very undead.