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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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[Well, this conversation is rapidly descending into feelings that Lup has never dealt well with.

It was the Lup Taaco Brand™ to hide behind poorly timed jokes and to brush off the serious issues. To give an impassioned speech about her need to hold onto hope or she'll never make it through another year of the cycles, then to blow it the whole thing off with a teasing mention of some asshole owning her money. To watch one of her best friends breathe in toxic air and quietly die in his sleep, only to jokingly drag his ass the very moment he reappeared the following year. Genuine emotion just isn't her thing.

Which is probably why her answer back is a little awkward, not nearly as smooth as Lup usually tries to be.]

Who exactly?

[ Drake shakes his head, gripping her hips a little tighter, the only sign of his tension. He could hide it better than this if he wanted to but why? She should know he's upset. ]

Does it make a difference?

[Talk about the most awkward dance ever.]

Fair. [And it is. Whoever Drake means, Lup clearly hadn't thought too hard about who might be affected with their disappearance. The hands around his neck slip down to his broad shoulders, resting there.]

Look, it was just a game. Everything turned out fine. Your pal and the rest of 'em just got a big, ol' nap, which okay, I see where you're coming from, but-- [her head tips to the side, uncertain]

We just wanted to win. Nothing actually happened.

Yeah, I'm aware, I found my people already. I just. I guess you haven't but I've read up on the history of this place. Sometimes when those things happen, people don't just take a nap and wake up at a party. Most of the time you're actually killing your friends. So I decided not to play, and fought like hell against it. Not everybody makes the same choices but did you ever think about what you'd be winning or what everyone else would be losing?

They're fine this time. And I like you, I'm not trying to make you feel bad, I just want people to realize it's not all fun and games all the time.

[It's inelegant, but Lup snorts, her grip on his shoulders tightening slightly, like she needs the support standing. At this point in the party, she's more than a little drunk, so this is probably not the best time to bring in the big, emotional conversation, but she gets it.

And, y'know, maybe she's a little sorry too.]

I'll keep it in mind, but you're doing a real shitty job at not trying to make me feel bad. [Bad time for jokes? She hopes not.] They're good though, yeah? Your peeps? Specifically the one I shot.

[ Drake tugs her a little closer at that, one arm winding around her waist -- she can lean if she needs to. Their heads are beside each other's now so she can't see his fond little smile, but it's in his voice as well. ]

Sorry. You wouldn't want me to really try, then. And yeah, he's good. Not even mad at you anymore, apparently.

[Well, better that he's wrapping his arms around her waist than around her throat. The softness of his tone reaches her ears and Lup slumps forward to make Drake carry all of her weight (which really wasn't much, but she so lives for the drama of it all). She hums, happy and pleasantly buzzed, her arms reaching back up around his neck again.]

Yeah, well...-- Oh, you mean Ephemera. [Not even a question. He's the only one she's danced with that she's shot. (Minus Kravitz, but somehow she doubts that her brother's boyfriend has another best friend in this place. Taako would be awfully jealous.] Well, duh. He adores me. He couldn't stay mad at me if he tried. I didn't realize you guys were buds.

[ At least she's not upset. Drake takes her weight easily, dancing for both of them now. ]

You didn't, huh? That's surprising. We've talked about you.

[That's one way to get her attention. Lup pulls away and shoots him a grin.]

Oh shit. You both better not be talking trash about me behind my back. I'll kick both your asses.

Only good things, promise.

[ Mostly. She can be a little intense. ]

We agreed you need to show me some magic sometime.

Somehow I doubt it. [Her fingers drum teasingly against the back of his neck in response.]

But hell yeah. He knows I'm always up for showing off. Haven't gotten nearly as much use out of it outsides of blasting sharktopii out of the lake and some frequent trips to the caves to blow off steam.

We do that all the time. I'd say you should come with us but I feel ordinary enough with a super soldier around.

[ Then he remembers the rest of that conversation where Lup came up. ]

Hey, does your world have poker?

Okay. One, I can't believe you've both been blowing shit up without me. Lame as hell, Drake. Lame. Second, maybe it's just cause I'm buzzed, but grabbing Ephemera and having a full demonstration of my powers like, here suddenly seems like a great plan.

Also, duh. My brother and I's speciality was hustling losers at pool, but we're not too shabby at poker.

He's got flamethrowers. But you really shouldn't be giving me a demonstration right now. Just dance, blow shit up when you're sober.

...you're officially invited to our next game.

[Lup's head drops down to bump against his shoulder, but she's grinning either way.] Boo. You don't have to be the safety police, but fiiiine. Believe me, it'll be worth the wait.

[After this whole party is over, she's going to give them the biggest light show she can conjure up.]

Hell yeah, my man. Count me in. I'll try not to wipe the floor too hard with you.

As the more sober of the two of us, I think I do have to be the safety police. At least, I'm not drunk enough to think it's a good idea.

[ He's had a few, though. This close, Lup can definitely smell the tequila. Ephemera's choice. ]

...oh, you think you're going to win? Just ask him how bad I kicked his ass last game.

[to be fair, Lup's also drowning in that tequila. Thanks, Ephemera. This close, she absolutely can smell it coming off of him.] Did he hit you with shots too? That man and his tequila...

Sweetie, I don't think I'm gonna win. I know it. And I'd happily throw down a sweet wager on that if currency was actually a thing here.

I asked for it. Needed to uncoil a little.

[ Though the hug did more for him in that regard than the alcohol, probably. Drake raises an eyebrow at her claim of winning. ]

We'll see about that. Especially since if I can talk Liv into it, we'll be playing strip poker.

Oh yeah, totally the same. [Absolute lie. She'd already had a few before he'd appeared. Lup just wasn't going to turn down a free drink with a friend, alright.

Try as she might to keep this momentum going, she just has to pull away to meet Drake's gaze at that little reveal.] Alright, didn't expect that to pop out of your mouth. That one's on me. But count me interested. With how often I see my roomies in the buff, I could really use a change in scenery.

[ Drake laughs a little, pleased at her reaction. Not like he expected her to bail at that -- she's a pistol -- but the change in scenery comment is funny. ]

It'll be fun. He's really bad at poker.

[It's one group of men who can't keep their clothes on to the next, alright? But at least anyone has to be a prettier view than Merle Fucking Highchurch. She loves that dwarf like he's family, but keep your damn clothes on!]

Count me doubly interested. I'm guessin' you wouldn't want to pull a fast one on him though, huh? Gonna try to keep it--[she makes an overdramatic grimace at the word]--fair?

[ She's in luck -- they're two very well built men and Liv is an attractive lady. If Lup is actually as good at poker as she thinks, she'll get a pleasant view. ]

We've all gotta start out with the same number of things on, or he'll win just because that armor comes apart into a zillion pieces.

[Oh, she is and she will. It's gonna be a good night.]

Alright, but that's a fair I'm all into. Wouldn't want that guy trying to think he's getting the upper-hand just because he's come to a fucking poker game in his damn armor. Not fair in the slightest.

I know, right? Plainclothes only. Which means we should probably play at his apartment, I'll just liberate a few bottles from the Speakeasy.

Yeah, there's no way in hell we're playing at my place, unless you want four other assholes to join in. Let's crash his, I'll even provide a little catering to sweeten the deal. Any requests?

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