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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Comments

[mismanagement]

"Your message."

Maketh shifts to lean against Rey without thinking about it, closing her eyes. Rey is warm and solid and there.

"It had an impact. You cannot discount that."

[circumitus]

Rey shifts when she feels the weight of Maketh press against her, bringing an arm over the other woman's shoulder. Just in case she ends up being a little too tipsy and loses her balance. The warmth of her closeness is a nice one as well.

There is some comfort in Maketh's words, though. They're important to hear, that not everything she does is a waste of time.

"Hope so. Just want people to know that they don't always have to be victims to outside influence. That we aren't completely powerless."

She's just not always the nicest person saying it. But then, if not Rey, then who would?

[mismanagement]

It has come to Maketh's attention that Rey is an excellent pillow. Despite - or perhaps because of - all the metal in her body, all the components bringing the whole into being, it's easy to press herself against Rey's side. Maketh closes her eyes briefly, holding into the bottle. "Sweets said as much. I suppose he had a point. Though you cannot tell him I said that."

[circumitus]

For all of her brute strength and solidness, Rey does make a firm pillar for some to lean on. She doesn't shy away as Maketh makes herself comfortable. But rather, she welcomes the physical contact, while also snorting at that comment.

"Seemed more like he was trying to defend the total opposite."

[mismanagement]

Maketh snorts, settling in against Rey. "What he accomplishes and what he intends are very different things. He is a frustrating man."

[circumitus]

"That's funny. Don't think we've got time for contradictory bullshit right now." Or ever, for that matter. Rey sure as hell has no patience for it.

Despite her grumbling, she folds her arm gently over Maketh's shoulder; a warm offer of support.

[mismanagement]

"One would assume," she murmurs, humming as she feels Rey's arm drop over her shoulder. It's nice like this. Regardless of what else might happen, Maketh knows she's safe in this particular moment. No one is stupid enough to try anything with Rey watching. "At least we got some alcohol out of it."

[circumitus]

Sensing Maketh's ease, Rey's fingers curl, gently rubbing Maketh's arm. She finds it to be a soothing gesture at times, and tingly when she herself is drunk. Which she isn't right now.

"I haven't really been in the mood, but it can't hurt to... procure whatever's here. For later. Will be nice to have some spare liquor around that I didn't have to make myself."

[mismanagement]

"That is a very good plan," Maketh murmurs, settling against Rey. She can have this, can't she? Just for a moment. "You think ahead. We all ought to."

[circumitus]

Rey scoffs.

"Yes, well. I sort of have to. There aren't that many people around who could drag my drunk ass out of here."

[mismanagement]

Maketh opens her eyes briefly, reaching up to flick at Rey's hair. "Oh, my. I believe you just told a joke."

[circumitus]

"Only if you're easily amused," Rey retorts.

And Maketh is drunk, or at least very, very buzzed. That tends to help.

[mismanagement]

Maketh grins up at her. "I'm almost drunk. Does that count?"

[circumitus]

Does it? Rey pretends to think hard on that, before leaning in. Close enough to maybe kiss, but she sniffs a couple times instead.

"Yes, you definitely smell like you're getting there."

Smartass.

[mismanagement]

Maketh leans up a little, expecting something, and pouts when it doesn't come. "You are a horrible tease."

[circumitus]

She barks a laugh, bringing her fingers through Maketh's hair.

"Don't know what you're talking about."

[mismanagement]

Maketh huffs at her, though she tips her head against Rey's hand. It feels nice. Comforting. "I think you do."

[circumitus]

Her nose crinkles a little.

"Maybe. What're you going to do about it?"

[mismanagement]

"Hmm."

Maketh tips her head to the side. Then, quite deliberately, she reaches up and bops Rey on the nose.

[circumitus]

Oh, she did not just go for the nose!

Rey feigns shock before taking Maketh's side. See if there's any sign that she might be ticklish. Take that, you knave.

[mismanagement]

She diiiiid.

Maketh has a moment to gloat before Rey counterattacks and discovers that Maketh is, indeed, very ticklish. "Oh, you--! You are terrible!"

[circumitus]

Just to make sure Maketh does try to wiggle her way out, Rey traps the other woman in her arms as she continues her attack.

"You should know better than to wage war with me. It's my job to find my enemies' weaknesses."

She's a mean killing machine.

[mismanagement]

Maketh pouts up at Rey. "My revenge will be swift and dedicated. You do know this, don't you?"

[circumitus]

Maketh is fortunate she is so damn cute. Rey ceases her assault for now, giving her a slight squeeze in her arms.

"That so? Then I look forward to it."

[mismanagement]

That is quite the expression. Maketh quips a smile, tipping her head to the side. "You would. You are incorrigible."