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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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[so have half of George's, to be honest. she also likes guys, but girls are just. girls and this particular girl, she really likes]

I haven't seen her around the party. I guess she got lucky and missed out on the current god weirdness. Probably for the best, she hates the gods.

[she blushes!]

Sharon. Her name is Sharon.

[ he clinks his glass up against hers ]

Well, I guess that's one silver lining. Anybody who has the sense to avoid the gods is probably in a much better place then I am.

[ he's a bit more confrontational by nature so. he's always gonna be in the thick of it. ]

Her last name ain't Stone, is it?

[ because if so, maybe he should warn her about that movie, Basic Instinct. Just to be safe. ]

[she grins at him]

Yeah, I know. I have no fucking clue how I got into this mess. The party's nice, be the rest of it sucked.

[George tends to avoid conflict. and avoid much of everything]

No, da Silva. She is a blonde, though.

[George snuck-watched Basic Instinct when she was twelve]

{ of course she did. George has excellent taste in movies. A thing that has already been well established. ]

At least you got a cute jacket out of it. Maybe you could offer to lend it to this Sharon chick just so you could sneak into her home.

[ all's fair in love and war? ]

Although you might want to beware of blondes. They like to make you think they're nice and the next thing you know, shoot you in the back. [ yeah, Dean's going to be a broken record on this Jo thing for at least a few more days. Or years. He sorta tends to hold grudges. ]

That's not a bad idea. I'm not sure where she lives, though.

[lol, yes. yes, it is]

[raises an eyebrow] Oh? I take it you have personal experience in the matter? [yeah, George has no idea what happened. none whatsoever]

[ he raised his glass ]

Y e p. Just had the love of my life give me a few quick shots in the back. Of course, while I would usually say I deserve it, I don't really think I did this time.

[ he paused ]

You could always just ask this chick where she lives. I mean, if you're gonna lend her clothes, I don't think she'd mind telling you were she keeps her digs.

Damn. Harsh. At least I got nailed after a decent fight, I'll say that much for the jerk. [brain clicks onto the "love of my life" comment] And who might this love of your life be? Is it Jo? You can totally tell me if it's Jo.

You'd think, but people here can be weird. Really weird.

[ he laughed ]

Well, love of my life might be a bit much, but lust at first sight? Oh yeah.

[ and that would be right after she punched him the face for breaking into her bar. ]

[she grins]

Ehh, it's a start? With room for development?

[somehow, that is not a surprise]

You forgot just one thing; I also know her mom.

[ so, yeah. No room for development. Ever. ]

And her mom is, what? Scary?

[from what she knows about your world, George is now assuming Jo's mom is a demon]

Have you ever heard the phrase, "Scary beyond all reason?" That's her to a T.

[ N o p e, not a demon. Just a really good Mother. At least the demons he can just send straight back to hell. ]

Yes. Usually when talking about my mom. Maybe it's just a mom thing?

[George's mom was especially terrifying and possessed of a very sharp tongue]

Yeah, but most moms don't also know about fifty different ways to kill you just for looking at her daughter the wrong way. Trust me, you didn't want to be on her bad side and that's usually where I ended up finding myself even without Jo getting added into the mix.

[ Well, the Winchesters usually ended up getting everyone they knew killed so, the concern wasn't exactly unfounded. ]

...yikes. Yeah, that would make flirting a little dangerous. Was her mom like you guys?

[that would be a deterrent to any possible romance, yes]

Way worse. She wasn't exactly into the hunting scene, but she's just about the meanest sonofabitch if ever there was one.

[ he shook his head ]

Let's just say she was used to dealing with Hunters at their worst and leave it at that, huh?

[ which was pretty much just anytime they had a drink or ten. ]

...damn. No wonder why Jo's so tough.

[she says, admiringly]

[ he barked out a laugh ]

Exactly. And if you hven't figured it out yet, never, ever touch Jo's knife collection. Those things are practically her life.

[ you know... just tools of the trade and all. kind of like a chef who gets to fillet a fish. there's a special knife for that. ]

I wouldn't touch it even if I did know it existed. Fighting's not really my thing, y'know?

[what knives go for which demons, she'd be curious about that]

[ well, he hasn't seen the super special knife yet, so about all he could tell George is what incantation to use. And hope there's a devil's circle nearby to keep 'em from killing you while you chant it. But he nods in approval. ]

That's good, actually. Too often, fighting just lands you into trouble.

[ a giant, freaking heap of it. George should be the more sensible one in this group. ]

[...yeahhhhh, that sounds like the kind of knife that George WANTS NO PART IN, EVAR. she likes her current state of not-dead too much]

And if there's one thing I don't like, it's trouble. Getting into it, getting out of it. Just trouble in general.

[she's planning to be the sensible one who avoids fights. as much as possible]

[ don't worry. It only kills demons. George is probably safe so long as she doesn't try sticking it in her heart. ]

Well, now you're just being sensible. Trouble could be a heck of a lot of fun given the right situation, though. Such as making your favorite person a birthday cake.

[ uh... Dean should redefine his definition of trouble. Then again, he's seen how dirty those kitchens can get. ]

[she'd trip and somehow fall on it, she's sure of it.

she raises an eyebrow] Is that a not-so-subtle hint about your birthday coming up? Or Jo's?

[that's why God created dishwashers]

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