hadriel_logs | 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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[ he raised an eyebrow ]

I didn't know you liked my ass that much. You should've said something; I could've sent you a picture.

[ look, he's only joking because the orchard is giving him some rather creepy vibes at the moment. He can't help it; he just feels like they're constantly being watched thanks to this game they're playing. Plus, the last time he was in an orchard he nearly got diced by a scarecrow. ]

Don't get a big head about it. [That's the last thing everyone needs.

The human voices off in the distance probably don't help either. Jo's gotten used to the mockingjays, but sometimes they still creep her out. Sometimes they make her miss Amos.]

What would I do with a picture anyway?

You look at it. Isn't that what you usually do with pictures?

[ it'll be a completely chaste picture too. just him in a pair of jeans and nothing else. Totally legit. And mockingjays, gotcha. That definitely explains why he's still feeling a bit on edge. ]

Sometimes I ignore them for the hell of it. [She rolls her eyes and laughs.]

Remind me to never send you a picture.

Why would I do that? I'd say that's going against my best interests.

[ for real. He gestured then at whatever target they were supposed to be shooting at. ]

You gonna shoot or just make some pretty eyes at that trunk over there?

[ and they were pretty, Jo's eyes. He's not exactly lying. ]

What kind of pictures do you think you're going to get? [Probably don't answer that, Dean.

Jo lifts her gun and turns away towards her selected target and fires a shot.]

[ he shrugged, keeping an eye out at the surroundings while Jo actually takes a pot shot at the trunk. Of course it actually hits, even if not one hundred percent on target. Something must be up with the sight. ]

Maybe a pretty one of you smiling?

[ he paused ]

And probably giving me the middle finger.

[She laughs, joyously, even as she checks the sights on the paintball pistol.]

That sounds about right. I'll send it in a few hours.

[ he raised an eyebrow ]

You think target practice is going to take a few hours?

[ or maybe that's when she expects the game to start in earnest. Which, to be fair, that could be true. ]

Never said that. [She laughs, turning slightly to aim for another knot on another tree, pulling the trigger twice in quick succession.]

You gotta learn some patience.

Life's a little short for patience. At least, not when I'm off a hunt.

[ he nods in approval. ]

I think you've almost got it.

[ at least that knot looks a little bigger than it used to. ]

There's time here. [Whatever you want to call it, Dean.]

It's not a good sighting set up. [She sighs, checking it again.]

But it is a toy, so...

Yeah, if it was better I might start to think the gods here really did mean for us to kill each other.

[ he nudges her out of the way ]

Let me give it a shot.

[ and he barely even aims before he shoots. He was always more of a shoot from the hip kind of guy. ]

[She's tempted to shove him back, but represses the urge. Barely.]

Yeah, look at you, hotshot.

[ he shrugged ]

So it needs a little work. I'll get it in a few.

[ try maybe a dozen. Isn't that why they're doing target practice? ]

I'll watch your back.

[~~For now, at least.~~]

Mmmm... Say that again but in a sexy voice. You'll make my day.

[ although he actually takes the time to aim this go-a-round. Figuring out the scope really is a better plan then just shooting willy nilly. Although both is a good thing to figure out. ]

God, you wish. [She huffs out a near laugh.]

That's better.

[ oh, how he wishes! ]

Yeah, but it still ain't as good as yours. This gun could really use a good work over. And the weight's all wrong.

[ htat's probably because of the paint though. Darn. ]

Whoever made it doesn't have a lot of experience with our kinda weapons.

[She shrugs.]

We just have to get used to it.

[ he snorted ]

Or we could fix it. I bet it wouldn't take too much work either. [ well, he was used to making sawed off shot guns and it ain't like he hasn't seen the inner workings of a gun a hundred times over when cleaning it. Then again, he's never actually tried to make his own gun before. ]

You want to waste time taking it apart? Things here don't always work in ways that make sense.

[She shrugs.]

[ he raised an eyebrow ]

It sounds like you have experience. Is it because of the weird language?

[ because shouldn't physics be physics? Things can't get screwed up that much can they? ]

I don't know. I think the gods just try to make things work and don't actually make them work the way they do back home. [She shrugs.]

The mopeds don't have engines. They still run.

[ well that gets him to shut up and then he just shivered. ]

Right.

No battery or anything.

[ he gulped ]

Uh, maybe we should just get used to them then. [ and not... fiddle around with magic. ]

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