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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► 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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PARTY

[restinglichface]

[It's late into the party when Lup slides up to Carey's side, her cheeks pink and her long hair beginning to fall out of the braid it had been secured in. She's been using that endless energy of hers to socialize all over the place, dragging both friends and strangers into dances, while also attempting to drink the same people under the table. Which means she's more than a little tipsy by the time she tracks down the dragonborn, but for being such a skinny thing, she's no a complete lightweight. She's still standing!

--And okay, maybe part of the reason that Lup is too active at this party is because she hasn't seen Lucretia arrive yet, so she needs some kind of distraction instead of dealing with the worry that wants to bubble up inside of her. Better to get hammered and dance till she can't feel her feet than deal with pesky emotions, right?]

Hey, cutie. You and me. We gotta be out on the dance floor. Like pronto.

[fliplizard]

[YESSSSSSSS Oh, hey! It's Lup! And she just called Carey a cutie and she wants to dance! What a nice surprise!]

Hey, you got it, sister! Give me like, one second.

[Carey can tell that Lup is at least a little bit under the influence, so she pours herself a heavy cup of whatever the hell punch is beside her and slams it before she can even decide whether she likes how it tastes. She likes to be on the same level. She doesn't even look where she discards her cup because she'd wanted to make that drink as quick as possible.]

Alright, I'm ready. Let's hit it!

[restinglichface]

[Lup's brows arch upwards at the request for her to wait a quick second, but then Carey is turning to pour herself a drink and the elf bursts into delighted laughter, high and sweet, her eyes crinkling happily in the dragonborn's direction.

They sure don't know each other that well yet, not nearly as well as Carey knew the boys after working with them for so long, but Lup already can see the two of them becoming closer. The casual flirting helps, sure, but Lup genuinely finds Carey's enthusiasm and unrestrained teasing so completely charming.

She finishes her drink and Lup reaches to take her hand immediately, dragging the other woman straight out to the dance floor, bumping her way through the crowd to find that sweet spot in the center where the music would just over right through her.] This good? For dancing, I mean. Not pickpocketing.