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.
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Comments

[hot_mes]

[surprise?]

Backwards, huh? I have nothing but the most advanced equipment on board my ship. [which is still not quite modern but eh, who's keeping score] Whatever I need to. A skilled surgeon is the difference between life and death on the sea, whether you need bullets extracted or your guts sewn back in.

[ghostlocked]

Backwoods. Like from some shitty middle-of-nowhere town with one road and no indoor plumbing.

[A ship is close enough.]

Sounds like you get up to some intense shit. You a pirate or something? [He's mostly kidding? But also what other kind of seafarer requires bullet-extracting and gut-sewing?]

[hot_mes]

Ah. No, I prefer my towns with plumbing and electricity. My ships as well.

[fuck yeah indoor plumbing

The question makes him just. Smirk.]

Yeah. Exactly that.

[ghostlocked]

[What the fuck even is your life, dude???

Harlan ticks up an eyebrow.]

You're a pirate. [Sure, fine, whatever. He'd accept pretty much any story about Law's origins at this point. Hadriel is made up.] What kind?

[deets pls.]

[hot_mes]

[yo ho pirate's life?

He's had this question so many times over the past month or so that it doesn't even bother him]

Pirate-pirate. With a ship and everything. [deliberately folding his arms to rest his drink against the sunburst tattoo on his forearm] Captain of the Heart Pirates.

[ghostlocked]

What's a pirate-pirate? Like, what do you do? Are you one of those grog-drinking treasure-hunting pirates that makes people walk the plank and shit or are you like a Somali pirate that hijacks commercial ships or what?

[He's guessing it's something both relatively inoffensive and lame, though, if that name is anything to go by. Yeesh.]

[hot_mes]

[deadpan. Like. Did he fuck that up or is Harlan messing with him]

Just a pirate! I don't know what a Somali is, or an internet or whatever other kind of weird pirates people have asked me about. Just. Pirate.

...I'm starting to really wonder about your other worlds and what kind of pathetic excuses for pirates you have.

[ghostlocked]

[Harlan snorts. Oh boy.]

Alright, so walk me through your day-to-day. What kind of shit do you get up to as a pirate?

[hot_mes]

Most of it is trying not to die one way or another. Not getting lost, not getting caught in a storm, not letting enemies get the best of us, not running into the Marines. Basic survival. [snorts!] It's not like every day is an adventure. Why, is your life wall to wall magical adventures?

[ghostlocked]

Sounds on par to the pathetic excuses for pirates I'm familiar with. [Mostly, anyway? He doesn't really know what Somali pirates get up to.]

No, but I don't need to work that hard. We make good money as adventurers.

[Again, mostly. Kyna and Tucker and like every other adventurer he's ever met would disagree, but his priorities are a little different than theirs. He doesn't mind it.]

[hot_mes]

[what is this, something they have in common??]

So one big haul every now and then covers it? Pretty pirate-like if you ask me.

[ghostlocked]

Hm. Guess so. [It's honestly a fair point.] But what I do is legal.

[Technically.]

[hot_mes]

What says mine isn't?

[technically, for the last few months he was totally legal! Perks of a certain job. But that's a story nobody needs to hear.]

It's all in a certain point of view I suppose.