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.

Comments

[hotspurred]

[Henry raises his eyebrows.]

You hardly look so lamentable as that, Kate. Though... why not request of the gods a lasting change of colour?

[dedikated]

( She'll shave your ridiculously tousled hair and see how lamentable you feel, Hotspur. )

... Didn't think of that.

( Admittedly. )

Asked for more dye last time.

[hotspurred]

[Good luck trying, Kate. Wrestling is the basis of all swordsmanship.]

No? Hm. Well, there is a certain comfort in familiar routines.

[Though surely dyeing it must be a tedious process. And speaking of hair...]

...There is one trifling thing I have wondered. Why cut your hair to hide your forehead?

[dedikated]

( ... Really? )

Why have hair at all?

( Surely they could all just shave it off, right? )

[hotspurred]

[Henry scoffs.]

Oh, fine. I shall leave you be.

[That's what he gets for asking about women's fashion. He turns to the drinks and begins helping himself, apparently done with their conversation.]