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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There's a breathless moment where, trust or not, Maketh's instincts are screaming that she's in free-fall. It's exhilarating and she can't help but laugh.

"We cannot all have your musculature," she points out, a little breathless.

The fact that Maketh is so small and light very well makes this a cake walk for someone of Rey's stature. Hearing that laughter, though, she is more or less compelled to continue, making calm and unwavering strides. Sure, it's a scene, but considering Rey's earlier disposition, this has to be the better alternative than grumping around by her lonesome.

"Good thing for that, too. Otherwise you could get one of these a dime a dozen."

And then where would Rey be?

"You sell yourself short," Maketh murmurs, eyes half closed. Strangely, it's almost relaxing. She trusts that Rey won't drop her. "You are--very steady."

She almost laughs. "But of course. I have to be."

And she does not drop Maketh, not even a mere near miss for a moment as Rey gives the other woman's body a few more good hoists. Afterwards, she holds Maketh's body in the air before bending her knee, so that she can start to sit upright. This time, Rey lowers Maketh in her arms. She cradles her for a moment, holding her bridal style.

"This is where I sweep you off your feet."

It's so easy for her.

It's an odd feeling, behind handled so easily. Maketh sits up, grinning, and plants a kiss on Rey's cheek. "How literal. I like it."

It's quite romantic.

Funny. Rey never thought of herself as much of a romantic. But seeing Maketh smile, feeling her kiss, it makes that strange piece that is her heart skip a few beats. And there's a little romantic in there after all.

She stands up, lifting Maketh with her, still in her arms.

"You want to go somewhere a little more private? I can bring drinks."

It's nothing forward. Rey just wants to ditch the party scene for a while, and Maketh -- well, makes her happy.

"Oh?" Maketh quips a smile, watching Rey. Her expression is fond and oddly soft. "I'd like that. Yes."

"Good."

As though she were transporting a mere sack of flour, Rey carries Maketh into one of the private rooms Delight had furnished for their resting needs. It's a nice little space. Quiet. Dim. Separate from the flashiness and party noise. A relief.

Rey sets Maketh down onto the bed, before taking a step back. "I'll get the drinks. You just rest. Okay?"

Down she goes, gentle as a feather. Maketh giggles, feeling like a cadet all over again, and pushes herself back up. Settles against the ridiculous pillows. "My hero. Bring me something strong!"

"I wouldn't settle for anything less."

And there she goes, off to retrieve the most potent bottle of whiskey she can find, as well as the bottle they had been working on already.

It's been a long week. They deserve some respite, goddammit.

"My hero," Maketh murmurs, reaching for the bottle when Rey returns. "Ahh. That looks lovely."

Rey grins as she plops down onto the bed beside Maketh. She sets the closed bottles down in front of her before pulling out a glass.

"About as lovely as you can get here." Rey begins pouring the whiskey into the glass. "Hope you don't mind sharing my germs. Couldn't find another."

In a city full of boozers, Rey isn't surprised. Neither is she troubled by this predicament.

Maketh shrugs, leaning against Rey. "I have no concerns."

Not about that, at least.

"It's a good party, isn't it?"

It's silly how her stomach flutters when Maketh leans into her like that.

"Well, it was pretty shitty until you showed up." Rey smiles, handing Maketh the glass of whiskey.

"Flatterer."

She accepts the glass with a nod, tipping her head back to drink.

"Mhm. I like it. The whiskey and the flattery both."

A giddy feeling flips in her chest at Maketh's approval. Rey shifts, resting her hand over the other woman's knee. She just likes this. Being close to her.

"Oh, good. There's more where that came from."

On both counts.

Maketh grins, shifting a little. "That blush is a good look on you, my dear."

"Don't know what you're talking about. I don't blush," she says, reddening. Rey goes to grab the glass from Maketh for a drink. "Give me that."

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Maketh just cants an eyebrow, holding the bottle out. "Oh, you don't. I see. Your parlor is naturally that rosy."

She takes a long drink after accepting the bottle Maketh hands to her, then shoots her an endearing look.

"Fine. You win." Rey gives Maketh a gentle nudge with her elbow. "We should do this more often."

Maketh preens, accepting the bottle. "I always win. It makes me charming. And we should. I rather like it."

She smirks. "So you say after you've had a few drinks."

But no, Rey is pretty charmed. She can't help it.

Maketh sniffs, taking a drink. "Don't be jealous. I am perfectly social. And charming."

"Who said I was jealous? Maybe I'm admiring," Rey says simply, resting her chin in her hand while giving Maketh a doting look. So charmed, she is.

Maketh tips her head to the side. "Oh? I suppose that is acceptable."

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