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

[sciencelizard]

[That's a lot of punching Ellie!!!]

Well, I mean, it's good at uh... k-keeping you out of danger? But I guess it's not very good for winning most of the time. I mostly just didn't want to, uh, die. Even if people weren't dying, not r-really.

[survivorsguilt]

[She's good for it!!!]

Psh. Keeping out of danger is winning. Technically.

[sciencelizard]

Well, uh, I g-guess so.

[REGARDLESS. Delight's influence still makes her want to do something, the weird ache in her arms like she just hasn't moved in too long getting more pervasive.]

So, uh, how long do you think we'll be here? Enough time to, uh, t-try everything, right?

[survivorsguilt]

[Ellie grins and leans in to nudge the monster with her elbow.]

Yo Alphys, are you asking me to dance?

[She has a feeling Alphys probably means the food, not that, but she can't resist teasing.]

[sciencelizard]

[She sputters, immediately going red.]

Wh-- I, no, I meant-- I mean if you w-want to I guess I'm not a very good dancer!!!!

[aaaaaaAAAAAAAAAA]

[survivorsguilt]

[AWWWW GEEZ]

Hey, hey! It's okay, neither can I! You just like... jump if it's fast, or sway if it's slow, and you can spin anytime! Basic dance rules with Ellie.

[She pats Alphys' shoulder reassuringly.]

[sciencelizard]

[She sputters a bit, still, but she looks up at Ellie still.]

So do you, uh, wanna... d-do? That? Maybe?

[survivorsguilt]

[Ellie beams, and grabs both of Alphys' hands.]

Let's gooooooooo!!

[She's already pulling them both onto the dancefloor.]

[sciencelizard]

[She squeaks in surprise, but Alphys lets herself be pulled, feeling a smile over her face.

Well, maybe this won't be so bad after all.]

Okay!!! Let's, uh, d-do that!!