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

[circumitus]

What, you mean people don't do fucked up shit to their bodies where you're from?

[Weird.]

Maybe a little bit of both. [She shrugs.]

[roseofthetyrells]

No, I'm afraid not. There are ridiculous styles and fashions, of course, but nobody does anything permanent.

[Westeros is weird, it's true]

Likely so. Having blind faith in anything seems as though it would wreak havoc with the rest of their mind.

[circumitus]

That's probably for the best.

[She isn't about to question the sanity of a people for having enough of it not to mutilate their own bodies.]

There were people like that, in my world. People who were affected by war and just... needed something to hold onto. Even if it was bugshit insane.

[roseofthetyrells]

[the citizens of Westeros make up for that by being insane in other areas]

I understand. My home has been at war for over five years. Many of the Sparrows, fanatics for the Faith of the Seven, were former soldiers disillusioned by constant war.

[circumitus]

[Rey is hardly surprised.]

Can't say that's all that uncommon. War tends to start or prolong thanks to fanaticism. Have known some to last thousands of years because of that shit.

[roseofthetyrells]

Thousands of years? How old are you, if you don't mind me asking?

[circumitus]

Um. [Squint.] Ninety-something. Haven't really been keeping track anymore.

But that's, er... a different story.

[roseofthetyrells]

Oh? Well, I must admit my interest in it.

[circumitus]

[She scoffs.]

Guess it depends. Which part are you interested in?

[roseofthetyrells]

Any part of it you feel comfortable sharing. Our worlds are so different, you see, that any part would be of interest.