hadriel_logs | Event Log: Party Hard

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Event Log: Party Hard

Who: All characters participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Party Hard event
Where: All over the city!
When: May 24th-June 2nd
Warnings: Party Rockin'

Delight volunteering to go off to spy has been a somber moment for Hadriel indeed- but she doesn't want you to be sad for her! As a matter of fact, it's time for joy- and we all know that Delight's favorite way to pass the time is with a party!

So, on the morning of May 24th, she'll be trying to inspire everyone here to get their blood pumping a little in a fun way with a constant stream of partying! To you old timers here, the party will be rather similar to Delight's resurrection event, with a few notable twists.

Don't worry, don't worry- there's still going to be patent-pending Delight Energy Shots at the new bar, but with this party, the longer you go, the harder you go.

See, Rage wants to get in on the action a little too, and what better way than by exerting her own influence on the party and making it the most wild, savage bash you've ever been to? As the party goes on, and as you keep dancing, you find yourself unable to stop. It's not forced, but... you need to keep partying, to keep upping the ante. Before you know it, you've thrown rocks through windows, smashed a bottle over someone's head, and sharpened your pitchfork for that local mob you've always wanted to join.

Be careful out there. It's dangerous to get swept up in on the action- and maybe even more dangerous to try and avoid it. You've read about mob mentalities, haven't you?

Good luck, and happy partying!

► This log covers May 24th-June 2n.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If you party too hard, go too extreme, and are just too punk rock for livin', please let us know here.

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Me neither, but we gotta get out of here somehow, right? [Prussia doesn't like the gods much either, but he has this grand, terrible plan about loading up one of the gods on enough emotional power to get them all out of here. Right now, though, it's also just a convenient excuse to be wasted.

He's definitely looking for a fight, but he scowls at her offer.]

I ain't fighting someone who's unarmed. Where's the fun in that? I'll just go back to smashin' stuff up!

"I would like that very much," Maketh says softly. "And I -- I will take you up on it."

He thinks everyone who is trying to do something to help the citizens of Hadriel believes in the possibility of future good. Maybe they don't talk about it as such, but there is it.

"An unpleasant way to die. But quick."

It's a good thing the Elves didn't adhere to that system. Of course, in the First Age of Arda, practically everything that got done was accomplished by groups of close relatives. You couldn't exactly expect your brothers, sisters, or cousins to pay for an error with their lives.

"That is tragic. I suspect your superiors or leaders deprived themselves of an essential retainer, in that instance. It may have been expected, but could they really do without you?"

Maketh blinks, giving him a surprised look. "Of course they could. The Imperial military is an efficient machine. If a piece is found wanting, then it is replaced in all due haste. And my skills were hardly unique."

She was an officer, but there were thousands of them. All of whom, she knew, were eager to rise in the ranks.

She watches him for a moment.

"It is not so in your world?"

Wait, dude, it's okay!

[If it were a few days later on in this rager, Magnus might have actually gotten mad, but as it stands he's fine with this robot lizard girl.]

You can't be as bad as Lucas. So you programmed a fake soul to put in your robot monster? That's kinda funny, 'cause, ha, this guy Lucas, he was making robots and putting people's ghosts into them. Like, their souls, I guess? But he wasn't making them from scratch, so it's like, almost the same, but totally different. Don't worry, you can't even be half as bad as that guy.

"Great. You're well on your way to being a real, bonafide person."

Says someone who's struggled with her own personhood for the longest time.

[Good food was usually a consistent with them, if the Underground was anything to go by. But then you get the sound of breaking and you try to shove down the reflex to flinch out of the way and fail.

Yeah. So much "fun".]

It seems the only game going on right now is how much the residents of Hadriel can break the surroundings. Personally I have had my fill. Would you like to come with me and wait the rest of it out? Sans has offered the lab as a resting place, if you like.

[Or wherever else Frisk might have in mind, if that doesn't work out. Either way Chara will text Sans to let him know what was going on.]

[Magnus takes a tumble when the dinosaur carrying him suddenly isn't a dinosaur anymore, just kind of rolling into a bellyflop on the grass ungracefully. Ouch.

Good thing he's hopped up on energy drinks and adrenaline, because he bounces back fast, pulling himself up to his feet with a groan, rubbing his head where he knocked it during his unsuccessful tuck and roll. Yeah, he's definitely gonna have some bumps on his head tomorrow.

He regains focus when he hears Taako call his name, and he looks up at the tree in question. The tree that defeated Dupree. The tree that will taste their vengeance.]

Yeah!!! Get it!!!

[He charges the tree and rolls a fucking 7 on unarmed so he punches the fuck out of it but doesn't so much as make a dent. Dully, he realizes he's fucking up his hand, so he stops to check out the damage.]

Ohh man, this tree is like... the worst foe we've faced yet. Worse than the giant purple worm, even.

[Yep, his knuckles are bleeding.]

When the alternative leaves a murderer loose, and worse loose without any remorse in a world where gods feed off what he's not remorseful for. What makes anything in this case unacceptable when there are lives on the line, Lance? [ She's sorry for being so sanctimonious but, Sweets, she's done this before. ] If there's a witch, or if we petition the gods, we could stop his heart, and bind him. He doesn't die. [ She hasn't done it particularly but Bonnie had. ] Even if he should. [ Maybe he can tell what she's been through, maybe not. But this is what she's used to. ]

[He doesn't know what she's talking about exactly with the witches and the stopping his heart part--he presumes there's more to it than it sounds like, considering if it was simple as stopping his heart there wouldn't be the immortality issue--but he can tell she's speaking from experience. What sort of experience he can't tell either, but at least if there's some type of personal connection it makes sense why she's responding in this way.]

Elena, there are lines that can't be crossed unless we want to become just as bad as the people we're dealing with.

[It's said gently, as a reminder instead of a judgement.]

But don't misunderstand; I'm not suggesting nothing be done, just that it's a little complicated to figure out what the right thing to do actually is. If you have a viable suggestion of what can be done then I'd like to hear it, though maybe it should wait until you haven't been drinking.

[ Well, sometimes, she feels she does. She does the thing when she shouldn't. She knows this. But hell if she's giving that to Caroline right now.

She stops short when Caroline disparages how brave and stupid she can be when she speaks so openly. It reminds her of Damon, complete with the contempt she once felt for him, that she currently feels.

She tries not to let everything boil over, but Caroline gives her a push. It's not hard, but it's enough to unleash what Elena doesn't need.

She stumbles, but catches herself. Elena turns, fury in her eyes. ] I need to get it together? You killed your best friend, Caroline. When you know the last thing I ever wanted to be was a vampire. I've had it together. [ She stalks back over. ] I spent months keeping it together. You got to be with Stefan. I was with Stefan, lost him and then I got to hear about how I found my way to Damon. Klaus, the hybrid the terrorized us for a year is still alive and he gets to have a child? You, a vampire have children. But, when all I could ever see, was someday having a life, having a family, having what my mom and dad had, and you ripped that away from me, Caroline. At least Damon hadn't meant for me to become a vampire. Meredith Fell helped me. What have you been doing here, Caroline? Shopping? Hovering like the helicopter parent we all know you are! [ Rage's influence spilled everything out, like Caroline's tirade which was steeped in condescension and concern, Elena's didn't stop, but hers went deeper. ] You failed at being a best friend. Have fun with that. [ Tears whet her eyes, real feelings steeping in rage. ]

[ Her eyebrow rises. She has a husband, well that's fun. She probably even chose her husband without being told he'd be hers eventually. Also fun.

She does laugh, because of course she knows more than Irisviel. ] I know what I like, and what my friends like. The dancing's not that difference than dancing here. [ Though throughout history it would've been. ] What movies did he introduce you to? Your husband?

[ She does smirk, he's right about that. ]

Bring it on. [ She's with him, there. ] Anything you want to contribute?

And this is a form of not being interested.

[ If she was wondering. ]

And don't give me a reason to prevent that. Or, stop it entirely. [ Is she threatening her? ]

I'm going for stand here and be a buzzkill.

[ connor frowns deeply. full of disappointment, even. ]

Who's stuff is that?

[ i mean he has a pretty good guess here, but he's interested in what she'll tell him. ]

[ Once Elena stops, it's due time for Caroline's arms to cross over her chest, a superiority that raged in her earlier years of life rising up. It in no way reflects how she really feels, the stance merely one of familiarity. It's so easy to be immature when you're mad.

She gives the other girl an unimpressed, mocking look, no words, when she stumbles. Then there's that anger being mirrored back. It's intriguing, both of them being so mad, and really? After what Caroline said? Did? Has done in the past few days? It's no surprise that Elena lets everything just pour out.

Later, she'll look back on these words heard while her rage tries to turn blind. There will be regrets. ] I didn't ask for any of this either, Elena. Did you forget about that? While you were so busy comparing me to the vampire who ruined both our lives? [ Yes, she's bringing up your comments made in the past, girl. Not sorry? ] You've managed to leave out the all important detail of us both having everything weighed against us. You'll always have a family, and a best friend, because at the end of the day, the Salvatores would do anything to make sure that Elena Gilbert is safe [ ...so would the Forbes family. the lone Saltzman. the Bennett. those words slipped out, spiteful. angry. hateful. full of a loathing she's never felt toward Elena, not really, one stemming from a past jealously intertwining with a stifled grief over what she may very well have lost with Stefan, at home ] but, maybe you won't have a best friend at the end of your long life, Elena. Who really knows.

[ Because Bonnie will probably die, and Elena will wake up -- in the future. And who knows what Caroline will be doing. In reality, she'll be there for her friends no matter what, but the circumstances at hand are twisting together with the facts as she knows to be true, even if Elena's not aware of everything that occurs in her future life. ]

A life you're wasting by complaining. [ Tears be damned, she sure isn't crying. Caroline's red hot mad, letting it flood over her, making no attempt to be crafty about the fact that she's moving in to...probably try breaking Elena's neck.

They both have vampire speed now though, and the rage has skewed Caroline's initial capacity for doing anything other than going right toward her best friend. At vampire speed, but there's a pause before she moves. As if Elena doesn't know how to dodge, Caroline, seriously. ]

Being kept alive for a purpose isn't so unusual. [It may be an unfortunate reality for some, it's a familiar one. And for someone whose purpose has run its course, there are few alternatives.] As nice as it would be to live only for myself, I'll take this opportunity for what it is.

[And then, maybe, one day she'll understand her own ideals, whatever they are, and bring those changes to that land.

Realizing that her enthusiasm likely gave away her newness, Irisviel blushes a little through her smile.] I do seem out of place, right? It was a rocky arrival, certainly, and a little harrowing. I can't believe this is the same city!

I'd love that! Of course, living for the moment is nice, too... But think of what it would be like to chase what I wanted!

[For Irisviel, who learned everything--even her goals--from others, she barely knows where to begin. But right now, with the party in full swing and this level of joy and excitement more than she's even felt (though forced upon her), there isn't anything she wants more. Her hips swing back and forth beneath Saber's hands, arms interlocking. It brings her even closer, and she models a flirtatious lip bite that seems, from watching videos or observing others around her, like the kind of thing one does while dancing like this. Saber's suggestion lights up her face, and she throws her arms over her head for a moment.]

We could bring the party back to the apartment!

[This probably isn't what her Servant had in mind...]

[ No, it's not. Saber's expression turns a little tired, her smile wry. ] The party will be fine here.

[ Her goal is to get Irisviel to rest, not turn their apartment into an equally rowdy commotion — or any kind of commotion. She's not entirely sure what the purpose behind Irisviel's... 'dance moves' is, either, but she lets it go; maintaining her own chivalrous stoicism even as their bodies get closer. ]

You are capable of much. In truth, I fear being unable to keep up with you. [ Saber is, unsurprisingly, set in her ways. Irisviel has room to learn, to grow, to become something more; her fate not tied to a wish to undo her entire life. ] Even now, you are far more suited to this celebration than I — someone used to such things. How much of this [ she nods towards Irisviel's movements ] have you learned in just a few days?

This isn't about how much I've had to drink. [ She doesn't mean to be dismissive, because this is not what anything is about. If anything, this has broken through her Delighted haze. ] I'm asking you to think about where you are, and how you got here, and the horrific things you've heard. This isn't about becoming a monster. This is about taking its power over you away. You don't think he brought this on himself?

[ The first moment he looks away, she summons Excalibur into her hand — swirling wind immediately rendering the blade invisible — and holds it up. ]

Look again. Or has drunkness obscured your vision as well as your sense?

[ She's fucking with him, now. But she's hoping it might make him double-take enough to calm down a little. ]

[ Not the answer she needed or wanted. ] It doesn't matter. [ Caroline is Connor's friend as well, and as raging as Elena is, it doesn't stop the part of her that cares about Caroline. ] Connor, if the fire gets higher it's not like there's a plane we'll veer off course. It's not hurting anyone. [ But something else catches her, how with it she is. Certain people have momentarily knocked her out of her stupor. Connor fits the bill. ] Connor, it's not that bad. This person deserves it.

[ Elena knows her friends have given life and limb for her and Caroline knows Elena would give her very soul for them. She has. But neither is thinking clearly.

Complaining?

It's the hesitation Elena takes advantage of. Say what you want about her experience. But, she has training with Alaric Salesman and Damon in mind and newfound agility she's learning to master. It's the pause that lands Elena behind Caroline, hands wrapped around something at her throat. It's instinct meeting her newfound predatory nature. ] I'm complaining. [ Rage has overtaken her, choking the life out of a best friend she still loves deep down. ] You're the one holding what I don't know against me. [ Her grip tightens. ] Again. Say what you want to say about Damon and Stefan, but you won, Caroline. You saw him first. [ Squeezing, pulling tight. ] When's the wedding? June?

[ Her stance grows a little more guarded. She isn't being affected by Rage the way some others are, but the heavy atmosphere is still dulling her instincts, making it harder to distinguish a real threat from one borne of frustration. ]

You would not be able to do so. Few things can harm me.

[ And fewer still she wouldn't heal from immediately. But she doesn't want to put undue strain on Irisviel to heal her wounds, either. ]

It is your choice to believe me, but I do not wish to fight you. ... In fact, I would ask your name, so as to address you properly. [ A peace offering, of a kind. ] I am called Saber.

[ Well, she can't remember where they keep the treats, and he's already committed to finding the dog, so she doesn't stop his renewed determination. Instead, she heeds his directives, calling out for the animal. ]

Pup! For heaven's sake, I absolutely can't scour the entire city, and I'm worried about you getting caught up in this - whatever exactly is going on outside! Pup!

[ As she pokes through the rooms of the spire, the mabari in question eventually comes trotting through the open doorway and plants himself there, waiting patiently. Like a good boy. ]

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