riverviewlogs | Player Plot: Paint Ball Battle

who: Open to All
what: The Annual Paintball War.
when: 17/01
where: The Jungle + The Hot Springs
warnings: Violence, Swearing and Nudity. The Tarantino Experience.

The Game

It’s a chilly morning when the competitors gather in the jungle for the competition, there are still thin layers of ice and snow on the rocks and leaves and the air is cool and crisp. All competitors are outfitted with a full set of equipment, including a paintball gun, a battle pack (a set of 5 colours, 10 of each colour except for three, glittery pods), protective eyewear, a face mask (in a variety of colours and patterns) and camouflage clothing.

Players are transported in groups (but not teams) of five into different sections of the jungle. The Perimeter guards monitor the outskirts and the boundaries are marked with flags.

Each team is told the general rules of play, which are as follows:

You are given a set of 5 colours, 10 of each and 3 glitter bombs

Each colour has a different effect on its target, summed up with one word.

You need to be hit with 3 different colours or one glitter bomb to be “killed”

Use glitter bombs wisely, you only get three.

Each coloured pod has a word written on it, in its designated colour. The colours, words and effects are as follows:

Red- “Over-confidence”
Being hit with red makes you irrational, your decisions are stupid and poorly thought out. This makes you an easy target.

Blue- “Rhythm”
You are compelled to sing and dance. Every step you take is jazzy, you can’t stop trying to move to the music in your mind. You’re compelled to rhyme or sing every thought you have, to a maddening degree.

Purple- “Flirtatious”
You are now feeling flirtatious. Your mind is off the prize and on your teammates and enemies. They become your focus instead.

Pink- “Ditzy”
You’re feeling distracted. Your focus is shot and you can’t stop spacing out. Your imagination is running wild and you see things out of the corner of your eye. You also can’t stop yourself from chattering away.

Glitter:
Glitter’s effects are long term. The glitter stays on you for weeks after, in your hair and faintly sparkling on your skin. It’s also an instant out, meaning you must leave the game once you’ve been hit with one.

The winner is the one who makes it out without being hit by three different colours or a glitter bomb.

The Hot Springs

After the war is over, paintballers can retreat to the hot springs. For characters over 18, there are washrooms set up before you enter, there are two segregated by gender (but not heavily monitored either way), with a third for those who don’t identify as either gender or for those who don’t care who they see or who sees them naked.

Assisting one another in a scrub down is encouraged, since there will be paint where your arms can’t reach. There are stools to sit on with scrubbing brushes, clothes and a wide variety of delicious smelling soaps to help wipe away the paint.

The glitter will not come off.

Once you’re clean, you’re welcome to soak in the warm waters of the spring. There is a nude spring (over 18s only) and a clothed spring for younger characters. There are soft, fuzzy bathrobes and towels for modesty outside of the spring.

The Lounge

There is a buffet of delicious, wintery foods to warm you up. Hot soups, curry, roasted meats and vegetables as well as finger foods such as cold meats and cheeses, crackers and breads. Fresh fruits, steamed and fresh vegetables and a variety of dips. On the dessert table there are mini pies, tarts and cakes to choose from for dessert.

In the lounge is a hot chocolate bar with a variety of different chocolates, marshmallows, creams, sprinkles and alcohols for the adults who need an extra kick.

The tables are set indoors, in a small but cozy lodge. There is a large fire that warms the room well and dozens of couches, lazy boys, hammocks and beanbags to settle into. The room is filled with lanterns and candles and it’s the perfect time to regale one another with stories of victory and tragedy from the war.

The lounge is open from the beginning of the game, large TV screens will play shots of the game with commentary from a number of people. Those who are unwilling or uninterested in participating can stay in the lounge as long as they like. This means that they can enjoy the thrill of the competition from the comfort of a nice, warm chair.

The winners are posted here.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[While not as competitive as Lup, Taako still got enough into the game that he's earned himself a handful of injuries, partly from getting shot but also he might've fallen out of a tree at one point? You don't know his life.

But he's cleaned up aside from the glitter that won't come out of his hair when he finds Rin at the hot springs and valiantly resists the urge to divebomb into the pool, being much more sensible and just sliding into the water, instead.]

Are we gonna play doctor?

[stop]

[ Rin can't complain about the glitter. It just makes Taako look even more ethereally beautiful than usual. He winks saucily at Taako as he reaches into the lacquered box. He has some kind of shimmering salve in there, along with strips of thick, cream-colored bandages. ]

Oh, yes. I'll need to do a thorough exam. Best come in close.

[There's a request he can easily follow; Taako lazily swims in close so he can give Rin a kiss on the cheek and rest a hand on his waist.If he's surprised that Rin is hiding his scars with a disguise self spell (he isn't), Taako isn't saying anything about it. It's not like he can judge that sort of thing.]

I do have one bruise we should probably save for when there's a little more privacy.

[lucretia shot him in the butt :( ]

And here I pegged you for an exhibitionist.

[ Taako gets a kiss in turn, but Rin is actually quite serious about addressing whatever wounds he can see. He takes Taako by the shoulders, holding him at arm's length, looking him over with a doctor's eye. ]

Now, then. Where shall I start?

I mean, yes, absolutely, but... [He waves a hand vaguely, even as Rin is inspecting him.] I'm pretty sure you're not.

[So it's cool, whatevs, he's not gonna die because he's got one kink that Rin doesn't have.]

And hey, you don't gotta waste all that stuff on a couple bruises. It'll heal on its own.

[He only got shot twice (the other by Lup, in the back, because she's awful) plus the scrapes and bruises from when he fell out of the tree, which is nothing compared to say, a washing machine sized piece of machinery dropping on him.]

[ Truthfully, even being half-clothed like this--even with an illusion applied--makes him want to die a little inside. ]

Mostly for very practical reasons.

[ A weapon could come at you from anywhere? Anytime?? He sighs as he touches one of the scrapes gently, smearing the salve over the little abrasion. The skin starts to soften, becoming dewy and fresh, almost immediately. ]

Why wait?

[ But he won't go over everything, if that's not what Taako wants. ]

I tried to help you, by the way, but I suppose it just wasn't in the cards.

[Taako doesn't bother with an I know, since he figures that's pretty obvious, and just plants a kiss on Rin's cheek instead as an unspoken way to get it across. He can't fault Rin for his caution, it's what's kept him alive and even if Taako knows this place is a lot safer than Fearun, that sort of mindset is hard to break out of.]

Can I trade you for our shitty cleric?

[He was gonna make a fuss about it, but now that Rin's gotten started he might as well roll with it, so he turns a little to make the process easier.]

I did notice that, thank you darling. I think I uh, sealed my own fate, should've known Magnus wouldn't trust me.

[100 years means Magnus knows him and his traitorous ways.]

I didn't know you were friends with a cleric.

[ Said lightly. But then, he's mostly only ever known really terrible clerics, clerics who prayed to really terrible gods. Or goddesses. A particular goddess, really.

Since Taako's letting him, he keeps on smearing salve over what wounds he can find. The stuff is silky as butter, but leaves no greasy trail; it smells of lavender and freesia and something else, something warm and woodsy. A good smell. ]

Really? He seems like the trusting type.

[ Like a dog in human form. ]

Oh, yeah, he's into uh... Dan? [no] Pan? That one. Pretty chill dude but he forgets he knows healing magic.

[There's a reason Taako still has scars from his more recent adventuring, and it's because half the time Merle either forgets to heal them at all, or barely heals them. It's the worst.]

He is, for sure, but he's known me for a century, guess he kinda figured I'd turn on him at some point. He's learning.

[As if this is some terrible thing.]

I'm sure that kept your life exciting.

[ Rub, rub ... he works his fingers between Taako's shoulder blades. It might just be a massage, at this point. ]

And after only a hundred years, huh? That's my kind of friend.

[Hello 911 there's an emergency he's going to sink into the water and drown.]

I probably shouldn't talk shit, he did take like half my injuries in Wonderland when we couldn't heal.

[Or maybe he just misses Merle a little bit? But he's not going to talk about that.]

It takes Magnus a few tries to get something, he's dumb as a brick but you know, he's ours now, we gotta keep him around.

[That's a bit mean, Magnus isn't that dumb.]

Player Plot: Paint Ball Battle

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