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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.

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[Val went into this game gunning hard to win; it's everything she loves: guns and no consequences. Unfortunately, her victory wasn't meant to be; she wanders into the spectator's lounge at some point, looking grumpy with a violently-highlighter yellow paint splatter over one eye. She, as usual, heads straight for the buffet; she's starving and she feels it would be prudent to at least put something in her stomach before she starts guzzling liquor.

Glancing up across the table as she loads down her plate, she finds a familiar face right on the other side; she's never met him in person, but she remembers what he looks like from the video he'd posted the other day. Grinning, Val grabs a chicken wing and chucks it at his head.]

[Magnus rolls so low that he couldn't have ducked in time even if he had noticed the food flying at his head. It hits him square in the forehead and falls onto his plate.]

Wh—

[He's too startled to be upset about this. When he looks across the table to figure out who just tossed poultry at his face, he's more interested in asking why than anything else. But when he finds the culprit, he pieces it together pretty quickly.

With a small grin on his face, he asks, hopefully,] Punch Girl?

[Val lets out a triumphant laugh when her missile hits its mark; she couldn't have done it better if she'd tried. She watches as the wheels turn in Magnus's head, and when he gets it on the first try, her grin goes comically wide.]

The one and only. What's good, Magnets?

Punch Girl!

[Magnus doesn't bother to set down his plate before he reaches clear across the table to give Val a hug.]

Thanks for the chicken. I was gonna grab one of those anyway.

[OH OKAY WE'RE HUGGING I GUESS she's just gonna gingerly pat him on the shoulder.]

No sweat. You looked hungry, so I figured I'd help. How's the loser's circle treating you?

[hugs is what u get when u befriend magnus. better to learn that right now.]

Eh, I'm over it. The buffet eases the pain of losing. Nice makeup, by the way. [He gestures to his own eye in reference to the big yellow splotch on Val's face.]

[GUESS THIS IS HER LIFE NOW but really it's fine, she nods in agreement and then raises her hand to her face; it comes back with yellow paint on it and she rolls her eyes.]

Oh, yeah, I'm starting a new trend. Get nailed in the face with a paintball. All the rage on Sakaar.

Guess I missed the memo. [He points to a pink splotch on his bicep.] Next time I'll make sure it hits my face.

[Magnus finishes off his plate with a few bread rolls and makes a move toward the tables.] Yo, want me to save you a seat?

[Val smirks.] I'll hold you to that. I expect better of you, Magnets.

[She knows that's not his name, but it's more fun, so she's sticking with it.

She's really not expecting an invite, and it startles a grin out of her.]

—Sure, thanks! I'll be right over.

[And sure enough, she's moseying over a few minutes later, laden with two plates plus beer.]

[Magnus looks at Val's plates with admiration.] Dang, I thought I had a lot of food. I like you.

So, [he says, then absentmindedly stuffs something from his plate into his mouth without even looking at it and chews it, like, twice before swallowing it—] You're Asgardian, right? You don't... act Asgardian. Which is to say you're maybe the coolest Asgardian I've met.

[Sorry not sorry, Thor.]

Except for the beer, that's pretty Asgardian.

[She'd never admit it, but being liked is currently ranking pretty high on her list. For the first time in entirely too long, she's meeting people who genuinely want to be around her, and not just because they have to, and it's a damn good feeling. She beams at Magnus, sucking all the meat off a chicken bone in one go and flinging it somewhere behind her. Nobody's really told her yet that we're not just flinging our scraps onto the floor anymore these days.]

Thanks. I'd probably have to agree. But it's because I haven't actually lived on Asgard for...

[Puffs out her cheeks, rolls her eyes.]

A few millennia. Sort of lost track of time. I lived somewhere a lot less formal, picked up a less dorky way of speaking.

Oh, jeez. That's a long time. [It's long enough to startle a human that got an extra century tacked onto his tiny little lifespan.

He's fairly certain that nobody's made it a thing to toss your scraps around... But she does it with such confidence that he finds himself wondering whether he missed a memo about it or something. He decides not to question it.]

Yeah, Thor's kind of a dork, huh? [This is an opinion he's just now formed in order to impress Val, maybe.] Where'd you go that was so much cooler than Asgard?

Sort of. My kind live long.

[She's already tearing into the next chicken wing, but she laughs.]

Yeah, he is. A lovable one, though. [She wrinkles her nose, takes a swig of her ale.] Place called Sakaar. It was mostly a shithole but it had its pluses.

I guess that's a word I might use to describe him.

[He huffs a little laugh as he rips a bite out of a bread roll.]

Pluses like...? [Magnus can be a little invasive with questions when he's getting to know someone. He's a curious guy.]

He's like a big puppy, really. A puppy with, like...terrifying electrical powers.

[She shovels a big forkful of potatoes in her mouth.]

Liiike...[She chews, swallows, and thinks about it for a moment.] Lots of booze. Nice digs. The ruler of the place loved me. Blood sport.

Hell yeah, blood sport!

[As soon as he says it he stiffens, just a tad nervous about it. He likes the idea of blood sport until he remembers someone usually dies. It's, like, implied. By the name. So he kindaaaaa changes the subject abruptly.]

And you got in with the guy in charge, nice! I know how it is, having to make the best of a bad place. I've been to some shitholes. Thankfully this place is pretty nice, huh?

[She pauses, stares at him, and then laughs. He might feel weird about it, but honestly? Val was so used to it, and used to contributing to it, that it hardly bothers her anymore.]

Yeah, this is way less terrible than that place. People are way cooler, anyway. Also people don't hate me so far.

Okay, hold on.

[He'd been lifting three strips of bacon to his face at once (why wouldn't he), but he sets them back down, pointedly.]

Why would anyone hate you? I don't buy it. You're too cool.

[She shrugs, half a baked potato in her mouth, and when she swallows, she ticks off on her fingers:]

Uhh...I sold them off as fight fodder, I drink too much, I broke something of theirs and lied about it....I could go on.

[Oh, uh... So he's just gonna assume the fight fodder thing is far in the past. Or maybe it's a euphemism. Ha ha ha. Asgardians, man, they're wild. ...He opts not to think about it any more than that. There's probably a look on his face as he weighs this out in his head.]

Well, hey! Fresh start and all that, right? [He's gonna pick that bacon up again and actually bite into it this time.]

Yeah. Yeah, exactly. [He's not wrong. Thor was her last acquisition, and she feels like she made it up to both Thor and Banner for capturing them by helping them escape. Helping Thor get revenge for all their fallen countrymen.

Val gives Magnus a sheepish grin.]

It's been...a weird time, since I got here. Learning how to live a normal life again.

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