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

The game
In the initial phases of the game, Amilyn Holdo exhibits all the guts and skill that made her an admiral. She's got a steady aim and a strategic brain, and it's all going very well. Until she gets hit by a purple paintball. Two of them in quick succession, in fact.

After that? Any old clichés about the victory of old age and treachery aren't really worth much anymore. She's distracted. Have fun with that.

Hot springs
She's maybe a little too eager to get that damned purple paint off. Amilyn doesn't embarrass easily, but there's people that are going to be difficult to look in the eye again.

Afterward she sinks into the hot water of the spring up to her chin, trying to relax.

The lounge
As soon as she finds out what the booze is, there's an extra slug of it going into her hot chocolate. Afterward she drifts around the room, striking up the odd bit of conversation and now trying to pretend anything that happened as a result of purple paintballs never happened.

Beverly's sitting up on top of a wall of an abandoned building, watching the action below, when she sees a woman with purple hair get double hit from either side with purple pellets. Perhaps she should take advantage of her distracted situation, but all she feels is sympathy - Beverly finds the purple pellet's side effects to be the most unfair. So instead, she goes for the other two people. One she successfully hits with their final and game-ending color, the other disappears into the woods after firing an erratic shot up at her.

Once she makes sure the coast is clear, she calls down to the other woman. "You all right down there?"

Amilyn looks around for the voice and spots the redheaded woman on the wall. She hurries over to the base of the wall, trying to stay covered, and calls up. "I guess that counts as two towards getting knocked out, doesn't it?" A wry smile. "Thanks for the return shots."

"Well it hardly seemed like a fair fight, two against one." Beverly tilts her head in consideration. "How are you feeling?"

A pause as she considers. "Surprisingly good," she says, and then smiles up at Beverly. "And very pleased to meet you. I'm Amilyn."

She returns the smile easily, lifting up her goggles so Amilyn can see her face better. This may be a battle right now, but later they might run into each other again. "I'm Beverly! Pleased to meet you as well."

[ So my brain has dried up on this plot. Would you be okay handwaving the rest of this action? I'm cool with any IC follow-up/consequences etc. ]

[No worries! I simply needed an excuse for space ladies to meet!]

[Thor is having a whale of a time, but he's not the best at indiscriminate battle. He hesitates before shooting all too often, so he's merely an observer in this hit and run situation.

Thor is a little taken aback by the savagery of the attack, but he keeps his gun raised and wary when he approaches Holdo.]

At least it matches your hair. [He says, in a conciliatory tone, offering her a small smile.]

Shall we hunt them down?

[ Hello, sailor! ]

Lead on; I'll follow.

[ That smile ... is maybe a little more saucy than is strictly necessary at the moment. ]

[That smile earns her a double take, then a look that lingers, then a nod. Alright then.]

Are you enjoying yourself so far? Despite the merciless assault, I mean.

[ Hey so - my brain has dried up on this plot, so would you be okay handwaving the rest of this action? Open for any IC consequences you like. ]

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