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

i. the game
[The concept of a Paintball War is something that Thor enjoys more in theory than he does in practice. Being sneaky is not a particular skill of his, nor is shooting without discretion. He has fun all the same, he's not shy about shooting strangers, and he uses all colours in his arsenal without prejudice.

But it's easy to distract Thor, particularly if you cry out in pain or distress. He's taking the day away from Perimeter Guard, but saving people is kind of a full time job for him. You can't just turn those senses off!

Thor flits between groups of people he knows, always on the look out for familiar faces and possible allies. He doesn't expect to be shot by them, but maybe that's his first mistake.]

ii. the springs
[Thor has never been so grateful to have short hair. No matter how hard he scrubs, the glitter seems to keep coming and coming. The amount of soap coming from his stall is incredible, all different scents and all full of glitter.

There are obvious patches that he can't reach, but he's not too concerned with it for now.

Thor isn't shy about his own nudity, nor does he care about the nudity of others. He strides in, naked as the day he was born, and helps himself to a free spot in the spring. He sinks in easily, letting out a low groan and shutting his eyes.

He folds his arms behind his head and leans back, opening his eyes and looking at the person closest to him.]

This was a good idea.

iii. the lounge
[Thor has expended enough energy to feel truly hungry, which means he's stacking his plate pretty high and coming back for seconds. His hot chocolate is more alcohol than anything else, but it hits the spot.

Taking a seat and watching the remaining game on the television screen is what makes it sink in, he lost. A few years ago, he would have pitched an absolute fit. Now? He looks a little sullen as he watches the screen, occasionally pulling a face when the camera pans to faces in the jungle.]

This is not the outcome I expected. [He says, blandly, trying not to be overly sour about it.]

[ooc: feel free to just jump in and shoot thor/get shot by thor. the glitterbomb is reserved but idrc if i double up on colours and whatnot otherwise!! hmu on

rodentia]

[Eleven isn't really expecting anyone to talk to her. She's so small and covered in glitter that she's preoccupied with trying to rake out of her short hair. So when someone talks to her she just blinks and winds up staring. She's totally oblivious to the fact that he's sulking, and nods in sympathetic understanding.]

It is okay not to win.

[Or so Mike says. ]

Sometimes. We won't be punished here.

[For losing, she means. No punishment for losing is definitely a good thing.]

[When Thor looks to see who is consoling him, he's just the slightest bit ashamed that it's a child. He probably shouldn't need children to tell him he's a sore loser, but he'll take the reassurance all the same.

Thor smiles, but it falters when she says they won't be punished here.]

That's true, the stakes aren't very high. [He isn't going to press her for more information, so he moves the topic onto something lighter.]

I'm curious about the big prize they keep talking about.

[ Sif actually had to request an early release from guard duty because it simply became too impractical to keep it up while under the influence of a well-aimed paintball that made her sing and dance, which is why she strolls into the lounge not too long after Thor does.

Spotting Thor, she hesitates a little, and goes about fixing herself some hot chocolate (with a lot of mint-flavoured booze in) while she ponders whether or not to join him before deciding to go and take a seat next to him.

His sulky expression is a pretty familiar one, and it makes her eyes sparkle with amusement while she takes a sip from her mug, regarding him over the rim. ]

That is what happens when you insist upon drawing all the fire.

[ Not that she saw him during the game, but it is how he tends to go about doing battle. ]

[Despite their surroundings, this is a very familiar situation to be in with Sif. Perhaps they've never played paintball together, but they've challenged each other with friends and Thor hasn't always come out on top.

He welcomes her chiding, funnily enough, because it feels a lot more like the way they should be. He huffs out a laugh, just barely rolling his eyes before he looks up at her with a raised brow.]

You weren't even playing and you still managed to get shot.

That does not count.

[ Yes, she is very salty about the whole thing but as Thor said, she hadn't been playing and so she will not consider it a defeat. ]

And I would like to see you take on the creatures in this jungle whilst singing and dancing.

Edited 2018-01-26 11:53 (UTC)

Maybe you should have hit me, then. [He says, despite knowing that she was unarmed and not actually playing.

But he says it smugly, with a disgustingly smug smile.]

[ Well, she'll just go ahead and raise an eyebrow at that. ]

With my sword?

[ Since that would have been what was on hand should she have tried to land a hit on Thor. ]

You can't say you haven't been tempted to do that lately. [He says, dryly. Then he shifts, patting the seat closest to him so she'll (hopefully) scoot over.]

[No one had to ask Bryn twice whether she wanted to participate in a paint ball tournament.

She's spent so many months in Riverview relaxing and settling in, so many weeks alternating between exploration and socializing that it's felt like all of the training she does has been for nothing. There are no missions here for her that involve exchanging gunfire in tight quarters or trying to navigate jungles or forests without leaving a trail. She's been exploring. And house-hunting. And learning what it's like to live with a man she loves instead of with family or alone.

That she gets to do this with him is a gift, and one she fully intends to savor.

Tucked behind a wide tree, rifle pointed up, she looks over at Thor, grin wide across her face. She almost glows with how happy she is right now, in the thick of this battle with a gun in her hands. Speaking quietly, she raises an eyebrow.]

Work together until we're the last two, right?

[It has been an interesting but pleasant venture, learning to adapt to living with Bryn. He's lived with Jane before, but it was very different. It was her home, her stuff and he just lived there.

Now, it's theirs. Their home, their stuff and they both live there. Both of them with their weird habits.

So far, it's done nothing to slow their relationship down. Thor has enjoyed it, but he embraces the change of pace with her. Hiding behind a tree, a gun in each of their hands in the jungle is very different from looking at bed covers and discussing appropriate diets for goats.

Thor smiles, winking almost unnaturally with his fake eye.]

The prize is as good as ours. [He assures, then he presses down lower when he hears a rustle in the distance.]

Player Plot: Paint Ball Battle

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