Player Plot: Paint Ball Battle

[worldsaway]

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.

Comments

[dancingmd]

("Holding her still." Riiight.)

Hmm I wonder who that was?

[scholiast]

(leave her alone!!)

Must have been somebody very clever.

[dancingmd]

Too clever for their own good, I think!

[scholiast]

Perhaps.

(The paint is coming off easily enough but the same cannot be said for the glitter. Lucretia frowns.)

You're very glittery.

[dancingmd]

And who is to blame for that! Not me, certainly!

[scholiast]

It's so pretty...

(She traces her fingers light across Beverly's back, watching the way the glitter catches the light.)

[dancingmd]

(Beverly shivers under Lucretia's touch.)

That tickles!

[scholiast]

Hmm?

(She's feigning ignorance, because it's much more fun to keep writing words across Beverly's back with her index finger instead.)

[dancingmd]

(Beverly gives a resigned sigh. Even if it still tickles, it does feel kind of nice, so she'll allow it for now.)

Did you have fun?

[scholiast]

(Eventually, she tires of writing secrets into the glitter, and lathers up her washcloth again to work at another paint spatter on Beverly's shoulder blade.)

I did. (She's smiling now, content.) You?

[dancingmd]

(Beverly closes her eyes, relaxing into the soothing movements of being washed.)

Yes! I'd never played anything like that before - or well, not just for fun, anyway. It's different, when you're training.

[scholiast]

Yes! Though I'm starting to think I may need a little more training in the, uh, gun department?

(She hadn't been so good at that, which is why she'd resorted to mostly using her glitter bombs.

Beverly is so cute, the way she relaxes into her touch. Lucretia gives her shoulder a light kiss.) I did get Taako, though.

[dancingmd]

Good - I hope it was with the blue one! And -I'd be happy to help you! I admittedly know less about ancient guns, but phasers and boasters, definitely.

[scholiast]

It was, it–

(She dissolves into laughter suddenly, leaning back,) I got him with the blue one and he started dancing and fell out of a tree!

(She'd laughed so hard she'd immediately been found by other players, and shot thrice in quick succession. She hadn't even cared, it had been worth it.)

[dancingmd]

(What an image! Beverly can picture it perfectly and joins in Lucretia's laughter, which is infectious.)

I wish I could have seen it!

[scholiast]

Me too.

(She's still laughing helplessly, lifting a hand to cover her mouth. It had been satisfying, actually. Taako's so good at making her laugh, always has been.

Eventually she calms down, though she has to wipe her eyes.)

I don't think he was impressed.

[dancingmd]

(She shakes her head, laughing in fond amusement while she watches Lucretia try to regain some composure.)

He ought to have been!

[scholiast]

(Don't hold your breath Beverly, her composure flew out the window the moment you walked in here naked. She's overwhelmed.)

You've got one more bit of paint, hold on... (she had one job!)

[dancingmd]

(The last bit of paint is red, a small streak above her collarbone. It's enough, however, to make her a little more wreckless than usual. When Lucretia leans in to clean the spot, Beverly kisses her and let's one hand wander down to her butt, nevermind that there are people around!)

[scholiast]

(The kiss is absolutely welcome, though Lucretia just does jump a little when Beverly gropes her right out in the open in front of everybody else trying to use the baths. She laughs against her lips, amused, and tips her head to kiss her jaw.)

Did you learn this at the kink exhibition too?

[dancingmd]

Oh that I figured out all on my own!

[scholiast]

(She sniggers, and reaches back to pointedly drag Beverly's hand to her waist instead.)

Hmmm. Not here, but definitely later.

[dancingmd]

(Beverly sighs.) Party pooper!

(Except later she will be properly mortified that she did this, so this is definitely for the best. Protect her from her own dumb decisions Lucretia!!!)

[scholiast]

How did you know my middle name?

(She hands Beverly back the bath sponge and turns on her stool, arching her shoulders as she stretches.)

My turn, please.

[dancingmd]

(For a long moment, Beverly simply marvels at the curve of Lucretia's shoulders and the smoothness of her skin. The paint streaks hardly detract from the view, in fact they seem very fitting. She leans in and kisses Lucretia's neck before she begins to move the sponge in soft circles across Lucretia's back.)