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

[realists]

[ jyn flips a red one behind her without looking, trusting that cassian will catch it or simply pick it up off the ground when it lands. she packs the rest away, pocketing another glittering ball, slinging the now empty weapon over her shoulder so she can pass it off to a perimeter guard when they get close enough to the edge of game play again.

she isn't going to litter. ]

I like the blue ones, [ she mentions, pausing to listen to someone singing at the top of their lungs from a ways away. it's hilarious to her. and it definitely makes them a better target.

when she straightens up, she turns and eyes him -- eyes his back -- with a pointed look. ]

[evasives]

[he catches it easily, only dimly focused on it. it's such an easy thing to be aware of that he doesn't even think about it.] The blue and red make for the easiest targets.

[he doesn't quite cross his arms, though the look in his eyes conveys that feel. he stocks away the paintball.] It's fine right now. I have been pacing myself. [he squints at her arm, specifically the shoulder.] And you?

[realists]

Oh kriff off.

[ laughing softly, she makes a rude gesture at him with the arm in question, squaring herself up to set off again, moving off quietly and trusting cassian will follow her. ]

[evasives]

[he follows, of course, but he makes sure she can hear the very dramatic sigh in response to her laugh.]

That is not a real answer, Jyn. [he's gonna stop answering her if she keeps doing that to his concern!!!!!]

[realists]

I've stopped following you into the trees, haven't I? [ there is his answer. luckily saw taught her to fight just as well with either hand so she doesn't have much of a disadvantage. ]

It's sore and it's resting.

[evasives]

See? That wasn't so hard. [not that he's happy she's sore, but at least she was honest!! what happened to her no lies rule. it can't just apply to him!]

I think I am reaching my limit for the trees too. [look, he's double honest.]

[realists]

Good thing people are fallin' like flies then, isn't it?

[ no need to climb back up any trees when there are so few people left. ]

[evasives]

It would not be a problem even if they were not. I can still aim from the ground.

[he sort of squints at her back with vague suspicion, but brushes it off. it's easier to shoot from up high, but cassian's a good shot no matter where he is.]

[the numbers are dwindling. they can't keep being a unified front forever.]

[realists]

Yeah, but not everyone is a sniper. Now you're in range. [ someone could shoot him. not jyn of course, jyn would never. they're a team.

she does pause by a tree though, squinting as she aims up into the apparent nothingness of an open patch of the canopy. no one is there, but the hum of a drone precedes its appearance. a moment later it's veering off course after jyn's emptied a rainbow of paint balls across it.

go away drone. ]

[evasives]

I know how to maneuver myself around without being noticed. They would have shot you first, if anyone was lying in wait. [and then he would have shot them, obviously. keep narrowing that pool!]

[he squints a little, looking between jyn and the drone. he feels concerned? like he should be on guard?]

It was not going to get you.

[realists]

Habit, [ jyn comments. ] I don't like being watched.

[evasives]

[squints more.]

And what were all the other drones doing before now?

[she hadn't shot any of the others! that he noticed, at least.]

[realists]

Watching the others. [ less people in the game means more focus on the ones left. besides, she can't shoot him this close, that would be silly. she moves closer, as if to emphasize that point. ] Am I not allowed privacy anymore?

[evasives]

[his guard is suddenly raised higher than its been the ENTIRE game, but he's too stubborn to back away from her.]

I didn't say that. But it's a public televised game. It's not meant for privacy.

[realists]

Then they should have thought about the obvious flaw in their cameras before I came along.

[ pointing out the obvious, still creeping forward until she is in his personal space, looking up at him with her clear green eyes. ]

[evasives]

[warning bells. so many warning bells. but she's so close now and that's a really terrible distraction. she is doing this on purpose and he knows that, but at the same time: oh]

Which flaw is that? How easy they are to shoot?

[realists]

Exactly.

[ and speaking of easy... her gun is pointed at the ground, she can't shoot cassian from this range or this position, but her mouth twists up in a ruthless smile and, as fast as a viper, her hand lifts to smack against his jaw, glittery paint ball exploding against his cheek and jaw and neck (and jyn's gloved fingers)

she's smug, ridiculously so, when she stands on her tiptoes and whispers, ] Gotcha. [ before she stretches up to kiss his sparkly cheek, some of the glitter lingering on her own lips. ]

[evasives]

[cassian should have known this was coming. maybe he did deep down, because cassian knows how to read a room, and he knows how to read jyn. it's unfortunate since day one she keeps managing to override his logic.]

[he spits out some of the glitter that ended up in his mouth. what startles him more than being Betrayed is how she kisses him on the cheek. it makes him feel warm, despite the fact that he's now lost.]

[he steals a glance at her face, the smug glittery smile, and he huffs out a laughsigh.] I probably deserved that, but you are a menace.

[realists]

[ she feels oddly... warm, chewing on her lip as she looks at him, the glitters on his cheek sparkling in the sunlight filtering through the canopy. get it together, erso. focus on the task at hand. ]

I couldn't shoot you, [ she admits, stepping back and spreading her arms. she'd be a perfect target if he weren't already out, especially because she takes the moment to focus on pulling off her glittered gloves, tossing them to him for safe keeping while she finishes the game. no use wasting perfectly good gear when they could keep it all! ]

You should have known I fight dirty, Captain Andor. You should have taken me out ages ago.

[evasives]

[cassian lost, but he's feeling Happy. maybe it's the casual way she admits she couldn't shoot him, maybe it's the smug way she stands before him, maybe it's the stupid kiss and the stupid glitter reflecting on her lips in physical proof of affection.]

[he can't even argue. he should have taken her out ages ago, he was more than capable with plenty a clear shot, but he realizes he's in the same boat.] I would not have been able to shoot you either. Especially from the trees.

[he catches the gloves without even thinking.] One of us had to lose, I suppose. But I am not wishing you any luck.

[realists]

[ a grin brightens her expression, young and light and carefree. for not the first time she is struck with the fact that they have a chance now. they have the freedom to do stupid, childish things like run through a jungle shooting paint at each other. it floods through her in a rush, peace and something like happiness as she looks at cassian. ]

I don't need luck.

[ it wasn't lucky cover or lucky shots that got jyn this far. still grinning, she turns and darts off, calling out over her shoulder, ]

I have you!

[evasives]

[her grin is almost blinding. for two seconds, cassian just thinks about how ridiculous and how fun it is in this jungle, covered in glitter, like there's nothing else he needs to worry about except getting her to smile like that again. which should be a ridiculous thought, but right now he allows it. why shouldn't they be allowed to smile sometimes?]

[he lets out a sigh, trying to scrub some of the glitter off his face to no avail as she disappears into the trees and his stomach rolls over with her farewell.]

[i have you!]

[she does.]