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

[fiercestwarrior]

Guard duty

[ Sif did consider participating in the game, but in all honesty firearms have never really been her speed even if she can create as much mayhem with them as with any other weapon. It made more sense to her to take part in the effort to keep the participants safe, especially since that gave her the opportunity to potentially fight something for real.

So for the duration of the game she will patrol the perimeter, helping anyone who ends up in more trouble than they bargained for, or possibly fighting off a creature attack which she will undoubtedly claim to not need any help with but seriously do go ahead and give her a hand. She might even thank you once the dust settles.

She may feel the need to occasionally throw in some singing and dancing here and there. Thanks Magnus. ]

Wash room

[ Sif heads into the "anything goes" wash room, as she doesn't give two shits about the gender of someone she's being naked around. Nudity in general isn't really something that has much of an effect on her most of the time, so she'll just go about cleaning off the blue paint she got hit with courtesy of Magnus, as well as some dirt and blood that are both the result of having to keep dangerous creatures from attacking the game.

Since she is still sort of under the effect of the paint, she is swaying a little in place as well as humming a catchy tune while she lets the water just run over her for a while before reaching for any of the soap. ]

Lounge

[ Sif is curled up in a chair with a cup of hot chocolate, a splash of booze in there too. She's mostly facing one of the windows, looking out and seeming to be deep in thought.

Has this been an asgardian gathering she would have been in the thick of it, talking and laughing, trading stories. Surrounded by people she knows and loves.

Here it is easier to let the ambient noise just wash over her, rather than try to make herself a part of something she doesn't feel like she has a true place in just yet. A life has begun to form here, she is aware of that, but it is still a nebulous thing. Full of uncertainties and with no clear direction in sight.

She's getting used to it, but for the moment just sitting quietly still feels like the most appealing option all the same. ]

Guard Duty

[angelic_archer]

[The other guard probably doesn't need the help, but Alec also knows that it wouldn't be wise to let a creature sneak up behind someone just because they were a capable fighter. Overconfidence could get someone killed or injured. So could making assumptions about another warrior's skills.

As soon as the decision is made, Alec raises his bow, arrow ready, barely even thinking about the motions as he takes aim. The motions are too practiced for him to focus on. As soon as he lets the arrow fly, he readies and fires another, not bothering to wait to see if it hit. He assumes that his aim is true and the creature isn't immune to arrows. But just in case, he rushes forward, bow and quivering shivering out of sight as he draws a sword.]

Do normal weapons work on these things?

[fiercestwarrior]

[ Sif was aware that something was nearby and probably getting ready to attack, but Alec's arrows were what gave the actual direction of the oncoming attack away. ]

I assume so.

[ The elevated tension of the situation means that Sif's focus is mostly on the approaching beasts and not on keeping the effects of the paint she was hit with earlier under control. That means that rather than just say this to Alec, Sif's words were sung. ]

[angelic_archer]

[He's focused on the creatures that he can pick off with arrows, assuming that will deal with the ones who are at closer range. The sound of Sif singing doesn't cause him to look toward her but he wants to since he heard that dancing could also be an effect of one of the paint balls. She seemed okay before but that spell could accidentally be deadly.]

You okay? They said the spells in the paint balls were strong.

lounge mostly

[storradr]

[Like Sif, Ragnar had considered taking part in the match, but he'd never fired a gun before and the sidelines sounded like they'd be just as much fun. Finding out Sif was also on guard duty had only reinforced that assumption. He'd snuck up on her and tossed a few acorns at her from cover and had mostly just pestered her in general, always miraculously absent when paintballs were actually fired in her direction by accident. And he was definitely nowhere nearby when she got glittered.

He'd lost track of her at some point, busy with actually doing a bit of guard duty and taking a few stray paintballs. At the end of the day, he ended up with a hot cider, hair damp from the hot springs.

He settled quietly beside her, giving her a slight nudge as he did.]

So, how did you fair? You are not dyed green or blue, I see.

[fiercestwarrior]

[ Well, glitter was thankfully something that she managed to avoid, but that one shot of blue that Magnus got in on her stuck with her for long enough that she actually ended up cutting guard duty a little short because it became too difficult to remain effective whilst also fighting the urge to sing and dance.

As for Ragnar she could only assume that his objective had been to get a fight out of her, but she was not going to let some acorns distract her from the task at hand, even if it was amusing to see him acting like a little boy.

When he settled down next to her, she answered his friendly nudge by giving him a punch on the shoulder. ]

I fared well enough, no thanks to you.

[ That bit of business done with, she also leaned over to give him a brief kiss of greeting. ]

[storradr]

[There really hadn't been any end goal to his pestering, just wanting to play with her a bit. The few stolen kisses he'd managed before they'd ended up separated had, by far, been the best part of the game for him.

He gave her a feigned look of shock and pain at the punch, pouting a little as he rubbed his shoulder.] Such violence! I did nothing.

[They had the same idea apparently, both leaning in after the little exchange. It made Ragnar smile into the light kiss.] Well? You do not have any grand stories of heroism to tell me? I refuse to believe you did not rescue at least one person.

[fiercestwarrior]

[ It was this ease with which their minds could sometimes work in unison that was perhaps the biggest reason why she had chosen to let things take whatever course they wanted between them. It was easy to imagine how well they might have fared side by side on a battle field, and that was a quality she appreciated in anyone but particularly in those she allowed into her bed (and her heart). ]

You like when I am violent.

[ She gave him a look that dared him to contradict her. Had he not told her himself that the best romantic gesture she could offer was a fight? ]

I rescued no one, but I did defend the perimeter whilst compelled to sing and dance by a stray bullet.

[ It requires a small sacrifice of pride to admit it, but since it is likely to make him smile she will consider it an even trade. ]

[storradr]

Ah. So you are saying that you were teasing me? Is that it? [He hummed happily, wrapping his arms around her from the side loosely and hunching so he could rest his chin on her shoulder. He tilted his head slightly to brush a light kiss to her shoulder, smirking slightly.]

Compelled to sing and dance? I might not have volunteered to defend the perimeter today had I known of that particular danger.

You seem to have recovered. [His smile was teasing, but light.]

[fiercestwarrior]

You are the one who always teases.

[ She leaned her head to the side to rest it against his, and lifted a hand to play idly with the hair at the back of his neck. ]

I washed the paint off, the compulsions went with it.

[storradr]

[He smirks softly.] Mm. I was not asking if I was teasing. I asked if that was what you were doing. It is important. So the next time you punch me, I will know what you mean. [His smirk widened a bit, implying that he'd definitely attempt to hold this against her the next time she punched him out of annoyance.]

In the hot springs? [He visibly perked up a bit.] Are you sure you got it all off? That you soaked long enough? It would be terrible if you were sore tomorrow.

I... would not mind taking something to drink back to the pools so you would not have to soak alone. [Such a generous soul.]