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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.

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The Game.

[Leia was used to having her age being used against her. She knew that most of the people in the paintball game who hadn't heard the stories of her from Poe Dameron weren't expecting much from her. That suited the general fine, because when people underestimated her, she was good at showing them they were wrong to do it.

That was one of the reasons that she had teamed up with some of the other people in her age set. The three of them were military leaders, and they knew how to play the game which was to treat it like it was more than a game. And she was good at it. So, she took out a few people. And at least one redheaded girl had ended up falling out of a tree even if she hadn't fallen to Leia's paintball.

Leia had made it nearly to the end before she had stepped in front of that glitter ball to save Alexander and made sure that he took it to the finals.]

The Hot Springs.

[Leia Organa had seen a fair amount of glitter before. She was a princess after all, and there were times when her grooming droid had seen fit to apply more than a casual amount of it to her skin. However, what Leia had never seen before was glitter that completely refused to move. She was showered liberally with it on one side of her face, and much of her matching arm where she had lifted it to protect her eyes. It seemed almost like a mask on her face (and arm, and shoulder and back) and Leia gripped the scrubber tighter before she hissed softly:]

Have you ever seen glitter that refused to come off this badly?

[If it didn't come off soon, Leia was going to really be unhappy.]

The Lounge

[So, the glitter hasn't come off. Leia is practically glowing like a disco ball. At this point the only way to deal with something like this is with a rather large drink in hand. Not the most healthy of coping mechanisms, but one that has the basis in history. After all, she was married to Han Solo for quite a large period of time, it makes sense that she should have picked up at least some of his habits.

Plus that whole politician thing as well. That didn't help matters.

Despite the glitter, however, Leia is amused and invigorated by the paintball match, so she's got a rather large grin on her face as she sits back in a chair. Every so often, she'll nod at someone and add:]

You did good.

[Ronan's never played paintball before, but he knows how to use a gun and he grew up with two brothers. It can't be that difficult. And his opponents are old people? Please. He's almost embarrassed to shoot one. Still, a game's a game.

Pressed flat against a tree, hidden behind branches, leaves, he takes aim at some elderly woman. He's been patient for this long. He won't blow it now by--]

Hey, grandma! Eat shit.

[Nope. He's absolutely going to blow it by mouthing off as he fires blue paint at her.

[Maybe if he hadn't called out, he might have hit her, but he did so Leia Organa did what she had always done in combat situations: she dodged one way and fired back twice with the other. She didn't know what color paint she had in the chambers, but both balls were headed in his direction.

She may be old enough to be his grandmother, but she still kick his ass.]

[His grin freezes when Leia dodges. Then, when she aims at him, he scrambles for cover. He's quick enough to miss one, but the second hits his arm.

Ronan swears when he sees the blue paint. There's a certain way he swears, hypnotic and creative, but he never actually sang it before. He does now. It's a clear, beautiful note.]

Fuuuuuuck.

[His eyes widen in something like horror.]

No fucking way! That's below the belt.

[He ducks his head around the tree and glares at Leia. There's no way he can look intimidating after revealing just how good a singer he is.]

[Well, that's something that Leia Organa can say that she's never witnessed in her long life: a person singing a swear. It makes her grin almost without realizing it, and if they weren't in the middle of a game, she might actually applaud. Of course, she's too well trained in battle to even think about doing that, so instead she just smirks at him where he is behind the tree.]

Didn't anyone ever tell you not to judge people by how they look, kid? It's a sure way to be surprised in an unpleasant way.

[And then she quickly scanned to make certain she had a different color ready to go and fired at him again.]

[Ronan moves back behind the tree again. He scans the environment, trying to find somewhere else he can hide. If his legs will stop twitching and cooperate, he can make a break for it.]

Aren't you geriatrics supposed to have arthritis?

[He's snappish and accusing, as if it's a personal failing of Leia's that she doesn't have poor health. And, of course, he's still singing. His subconscious has chosen one of those Irish folk songs he once used to warm up his voice. He clamps his hand over his mouth and glares at nothing in particular.]

Aren't you younglings supposed to have better aim?

[Leia counters quickly, and she lets out a little laugh, because damn that singing. How can you not love that singing? It's honestly the best part of the game so far for her.

So how can she not comment on it?]

Also aren't you not supposed to be serenading the competition? Honestly, it's like you want to get shot again!

If you didn't want to hear me sing you shouldn't've fucking shot me.

[That last part he meant to yell. Instead he belts it out in an operatic manner.]

What the fuck's a youngling anyway! Do I look like a toddler!

I wouldn't have shot you if you hadn't called attention to yourself!

[Leia retorted quickly and with a shake of her head.]

And yes you do look like a toddler. Stop showing off and do something.

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somnioergosum - 2018-02-20 01:13 (UTC) - Expand

[Eleven doesn't think that she did good. The game was loud and chaotic and she did terribly because she was overwhelmed. But she tried her best, and she guesses that's what counts. Too bad trying her best doesn't get glitter off. She's still trying to use a towel to get any out of her hair. Thankfully, it's short enough that it's not going to be too hard to scrub later.

She's attempting to find a place in the lounge that she can work on de-glittering herself while also being as unnoticeable as possible. She ends up hidden away in a corner right near where Leia is sitting. When she's spoken to, it takes her by surprise and she looks a little awestruck as she points at herself in question.]

Did good?

[Did she really do good? That puts a smile on her face.]

Yeah. You did good.

[Leia smiled to the girl, and then she pointed to the glitter on her face and arm with a little chuckle.]

But even good doesn't get the glitter off, I'm afraid. I think it's going to be on there for quite some time.

[And then Leia just leaned forward, and touched her own hair for a moment, her eyes on Eleven's.]

But it definitely looks better on you than it does on me.

Thank you, (Lucretia says, and can't help grinning back. It had been more fun than she had been expecting; a nice surprise.)

Not bad for somebody who hasn't shot a gun before.

(Leia may notice she isn't quite so glittery! Thankfully she'd been taken out by paint before anybody could get her. She jokingly pretends to shield her eyes from Leia's sparkle.) I see somebody got you unawares. Stubborn, isn't it?

Then you definitely did well for someone who didn't shoot a gun before.

[that was one thing that Leia liked about being here: that not everyone had come from a war zone. It reminded her that there were places that always weren't one.

The glitter makes her rub at her face once more and she sighs.]

Only unaware as much that I didn't realize the damn stuff wouldn't wash off!

(She can't help laughing, though she does at least look sympathetic.)

I don't think any of us knew. They helpfully omitted that particular bit of information.

It... it isn't that noticeable.

(now she's just being kind)

Yeah, and I'm just a little bit short. [Leia knew the other woman was just being kind but that didn't matter, not really. She accepted the gesture with laughter and grace and was more amused by it and the glitter than anything else.]

I'm sure the town council is going to love meeting me for the first time with this on my face.

[if having it on there meant that Leia was going to need to be more gruff than normal? Well, she was up to the challenge.]

But hey, it might get them to underestimate me more than a little bit.

(Kind of her in turn, to accept the gesture. Her laughter makes Lucretia crack a tiny smile.)

Oh, have you arrived recently? I promise living here isn't quite so... uh, like this. (She gestures at Leia, and her glitter.) Not all of the time, anyway.

(What a tumultuous time to start living here. Quarantine's always felt a bit like that, though. Full on. There's always something happening. Lucretia shrugs a shoulder.)

You look like somebody one might regret underestimating.

Yes. Right before this actually. I wouldn't mind if there was more things like this as long as there was time for work too.

[not that Leia was... no it was exactly that Leia Organa was a workaholic sometimes. She couldn't help but not be when she channeled her pain into the work she considered important.

At the thought of people underestimating her, Leia just smiled.]

Oh they might have once. They don't any longer. At least not back home.

Don't worry, there's plenty of time to work, believe me.

(You're talking to somebody who spends most of her time buried in work of her own creation at Gramarye, Leia.) Where are you working here?

(She has a pretty formal air about her, and yet, she's approachable. Easy to talk to. Lucretia could see her as a diplomat, perhaps.)

And where is home? If you don't mind my asking.

I'm going to be representing the interests of the guard to the Council. Lobbying for their budget and so on so forth.

[So the other woman was quite right about the diplomacy assumption! Leia would be a bit impressed, but she gives the woman a sad smile at the question of her home.]

A galaxy far far away from here, sadly.

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scholiast - 2018-02-15 10:50 (UTC) - Expand

[If it were not for timely sacrifices of Leia and Amilyn, Alexander doubted that he would have come in as close to the top as he had. They were combat ready and worthy women of the titles that they held, and he had been proud to serve with them. It simply went to show that judging people based on their age was a serious mistake.

His own glitter was more subdued thanks to the fact that he had lived most of the event in the dirt. When he had finally been hit, he had been caked with the stuff, but it made his strawberry blond hair shine and his skin seemed to have a sparkle shine that gave the blush of health.

He moved to join her when she chose a seat, easing down next to her and raising his glass to her.]

We did well, you mean. Second place is a team success, not an individual one.

[Leia raised her glass to his with a little bit of a smirk and she reached over and tapped the side of it to his own glass. She was amused by the fact that they had made it so far and by the fact that his glitter looked so much better than her own.

There was something about that that wasn't fair really.

But for now, Leia just focused on the fact that the three of them had combined powers for them to come in second and she laughed softly.]

No shame losing to a kid rebel, I think. She's a good shot. If nothing else, I think that some of the kids will be looking at us a lot differently. Whether that's good or bad I can't tell yet.

[It was good to find someone his own age that had an equal of life experience to a degree, even if he still had more than his share of years on Leia. There weren't many people who would partake in such contests and think that they wouldn't be eliminated immediately. It helped that Leia seemed to have an odd sixth sense where enemies were in the games, and their combined tactical might had been impressive to say the least.

He nodded his head in agreement, not at all upset that he had lost in the end. It had been a good time but also a good show of what some of the population was capable of when it wasn't real bullets.]

Oh, I agree with you completely. In general, people see our age, not our experience. I think we will have earned more respect.

[He smiled and took a sip.]

Of course, we all have to live with the glitter effects.

[if there was one thing that Leia Organa was no longer used to, it was being underestimated. Back home, an entire generation had known her as either a hero or a villain depending upon their perspective, but here only the people who had heard about her from Poe had been aware of just how capable she was.

And she was betting that Poe had undersold the Force as part of her capabilities which had no doubt helped her during the tournament. She pushed that thought away when he mentioned both of them wearing glitter and Leia just let out a bubble of laughter.]

Well, some of us wear it better than others. You just look sun-kissed. I look like I fell asleep at a party in an underground concert.

[Like Leia, Pierce was used to having a certain amount of clout in the social circles that he moved through. This was very much a case of starting to rebuild from the ground up and some people were already clearly bias against his want for success. If anything, it would only push him to try harder, to make something of himself that no one could deny.

He smirked and tipped his head back to catch the light some, letting it show off his more subdued glitter. He thought it all rather good fun.]

A vacation will do that, glitter or no. You look like you were assaulted by five years armed with glue sticks.

[For the moment, Leia was content to take a slower pace with dealing with earning the respect of her peers. She had time, and of course there were other things on her mind, the people from her universe of course being one of them. Especially Ben. If Ben was going to be saved, she needed to give him a fair part of her focus. Eventually, Leia knew that respect would come. After all, she was the child of Bail and Breha Organa, and eventually she'd be unable to sit on the sidelines any longer.

But for now, she just laughed once again and shook her head.]

If only the First Order could see me now. They'd laugh.

[A tiny bit of gallows humor? Yes, but just a smidge.]

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