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

[somnioergosum]

[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.]

[oldladyleia]

[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.]

[somnioergosum]

[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.]

[oldladyleia]

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!

[somnioergosum]

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!

[oldladyleia]

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.

[somnioergosum]

[Ronan checks to make sure the paint he's firing is blue.]

We'll see who sings now.

[You know what-- Ronan decides he should really just not open his mouth anymore. This is getting to be beyond embarrassing. It's time to put up or shut up.

He springs back into view and fires at Leia.]