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

[ohhmrburnsides]

[Magnus doesn't need to be asked twice to take a seat on a comfy couch. He jumps over the back and plops into the cushions. ... Nobody's gonna want to sit in that spot until the glitter fades away.]

Thanks! It's always so cool in the movies that I had to try it out. [He knows the music in the movies isn't really there... probably...]

And thanks for helpin' me get that Ruffboi™ branding out there. I'm trying to make it a thing.

[franciscoramon]

Remind me to show you The Emperor's New Groove.

[ But Cisco does honestly and beyond the slight teasing love that Magnus had done his own theme music. Cisco had been cheering on all his friends as he did the commentary, and it had been a treat to actually get to watch Magnus in action a little. His tendency to rush in was what had gotten him in trouble in the end, but he'd pulled off some truly sick stunts before that happened. ]

Yeah? What level of brand are we talking. You just want it to be an alias or are you thinking merch? 'Cause I'm pretty sure I still remember how to silk screen t-shirts. Though I bet Taako or Lup could whip up that kind of thing in about 2 seconds with a spell...

[ And then, because Magnus is his friend, and that means Cisco is contractually obligated to give him a hard time, he leans in, eyebrows raising as he asks: ]

So, is Sif pissed?

[ohhmrburnsides]

You got it! And merch would be awesome. Team Ruffboi—to match my jersey!

[He's so proud of his Ruffboi thing until Cisco reminds him of his encounter with Sif. He shrinks.]

Uh. Uh, yeah, I think she's pretty pissed. [Nervous laughter.] I should probably apologize to her later... Or like avoid her at all costs and pretend I don't exist so I don't bother her ever again.

[Asgardians can be scary sometimes.]

[franciscoramon]

I'm thinking we start with muscle tees and go from there.

[ Awww, Magnus. Cisco laughs softly, but he feels a little bit guilty seeing his brawny friend folding in on himself like that. It was a mistake anyone could have made, and it's just a part of his charm, that he's so gung-ho that he ended up hitting someone who wasn't even participating. ]

Okay, okay, I see your point. Both absolutely valid strategies.

[ He leans over, bumping his shoulder into Magnus's, a little gesture of comfort. Magnus really shouldn't be worrying about it so much, after all. He hadn't meant any harm, hadn't done any harm. ]

I'ma say go the apology route. It was an honest mistake, she had to know it was a possibility, helping out with this thing. If she was scared of a little paint she should've stayed in here with the nerds.

[ Cisco had had to apologize to Angela for trying to set her up on a date with Magnus; he'd gotten through it unscathed, if a bit rattled. This is hardly an offense, comparatively. Besides, who could stay mad at Magnus? Honestly? She would have to be a monster, and Sif hadn't seemed like a monster when Cisco met her. ]

[ohhmrburnsides]

[The shoulder bump brings a little smile back to Magnus's face. He's not afraid of Sif so much as he is embarrassed to have hit her by mistake—he's got kind of a guilt complex for that kind of thing. But Cisco's a great guy, so if he thinks it's not a big deal, it's probably not a big deal.

(Though he very much is afraid of Sif. She could punch his lights out.)]

Yeah, I'm sure she knew what she was getting into. And the blue paintball I hit her with probably made her seem scarier than she really is...

[He chuckles at that. Thinking back, a very serious Asgardian perimeter guard getting all song-and-dance on him is actually kind of funny, even if he was very intimidated at the time.]

I'll find later and apologize. Maybe I'll bring her an apology cupcake. Nobody can stay mad at you when you bring them a Lupcake.