riverviewlogs | 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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Lauren turned at the voice, it was pretty obvious she'd gotten her mark. Her own gun was at her side, her empty hand seemed more at the ready at the moment. There weren't any shields in the air anymore, but Lauren was ready to make more at a moment's notice.

Guess he didn't expect someone to defend themselves like she did. She was smirking, waiting for his next move.

"That all you got?"

Nope, he had not been expecting that and he was definitely sporting red paint now. Probably made him a bit easier to see. It's a little hard to hide red in the middle of the forest... well harder than others.

But now he has this overwhelming feeling confidence. Lucky shot, of course he could take her out this time!

"So yeah, you want to see what I can do?"

Real smart, Lyle, letting her know where you are. Then again he's clearly not thinking rationally anymore. Too bad she really can't see the fact that he's actually loading one of the glitter bombs. This time it will be different!

While having a bit of red on him helped, the talking was really what was giving Lauren a place to focus. "So far I'm unimpressed."

She's guessing he's stalling, either to attempt some sort of diversion before his attack, or changing his ammunition to help expedite the game. Since you need three colors to out someone. Maybe he didn't notice she avoided his shots? Either way, she's ready.

All a matter of who makes the first move.

Yeah really... this wasn't going to be his best showing. He did at least not immediately say something stupid or fire at her. He was going to silent at this point, at least for a few moments. Once he had that glitter bomb loaded in the gun, he did move to a different location, hopefully away from where she thought he would be.

Also even though he was being quiet, he wasn't exactly trained in stealth so he was likely making just enough noise that she'd have an idea of where he was.

She hadn't adjusted where she was looking, but she'd been taught by some pretty badass people how to stay aware. His movements let her track his general location, enough to know where to throw her shields when he does fire again. She followed with her eyes, without moving her head more than she needed to. Ignoring the other sounds of the game unless they were too close for comfort.

She's pretty good at improvising, she's been doing a lot of that since her powers were outed at home. Of course, she can't trash talk him, her own words would drown out the sounds of him moving. So it was a game of wait and see.

She would get the chance to trash talk him soon because when he had made his moved, he had paused again. First of all, he had to line up his shot again and two he was trying to throw her off. Yeah, logically thinking wasn't quite right at the moment thanks to that red paint ball.

She's got a general sense of where he is, and she knows what the red does. He isn't making noise, so she might as well make him screw up. "What? Not saying goodbye?"

Yep, screw up he does.

"Of course I'm not leaving yet. Why would you ever think that?"

This was more of challenge anyway, as he leveled his gun at her. He still hadn't fired yet so she still more of chance to mess him up more.

There's the faintest hint of a smile, on her face as he speaks out. Maybe she should start using red ammo more. She knows pretty well exactly where her shields have to go up and she has that spot in her periphery. Ready to strike when he is.

"I thought you might want to, one of us about to leave, right?"

Yeah, maybe she should because she's making a professional sniper forget himself. He's definitely not going to live this one down if any of his team finds out how terrible he did at this. So yes, please, make this more humiliating.

"Oh yeah? You think so?"

And that's when he does it, fires the glitter bomb.

Her response... was to drop her gun. In a shootout that's very rarely the right call. Disarming herself. However a shield like she was planning needed both hands to work. She threw her hands forward, a field of discs forming, curved to shape the explosion from the glitterbomb.

Towards Lyle's face.

And the shield was close enough he'd have a hard time getting out of the way, "Yeah, yeah I think so."

Lyle didn't even really see it happen, but he definitely saw the glitter bomb explode in mid-air, funneled right back at him. Yeah, no time to react, no time to dodge.

So Lyle got covered in a whole lot of glitter, cover his face and getting in his hair. Boy... this was going to be a mess for a while.

"Crap!" He said this as he dropped his own gun, trying to wipe some of it off.

And he was dead. Utterly and thoroughly... dead.

Lauren picked up her gun and dusted it off once she was sure her shield held and the glitter went in one direction. Not hers.

This was where you say something pithy and bragging, about how cool you are? That's how her brother was with his video games, it should work here. She takes a few steps toward him, looks at him...

And just doubles over laughing. Cause his face. Covered in glitter. It's just too good.

And of course Lyle was still trying to get some of the glitter off (even if it wasn't going to work) when she came over and of course started laughing. Give him a few minutes and he may find this funny too, but for the moment...

"Yeah, yeah, you got me."

She finally calms down for a few seconds, only for him to talk, and she started laughing again.

"You got you, I never shot you." What, all his wounds in the game were self inflicted. It takes a few more moments and she manages to stop laughing. But then she looked at him. And the smile wasn't going away.

There's silence on Lyle's part as he processes this part of it. She hadn't even fired at him and yet she had killed him. So he had essentially shot himself.

Okay... that was actually kind of funny. Man, good call on her part. After a moment, a grin slowly crosses his face.

"Well, if you can't take anyone else out..."

Player Plot: Paint Ball Battle

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