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

[bythehand]

[ If Finn were a thumbs up guy he'd give Karen a thumbs up. He settles for a Very Serious Nod. Yeah sure she totally heard that. He's totally heard that. Solidarity.

Also. Rude, Poe. A fair sentiment but wow. He folds his arms behind his back as uniformly as one can while holding a paintball gun and kinda pulls a face. ]

I think lucky is shooting at the same time she did. There are people who just work better with their feet on the ground, you know. [ get... rekt, mister best pilot? How can it be luck when it worked out This Great. He looks back to Karen and takes belated stock of the fact that they both know Poe and Poe knows them, but he has no idea who she is. ] I'm Finn, by the way.

[paged]

[ She bites on her bottom lip in an attempt not to laugh at that nod, raising her brows in a challenging sort of way that said 'don't you make me crack at this line of questioning'. But she ends up laughing at what he says to Poe, nodding in agreement, ]

Think we did pretty good considering we're not in a cockpit.

[ Have some burn cream to go with that glitter, Poe. She then holds up her gun in belated greeting, ]

Karen. I've heard about you.

[volitaunt]

[ POE-- would be lying if he said he wasn't loving this actually. Still, he throws his hands up in surrender. ]

I'd feel bad for missing the introductions, but you shot me, so I don't.

[ HOW DARE Y'ALL SHOOT HIM IN A GAME ABOUT SHOOTING PPL??? ]

[bythehand]

Just count shooting you as part of the introduction. Now I know Karen's a good shot.

[ Which is obviously of vital importance?? Poe was doomed the minute this was set into motion. To Karen: ]

I've heard about you, too. It's all been good.

[paged]

[ She can't feel too bad about it. Not when she starts giggling again, ]

I'm sure that will change once he finds out the glitter isn't going to wash out for a few days...

[volitaunt]

A few days? [ Oh dear god. John is never going to let him hear the end of it. Neither will Cassian. Neither will--anyone he knows, honestly. FABULOUS.

This is what he gets for not reading the paintball guidelines all the way through. ]

[bythehand]

[ He thought he had himself under control, and Karen and Poe proved him wrong almost immediately. And look, okay, he can't afford to keep up this smiling and laughing racket, his face is starting to hurt.

It's too good, though. Finn presses a fist to his mouth and just like. Nods instead of giving a verbal confirmation. This is all part of his valiant attempt to forestall the Second Laughening, which does not seem to be working. I can't believe this is how he dies irl. ]