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]

Shit, you don't say.

[Ronan ducked back down. At this point, he should consider his options, the act once he came up with a solid plan. But strategy was not Ronan's strong point. Neither was aim. Too bad for him, punching was not a necessary skill in paint ball.]

How long have you even been there?

[personifications]

Oh, not long.

[ A while. It's more effective, he thinks, to watch. He's not exceptional with his limited patience, and planning is still not his strongest suit, but in a contained environment, it's a sound enough tactic when a potential slip-up isn't actually life-threatening. (He usually leaves the planning to the experts, but he'll make do when left to his own devices). ]

But the real estate's nice. Considering a house and all that.

[ He keeps aim set right on the last place he'd seen Ronan pop up. Taking a shot now would be a technical waste, but he takes it (and the miss) anyway. He loses points for accuracy, but as a warning? A different story. ]

[somnioergosum]

[Ronan kept his head down though the act took a good chunk of his willpower and a lot of frustrated expressions. His fingers almost literally twitched in his desire to get even.]

You've got some seriously questionable taste, man. It's almost as crappy as your aim.

[personifications]

Certainly wouldn't be the first time I've heard any of that.

[ But it's said with an unmistakable humour to it, not wry or deprecating; he's genuinely amused. The kid isn't wrong, of course. This is the real world, where he can't rely on hope and want and proximity. It requires more detail that he necessarily always has the capacity for. He could take the right shot with a measure of dedication and patience, but patience also doesn't get a response like a temperament-rattling bad shot does.

(The reaction is better.) ]

So what is it you're waiting for?

[somnioergosum]

You to get the fuck out of here.

[Ronan shifted his legs so he was in a better crouching position. He wanted to be ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. If he waited much longer he'd explode with energy.]

What are you waiting for?

[personifications]

Something worth shooting.

[ Which, given that he's already tried and failed here, it's a way of owning up to his own growing impatience without saying quite as much. ]

Seems we're at a bit of impasse, hm?

[somnioergosum]

Not if you come out so I can put you out of your misery. Couple of paintballs right between the eyes. It'll be over before you know it.

[Well now he's just trying to be an asshole.]