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

[ Consider his interest immediately piqued. He'll have to remember to wonder about that question-dodge later. ]

Really?

It's like this whole thing, I guess?

[Guess who ran away from home as a preteen and really doesn't know that much about elf culture]

When ya turn one hundred it's like full adulthood, even if we mature or whatever at the same rate humans do. It's kinda wanky.

Huh.

[ Ever-ready to file elves off as another one of those super long-lived alien species. He doesn't know what wanky means, but he gets the vibe, he thinks. He takes another drink of hot chocolate, thoughtful. As thoughtful as a person can look when they have to immediately wipe some marshmallow off of their face, anyway, this thing seriously is decked out. ]

I picked Finn. Not because of a whole-- thing. Just sort of happened. [ Shrug. Although. ] You knew what you wanted a while before it went official, right? Seems like something most people wouldn't decide on the day of.

[ If elves mature at the same rate as humans and all. Finn's pretty sure under those circumstances and knowing he'd get to pick one ahead of time, he'd have his mind set on something by like... twenty. He'd be ride or die for it really early on. He has no chill like that. ]

Me and Lup didn't uh, really grow up with elves.

[Still not an answer! He's very loose with certain information and very cagey with other pieces of it, for literally no reason.]

Is Finn a new thing?

[There's a lot of questions he could ask, but his first thought about why people would pick a name (and be that mixture of proud/defensive of it) is something like Lup's situation, so he won't push too hard.]

[ That's weirdly relatable, in hard ways for Finn to pin down. Not just the caginess, which is always relatable. There are a lot of specifics that Finn tries to keep tight control over people finding out.

But the idea of... being on the outside of something you're technically a part of. For whatever reasons. He knows that intimately. ]

Pretty new. Got it about... a day before I got here.

[ The name and the person, he guesses. He tips his head a little to the side. ]

Sort of glad the portal didn't pick me up before then. I don't think I needed anyone suggesting Finbar.

That's pretty fucking new.

[He's still curious, but decides to go for a joke instead of pushing for information that he doesn't have any right to.]

If you were taking suggestions I could've gone for something way better than Finbar.

[ Pffff, he doesn't know if he actually takes that seriously. ]

I don't know. How could it possibly get better than Finbar.

[Taako, who has been considering this since the conversation started, idly taps a finger against the side of his jaw as though he needs more time.]

You could go something a little longer, Normous for a last name, and Dixie would suit as a first.

[hm

bad]

[ Where does Taako come up with this stuff? Is it made up? Then again, Finn lives in a universe where a dude is named Han Solo, and that's wild enough. Flatly: ]

Dixie Normous.

[ He takes another drink.

He thinks it's lame, and it's absolutely not fucking setting in yet. If he ends up having to text Taako at 3AM to belatedly tell him to Stop Everything Ever bc he finally got it, I swear to god he'll do it. ]

Right.

[Taako has been through a lot of difficult situations in his life, but none of them compare to trying to keep his composure while Finn repeats the name completely oblivious. He sort of chokes a little, but covers it with a cough.]

There's no accounting for taste.

[ Sometimes restraint is the ultimate power move. Finn can testify. ]

Shouldn't you always be accounting for taste?

[ on taako's phone, in the early morning hours, just the message I'm going to kill you. Arguably the most important sentiment in any burgeoning friendship. ]

[It'll be the best day of his life.]

There's no accounting for other people's taste.

[Taako grins, amused at his own private joke, before his gaze flicks away from Finn to something across the room.]

On that note, darling, I just spotted my very handsome boyfriend, so I'm gonna let you get back to the party.

[ This is a good day. He's had fun, he's met some new people, nobody's dead or close to dead. No horrible bombshells have dropped out of nowhere. It's not often Finn gets to a point of feeling... at ease? That's probably the best way to put it.

(Tomorrow's gonna suck for him but thanks to paintball at least he got this nice stuff first. Shoutout to the paintball gods.)

And he guesses he's gained some Taako-related knowledge, too. Not a lot. Enough to hit the ballpark of starting to get to know a person. That's probably good. ]

Yeah. See you around. Thanks for the drink.

[In typical Taako fashion, he leans in to press a quick, light kiss to Finn's cheek, before stepping back.]

See ya soon.

[And then he's off to find Rin.]

Player Plot: Paint Ball Battle

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