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

[franciscoramon]

[ Cisco feels a brief flicker of envy when she says she can control her powers. That is lucky. He's getting closer to being able to control his, a little, but he still has a ways to go, and it hasn't been easy for him. Still, she's only a kid. He's glad, that she has the comfort of being in control, at least. ]

Are there a lot of mutants who look different? Where I'm from, all the people with powers - we call 'em metas, not mutants - look the same as anybody else. You'd never know if you were talking to one or not, just by looking.

[ For example: himself. But he isn't about to say that. He's not quite at the "tell random strangers" stage of accepting his powers. Getting closer to it, maybe, but not yet. ]

Naw, not really my scene. I was doing the commentary. Kind of supposed to still be doing it, but I needed a break.

[ And, well, he tries to avoid giving too much unsolicited advice to strangers, but he can't help mentioning: ]

You know there's probably loads of people here you could practice with. Get a solid training montage going.

[igotusout]

It's fairly common as a secondary mutation. Skin markings, hair or eye colors, things like that. They look pretty cool, there's a girl with blue markings on her that look really pretty.

*A shame she's probably been picked on by everyone she's ever met for them.*

That's got to make people a bit paranoid, anyone could have 'dangerous powers' and you can't even tell? My world goes nuts about us with actual signs to see who has powers.

*Not that all mutants had powers strong enough to be a threat, most were fairly harmless on their own. Lauren and her brother were fairly obvious exceptions to this. Which is why they needed her at home.*

Part of my hopes being on the Guard. Working on what I can do, push myself. I did have to build a ramp for an eighteen wheeler before, back home. That was... terrifying, actually.

*She's only bragging a little, but it was impressive.*

[franciscoramon]

You'd think that, but it kinda doesn't? I mean, sure, there's a couple blowhards talking about metahumans being dangerous, but they're typically the fluoride-in-the-water, tinfoil hat types.

[ Cisco's had various theories about why that is, and how it might change in the future, but to talk about it any more seems tacky considering from the sound of it this girl come from a pretty hellish world. It would just seem like bragging, to talk about how comparatively humane things are where he comes from. ]

Hey, I'm sure you'll get the hang of it. And I'm sure working with the Guard is gonna help - especially if you make yourself a bitchin' playlist.

[ His advice is very practical, okay. ]

[igotusout]

Huh.

*Sadly, disbelief is where her mind goes before hope, or envy. Before she was a mutant, she didn't hate mutants. She just feared them. Not... individuals, the kids at her school that were deemed safe for the community were just kinda pathetic and transferred out due to the bullying pretty fast.*

*At the same time, she was barely a teenager, and feared alley cats brought bad luck, and that bats always carried diseases. So she didn't really carry any guilt on her past views.*

Right, I get to actually have music again. First thing that happened when we went on the run was I had to stomp my phone. I'm guessing I'd need to make a new spotify account here...