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

[dancingmd]

(For a long moment, Beverly simply marvels at the curve of Lucretia's shoulders and the smoothness of her skin. The paint streaks hardly detract from the view, in fact they seem very fitting. She leans in and kisses Lucretia's neck before she begins to move the sponge in soft circles across Lucretia's back.)

[scholiast]

(Lucretia sighs and relaxes into her touch, closing her eyes. She's never had her back washed by somebody else before but she likes it immensely; it's intimate, soothing. Always good to have Beverly close to her, too.)

Should we take a bath after this?

eee that icon!!!!!

[dancingmd]

In the hot springs? Sure - I can't say when's the last time I went to one!

♥️♥️♥️ i had to!!!

[scholiast]

Yeah. I haven't been in one for ages; not since... hmm.

(Now she's just silently reminiscing, a faint smile on her lips.)

[dancingmd]

(Beverly nudges her with her sponge.)

Since...?

[scholiast]

It was around the fortieth cycle, (she provides, gesturing with both hands as she tries to remember.) Maybe... forty-seventh? Eighth? It doesn't matter.

There was a lot of geothermal activity there, lots of springs. I found one in particular that I'm fairly sure nobody else knew about, and I went there a lot by myself, just to soak. It was nice.

[dancingmd]

Sounds lovely!

(She dips her sponge low on Lucretia's back before skirting up her side to her arm.)

[scholiast]

(She shifts a little in place, a soft chuckle bubbling up when Beverly runs the sponge up her side. Tickly.)

It was. Every so often we'd find– uh, little pockets of time like that. They got pretty few and far between after a while though.

[dancingmd]

Because you'd already found most of them or...?

[scholiast]

(She shakes her head.)

The Hunger got better at hunting us with every cycle we completed. At the start of our mission we had a full year to find the light of creation on every new planet we visited. The closer we got to closing the century, we were down to days.

(And even on years they secured the light, they'd spent the rest of it exhaustively researching how to put the Hunger away for good.) It was... a stessful time.

[dancingmd]

(For a moment, Beverly stops scrubbing.)

I can only imagine.

[scholiast]

Don't, if you can help it.

(She rubs her shoulder idly, head tipping to the side.) It's fine. We still made it, right 'till the end.

[dancingmd]

I won't.

(Translation: she'll do her best, at least. She scrubs a few more spots then stops and announces:)

All done on this side!

[scholiast]

(She turns back around on her stool to face Beverly again, smiling.)

Thanks. All clean?

[dancingmd]

(She gives Lucretia a beatific smile and kisses her nose.)

All clean!

(Except for her thoughts, that is.)

[scholiast]

(ooh bev!)

Good, I want to soak. (Lucretia does love a good bath. Very good for thinking, baths.

She stands and stretches lazily, arms up over her head. Maybe on purpose, maybe not.) Coming?

[dancingmd]

(On purpose or not, the effect is the same: Beverly is staring, mesmerized for a moment.)

Mmm? Oh! Yes!

[scholiast]

(the answer: it was)

C'mon, then. (She offers a hand to help her to her feet, eyes bright, clearly revelling in the attention.)

Let me give you that back massage you've been silently after.

[dancingmd]

(Beverly accepts her hand and moves gracefully to her feet, her long legs shimmering and sparkling with the glitter. It seems the scrubbing did nothing but make sure the glitter was more evenly distributed everywhere on her body. While she's enjoying the effect for now, she hopes it's not too permanent.)

That sounds wonderful~