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

[krasnaya_vdova]

Or maybe I just like sticking to my theme, and I'm willing to risk the handicap that comes with it?

[He was right, in a way. She liked the familiarity of the suit she'd chosen after she'd given up on the one she'd worn in the Academy. Still white, but there'd been a symbol, it had meant something, but here she's given up on all that. She keeps the red boots and the black belt, but the identity of the Red Widow didn't mean anything to anyone. Neither did Winterstorm, but it wasn't so tied up in someone else.

Bucky, maybe, but that was a special subject all on its own. But she also acknowledged that she was good enough, special enough, that it wasn't really much of a handicap. It wouldn't be unreasonable if there was one or two people that saw her and wanted to take her down a peg or two. It just wouldn't work out too well.

James had told her to stop poking him, but he'd cornered her at that dance, pushed her so her breath caught and it felt like the walls were too close. Shooting him might have been tempting, but she could never entirely sell herself on the idea. That it was the right choice. And there were pieces he had, something in between the lines that made it so she never stayed away too long.]

Don't sell yourself quite so short. Besides, I'm the one they'll shoot at here.

[peacemongering]

Grasping onto something familiar, is it?

[Pierce smiled behind his paint, taking pause in the conversation to check his ammunition and to listen for the sounds of combat in other areas of the selected jungle. He knew that they were being watched, and it seemed a shame to have a conversation when there didn't seem a need or point to actually shoot one another. This was not the battle field that they normally played in after all.

That she was here and not actually playing didn't surprise him. She could be allergic to having fun. Who knew! Or she didn't have any allies close enough to pair off with, not that he was friends with Holdo and Organa, but they had made it a mission to show what older people were capable of and those bonds knit quickly.

He was almost eager to get back to it, but he waited as he set his rifle on his knee and looked around to make certain no one was sneaking up on him.]

I'm sure you have the skill to avoid being shot. I know of your training after all. Why dally with an old man when surely you have friends to shoot?