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

[He probably did look slightly off, planting himself before the man like he owned that particular path to the showers, but as long as Pierce kept up his mild response, Steve didn't make a move to look aggressive. It could be considered a harmless, if slightly tense, conversation after an intense game. The blond didn't raise his voice, but then, he didn't need to.]

It was impressive, what you did out there. I'm not just talking about the victory.

[The compliment stands, but so does his posture.]

What I want is the same here as it would be anywhere else. I want to know that the people in this city are safe. We've got a relatively good handle on the monsters in the region. I don't want any surprises. When something's not clear to me, it makes me wonder if there's going to be a problem down the road.

[He let the weight carry, then dropped his arms to offer a hand.]

Congratulations on getting second place. You had an interesting play.

[Planting himself like a tree and making it very clear that if he wanted to move passed that he would have to go around. There was no need for that, of course, because there was time and opportunity to understand how much Steve might actually know about him. One thing that seemed constant with Steve Rogers was acute honesty in the face of anything or anyone HYDRA.]

Then what are you talking about, exactly?

[Ah, they appeared to be getting to some of the meat of the matter, which caused his head to tilt slightly. He squinted as if trying to recall if he had done anything that might put the population at risk. He volunteered with the fencing project; he offered resources to Mr. Stark for improvements to projects that would benefit all; Prometheus was moving up its standards to set about projects that would keep the people here safe.

He smiled again, watching Steve with a continual air of authority all his own. For all his kind exterior, he wasn't about to be pushed around by anyone. No one.]

Then it seems that our goals on that matter are aligned. I want only the safety and productivity of the people who are in the same position that I am. If I have a problem, I will be certain to let you know, shall I? And you can do the same with me. Teamwork requires essential communication, don't you agree?

[He took Steve's hand without an ounce of hesitation, giving it a shake.]

The long game is where I perform best. Paintball is no exception.

You're talented. There's no question that it takes a level of skill to turn a game around like that. Like you said, there were some pretty big challenges out there. Some of your competition had abilities I'd be nervous to be up against.

[The unshakable smile Pierce fixed on him was unnerving, but Steve met it with an even look, sizing the man up like he expected to be able to look right through him and read his thoughts. His grip tightened as soon as Pierce took his hand, locking firmly in place. It wasn't tight enough to hurt, but the pressure was enough to indicate that if he chose to, Steve could always hold on.]

Hopefully you won't treat everything the same way you treat your game. There were a lot of people out there with you. They're still part of our team.

Why would you be nervous? You're Captain America; against all odds, you triumph, restore justice, and play as hard as anyone else with abilities that are out of this world. Besides, being nervous is natural, but one must overcome those feelings to promote success.

[He went into the hand shake fully aware that Steve could break it off, and he had no fear of that. For him, they were two men exchanging a handshake and he responded with his best only. His grip was firm, showing strength of character as his father would say. One could always know a man by their handshake.]

A team is only as good as it's weakest member. However, a good leader takes them all and shows them the strength of possibility.

[It was certainly strange, taking the hand of a man he knew would likely shoot him in the back given a good chance. Pierce didn't seem concerned at all by Steve's presence, which just bothered the blond even more. The chance that Pierce was not the threat he was told about still hung in the back of his mind. He wanted to give everyone a chance, but the competition spoke for itself. There was something to be wary of.]

It's reckless not to be nervous against strong odds. I know what I can do and I'm not afraid to do it, but I'm not stupid. Neither are you based on your performance out there. Planning on the next run too?

[He was almost cordial as he let go. If Steve weren't keeping his eyes locked on Pierce, he would be friendly. At a casual glance, at least, he seemed nice enough.]

You showed some good teamwork out there. More people could use that sort of hand.

[If only it were used for good.]

[He liked to think that many of the great tacticians of the world could do as he had done, though likely better given that they were younger of body. He had been far more afraid when he had been a much younger man in the jungles of Vietnam, men dying all around him and the stories of enemies everywhere in every village. This was little more than a game of skill.]

I don't believe I'll be taking another run quite like this in future; my age keeps me from recovering quite as quickly as it used to. However, in order to set a good example, we must use everything we are to achieve better results. Besides, I didn't want my team to be underestimated in future.

[He dropped his hand back to his side and shifted in his equipment, not at all bothered by being kept from the celebrations and the like. Captain Rogers was far more pleasant company in his mind.]

There is no 'I' in team, Captain... unless of course you capitalize. I don't personally enjoy the effects of capitalism so I keep everything lower case where possible.

[He was surprised by the man's eloquence. Not that he considered Pierce trustworthy by any means, but he was making good sense, giving good answers, and Steve as always was a person who judged what was in front of him. He was far more inclined to take a direct challenge to see a person's true nature rather than dwell on hypothetical chances, and getting to talk to Pierce after seeing him in action spoke at least to some of his character. It was something to consider at the very least.]

Of course. And it looks like you got your point across. I doubt anyone will be underestimating you or your team after that performance.

[Including himself. That was enough to make Steve take heed of Pierce's presence.]

[Convincing people to see his point of view was why he had made it so high in the levels of government, why he had been able to maintain a friendship with the shrewd and paranoid Fury, and how he had put the secretive society of HYDRA on the final push towards success. This entire scene and beyond it was no different from the way that he drew breath.]

So it would seem, yes. I would have liked it better if my team had been both first and second place, but that will come in another time.

Maybe. Or maybe the other teams will improve their chances too.

[He settled into the wary calm of combat, taking in Pierce's reactions even though his chest was tight and his body was almost itching to react. At that point they were just talking, just meeting each other after a game. Steve still didn't know what exactly he was dealing with. All he knew was that what he saw in the arena was potentially very dangerous.]

I guess we'll just have to see in the next game. Maybe I'll join in then.

Player Plot: Paint Ball Battle

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