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

[evasives]

[harsh, but weirdly it doesn't seem to sour the mood like it might have once upon a time. any of their stories are going to be full of dead people. they're dead themselves, it all fits in.]

We seem to know a lot of those. [the dead, obvs.] But I would still like to hear more.

[realists]

[ her shoulders lift in an idle shrug. ] What do you want to know?

[ she can't just talk at random, she needs an objective, a focus. ]

[evasives]

[you. he wants to know her but that's a very strange thing to admit, so he doesn't.]

Friends? People you knew the most? It doesn't have to be now. We should be celebrating your win.

[and it's a very public space, what if they get interrupted??]

[realists]

Maia and Codo were my friends. [ that is why she mentioned them specifically by name. they were also some of the few rebels who were around her age though she was always the youngest. ] Staven, I suppose.

I was Saw's daughter as far as they were concerned, it was hard to make friends. [ a beat. ] It did not help that Codo made me a better fighter than all of them. Grown men don't like being beaten by little girls.

[ lookin' at u, reece. shithead. ]

[evasives]

[it's nice, hearing she had friends. he assumes they are dead, if only because he and jyn are very alike in the way most of their prior personal connections are either dead or non existent. but he's glad she had friends at some point.]

I assume that means you beat them as often as possible then? [why does he sound so fond!] Friends always seem hard to come by.

[reprogramming them is clearly the best solution.]

[realists]

Of course. [ she grins, that fleeting brightness, before it flutters away like a rainbow. ]

Turned out one of them sold Saw and I out to the Imperials, but he's dead now.

[ it's harsh, even the way she says it doesn't sound like she particularly feels bad about his death. she doesn't think saw would have made it quick and painless either. reece would have suffered so saw could find out who else he told about galen erso's daughter.

that's what you fuckin' get. ]

[evasives]

[he is not surprised the guy is dead. he is not surprised jyn doesn't care. cassian can't say he would either, especially being betrayed like that. he does not even want to go down the path of thinking about how they might have died, if saw was involved.]

[he's sure plenty of people hope he's dead for all his little sell outs, but at least he (mostly) only sold out imperials.]

A bad egg from the start then. [there's a hint of a good riddance in there somewhere.]

[realists]

One way to put it. The way I was gonna say it had loads more profanity.

[ look. jyn has hated reece since she was eight, that grudge isn't going to end any time soon. even if he is dead. ]

[evasives]

Profanity you learned as a child, I am sure.

[he says it fondly. he certainly learned a lot of good ones as a Youth.]

[he holds up his cup of cocoa, to toast hers.]

To your win, I suppose.

[realists]

Of course. Profanity was part of my foreign language requirement. [ so blasé. just as blasé when she lifts her on cup, looking smug. ]

To all your help.

[evasives]

[he even leans forward, clinking it to hers, then rounds out the whole thing with a very faint eyeroll.]

You would not be here without it.