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

[tempredmental]

[Keith smirked a little.]

I guess. I still like to win, though.

[Indicating he was perfectly willing to go all out here.]

I got a few. I haven't used my glitter bomb, yet, though.

i'm sorry i'm so slow, i've been swamped with hours at work ;;

[anotheroldsoldier]

Winning's fun but I'm more interested in takin' out the people who don't deserve to win. [He snorts. It's true enough. He's aiming for the assholes, mostly, anybody trying to cheat or anybody he just doesn't like.]

Me either. Waiting for the right time. I know there's one person out here I wouldn't mind seeing covered in fuckin' glitter.

I know the feeling

[tempredmental]

[Keith shrugged a bit. It was an interesting sentiment.

But the glitter comment? He smirked.]

I can think of a few. I'm a little disappointed I only got one.

[anotheroldsoldier]

Just gotta make it count, then. [He doesn't know it, but he won't get the one he's aiming for. Pierce would deserve it, though, that douchebag.] Only use it if it'll be real satisfying.

[tempredmental]

Hm.

[Keith considered that for a moment.]

Yeah... I think that'll help me narrow it down to a shorter list.

[He chuckled a bit.]

Thanks.

[anotheroldsoldier]

You know the saying, life's too short to waste your glitter bomb. [That's not a saying. Maybe it should be. Smoothly, Bucky loads another paintball into his gun, pops up from behind the rock and fires off a shot. Some distance off, there's a loud groan, and then he ducks back behind the boulder.]

Some people are easy pickin'.

[tempredmental]

[Keith smirked. Yeah, he knew that wasn't a saying, but he appreciated the joke all the same.

And, that was impressive... He blinked at how Bucky just pulled that off, almost without looking. He smiled.]

Nice shot.

So... you do this kind of a thing for a living, right? Like... you're a soldier?

[anotheroldsoldier]

[Bucky loads another paintball into the chamber, barely looking down at the weapon in his hand. He nods once.]

US Army, 1940 to 1945. [It's an easier explanation than anything about the Winter Soldier, and frankly his Army days are what he's most proud of.] Here, I'm Perimeter Guard. Search and Rescue.

[A slight, curious glance.] And what is it you do? You hold yourself well out here. Not a total rookie.

[tempredmental]

[Keith looks momentarily surprised at the dates given.]

Oh... wow.

[He nodded a bit, though.]

Well, yeah... Perimeter Guard for me, too, here... but back home, I was trained as a fighter pilot for the Galaxy Garrison. I ended up on a team of peacekeepers that operated a large robotic fighter called Voltron, and we were traveling the universe attempting to take down the Galra Empire. Though, more recently, I've been with an underground resistance group called the Blade of Marmora. They're also fighting against the Galra.

[anotheroldsoldier]

Yeah, yeah, I've already heard all the nursing home jokes. [He remarks wryly, turning to look cautiously over the top of the boulder again, eyes tracking any movement in the surrounding area.]

Space, huh? I've never been. Flown my share of aircrafts, but nothing like that. [He shoots him a brief, sideways glance.] What's this Galra Empire? Standard evil dictatorship?

[tempredmental]

[Keith just smirked a little at the nursing home comment, but the mood sobered at the mention of the Galra.]

Yeah... something like that. Enslaving other races, torturing and experimenting on prisoners and abductees, forcing others to fight for their entertainment like gladiators, stripping entire planets of their resources before leaving them to suffer and die... Pretty standard, I guess.

The Blade of Marmora, though... they're also Galra, but they're fighting against Emperor Zarkon. They thought he was trying to bring stability to the galaxy, but realized too late that he was just looking for power and control. So, they've been infiltrating his military and government, trying to undermine everything from within.

[He felt the need to point that out... that not all the Galra were bad... considering he was one of them...]

[anotheroldsoldier]

[Well, if some of that doesn't sound pretty familiar. Just on a much larger, more galactic scale, and that's a little scary to think about; if HYDRA had had those kinds of resources...

He shakes his head briefly.] That's the funny thing, ain't it? Even lightyears away, evil doesn't change much. We had our tyrants to fight, too. HYDRA was one of the big ones, wanted control of the world through fear.

You don't have to make that case to me, kid. I worked with plenty of German Resistance groups during the war, people who fought back against the Nazis and HYDRA, who hated seeing what that scum did to their country.

[tempredmental]

[Keith listened, and, eventually, managed a small smile at that. He was glad that Bucky understood.]

Yeah. That's kind of where they're coming from.

But it does seem like that, right? The idea of an evil group of people wanting power and control over everyone else.

[anotheroldsoldier]

Some people are always gonna be like that. Some people just need to be put down. [Here he's thinking about people like the Red Skull, Sin, Crossbones, Baron Zemo. People who do the same evil song and dance every time, who aren't capable of change.]

Your 3 o'clock. Got someone incoming about twenty yards out.

[tempredmental]

[Keith frowned a bit, but nodded. Bucky wasn't wrong, that was for sure. Learning what he had so far about Zarkon and how the Galra Empire came about, he was pretty sure that was going to be the case there. They just had to make sure to save the ones that could be saved.

He was pulled from his thoughts by the warning, and he pressed himself harder against their boulder blind for a second before carefully glancing in that direction. He wasn't the marksman of the team, that was for certain, but at least that didn't matter much here. This wasn't exactly life and death... just paintball. He smirked a little and took aim. His form wasn't perfect, and it was clear that sniping wasn't his specialty. Still, he got off a shot once the other person had stopped moving long enough and wasn't hidden behind a million tree branches. He wasn't great, and it definitely wouldn't be a kill shot in an actual war, but he hit his target. Keith knew his strengths and weaknesses, and he had waited for the shot to get easier before even trying.]

[anotheroldsoldier]

[Bucky watches the way he takes his shot, noting the imperfections in his form but not saying anything. His attention is somewhat divided, keeping track of the rest of the movement around them. The more shots they get off from here, the more it's going to draw attention to their position, and for all he knows, the one trying to creep up on the 3 o'clock is just a diversion.

Still, he smirks a little when Keith gets his shot off. Hard to miss the cursing from that direction.]

Nice shot. We could make a sniper out of you yet.

[tempredmental]

Heh... I think Team Voltron's sniper might get jealous if I end up learning his skill.

[Lance had enough issues when it came to 'competing' with Keith. He smirked a little, though, but definitely heard movement elsewhere. They weren't going to be able to stay here much longer.]

Sounds like we should consider moving.