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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.

Threaded | Flat

The Game

[Like everyone else, he was decked out in camouflage clothing and a cap. Perhaps unlike some, he had covered all of his visible skin with green, brown and black paints and had actually taken leaves from the jungle itself and pinned to his uniform. It was a outfit that he had once worn long ago, and he was comfort in it.

There were a few other physically older individuals whom he had agreed to work with. He knew between them that they had over a hundred years of combat and tactical experience, which would be vital in a situation where physically they were not equals to most of the other competitors. They also seemed to work well together with a similar goal in mind: one of their three was going to get close to winning, even if if meant the other two had to sacrifice themselves in the process. He was just as prepared as he knew the two ladies were.

The jungle was a familiar place, and he had long ago faced his fear of it, the nightmares of that war. Vietnam had began to change the face of warfare in his world. He moved with an ease amid the foliage, never particularly taking a well-worn path. He also had no problem dropping into the moist dirt either. This was quite the good time after all, so why not live to the extreme in it?

Of course, paintball was low stakes in reality. It was still entertaining.]

The Hot Springs

[It was less the mess of paint that was hard to reach but the spattering of dirt that seemed to find its way into every aspect of his clothing and beyond. Everywhere he turned, there was just a new smeared patch of it. His hair was a mess, practically brown instead of the usual strawberry blond, which lead to him dumping a bucket of water on his head just to start somewhere.

He had no shame of his nudity either. He, of course, liked to think himself a gentleman and restricted himself to the men's room for a clean up. It simply took him quite some time to be clean enough to wander out into the hot springs for a good soak. Sore muscles were going to be his price to pay; it had been a good time and well-worth the efforts.

Cleaning or soaking, he always looked for a friendly face to make in-roads with.]

The Lounge

[Who didn't like revels? There was nothing quite like a shooting game to warm the men and women with friendly competition. The food and festivities were good and well-planned, and Pierce made certain to plunk himself down next to the fire where he could warm himself and watch the coming and going of others. He had a small plate of food, but he hadn't touched much of it, instead keeping himself mostly restricted to a nice cup of tea.

If anyone was looking closely, they might notice that he was stiff to the left shoulder and when he moved, the evidence of a blossoming bruise (made more extreme with age) was there. He didn't complain about it. He accepted his war wounds like everyone else, and he was more than a little interested in listening to and laughing about war stories.

Second place wasn't a bad finish after all. Miss Erso had won fair and square, and he was perhaps most pleased that the two winners had been perfectly wholesome non-enhanced individuals. All the power to normalcy and good tactics.]

[i-a. The Deadliest Game]
[The thing about paintball is that it's a lot like a military maneuver or a training exercise, in some ways, especially out here in the jungle. Bucky signed up because it sounded like actual fun - more so than fancy parties and magic whatevers. He's getting into it, decked out in camo, jacket collar up against the chill, a glove over his left hand to keep the metal from glinting in the light that filters through the trees.

He's, unsurprisingly, a hell of a good shot. If you've left yourself open or separated from your team, a shot might come out of nowhere - from high in a tree, or crouched in the shadows of a natural rock formation. Or maybe he just narrowly misses you and now you have to wonder where the next shot will come from.]

[i-b. Teammates]
[Or maybe you've found yourself on an impromptu team with Bucky instead, partnering up to take on everyone else. Especially if another player is younger, or not as good a shot, he wants to give them a chance to stay in the game longer.

Ducked behind a rocky outcropping, Bucky reloads his gun, face mask tugged down to get a breath of air. He glances over, filling the barrel with a few paint pods.] See anyone coming yet?

[ii. Washing Off]
[Glitter. Motherfucking glitter. Needless to say, Bucky Barnes has regrets. After the game, he can be found in the washroom, either the men's or the gender-neutral because frankly he's too eager to try and get the glitter off himself to care, as long as it's not the women's washroom. He's completely bare, seated on one of the little stools, scrubbing at the burst of glitter across the back of his head and neck. At least it missed his face, mostly, and missed his left arm. The last thing the prosthetic needs is glitter gumming up the works.

Feel free to either laugh at his plight or take notice of the extensive scarring on his body, which is usually concealed by clothing. Wet and covered in soap, he's still trying to scrub the sparkles out of his hair.] How the hell do you get this shit off?

[iii. Lounge]
[Glitter does not come off.

Clean and dressed, hair still wet, Bucky can be found in the lounge, at the hot chocolate bar, pouring a liberal amount of bourbon into his cup. It's about 50-50 alcohol to hot chocolate, but he deserves it. His hair still faintly sparkles. It was... it was a time.

He won't be sticking around for too long before it's back to work, but for now, he's going to have a hot drink and sulk about being sparkly.]

[ooc: If you want your character to be the one to knock Bucky out of the game with a glitter bomb, hmu at

nekky, he's 100% going down with glitter.]

THE LOUNGE

[ While Cisco is excited to be providing some of the commentary for the paintball match, he is not the only one doing so. The game is set to be a long one, so he takes several breaks throughout the match, wander out of the carefully sequestered control room where the other commentators, coordinators, and techs who are operating the video drones are all tucked away. He comes out to grab a snack a few times, though his eyes keep returning to the TVs, wanting to keep an eye on how his friends and boyfriend are faring.

He is easy to spot in one of his more unusual ensembles, eating his way through handfuls of marshmallows, a pair of heavy-duty headphones around his neck.

Cisco will also be hanging out in the lounge for a good while after the match is over, looking for friends to congratulate on their valiant efforts, or to laugh with, if they happen to be covered in glitter. ]

THE COMMENTARY

[ Cisco's commentary of the match is rather colorful - fanciful nicknames for the players he doesn't know (and many that he does), lots of groans and cheers and analysis of tactics, and let's not forget, plenty of good-hearted roasting of players who slip up, make obvious mistakes, or miss opportunities.

If you'd like, your character may hear playback of some of Cisco's remarks about their performance, after they are eliminated, and come to discuss them with him. He will say nothing too personal and nothing mean-spirited, but feel free to have your character be flattered or mildly offended. ]

Edited 2018-01-17 18:23 (UTC)

i. the game;

[ Rin's not participating. But he is a member of the Perimeter Guard, ostensibly along to help keep things running smoothly, and to intervene if any of the contestants run into unexpected trouble.

However, Rin being who and what he is, the trouble any given contestant might find is the drow himself. He's up in the trees, sneaking around like a spider, watching the proceedings from a constantly shifting vantage point. Occasionally, he'll interrupt someone's concentration, or ruin their carefully laid ambush, or otherwise just try to fuck with the whole scene.

A dagger might whistle just past your head, for instance. Seconds later, there he is, looking apolgetic, insisting he saw a beast edging towards you from the underbrush.

Or perhaps you might suddenly notice a collection of dancing lights, a glittering, kinetic distraction that moves away about as fast as you try to close in on it.

Or, you might suddenly stumble into an area of complete and utter darkness. Which might make you a sitting duck, should any actual players happen along.

No worries, though. Rin's always nearby, and he's happy to help. ]

ii. hot spring;

[ Rin's not about to get naked. But, properly glamored, he will take his shirt off for a little while. He sinks into the hot water, undoes his long braid, and lets his limbs go loose--seemingly, anyway. His eyes are lavender-colored today, and his skin dark as twilight, free of any blemish. He has a small lacquered box sitting beside his shoulder, and he taps it if he sees a weary competitor trudge his way. ]

Fatigued? Bruised? I have just the thing.

[ And if any such bruising is his fault, well ... he's not going to acknowledge it. ]

I) game

[who doesn't love a friendly competition, right? well, in Osomatsu's case, there is nothing friendly about competition. he's always competing with his brothers in some way, or another. it's never friendly. he's dead-set on winning those prizes, and he's out for blood.

he's making his way along the perimeter of where he's been stationed, hiding behind bushes and trees. he's pretty sneaky, but he's also over-confident, even without being blasted with red paint. he will probably make for an easy target]

II) hot springs

[Osomatsu's supreme loss has not hit him yet. he's a little sore, but he's also excited. that was mostly fun, except for the end! he really liked playing with a bunch of other people. it made him feel like... like he was part of a team. and it was so good to relax and let go.

now he's ready to get all clean! he enters the washroom, looking for an empty place to sit, or for a partner to help him get clean.

then you may find him soaking in the hot springs, leaning back against the rocks and sighing peacefully. he hasn't been to an onsen in ages, and this is really nice, makes him think of home]

III) lounge

[Osomatsu is moping like you would not believe. he completely lost this game, hit with a glitter bomb! now he looks like Karamatsu. what a pain in the ass. he huffs as he piles marshmallows, whipped cream, and alcohol into his hot chocolate. he is the sorest loser, and he won't make conversation unless you come to him]

IV) wildcard

[some other scenario on your mind? put it here! and if you'd like to take Osomatsu out, please poke me at

lovebakery! the option is open to anyone! likewise, if you want Osomatsu to hit you with a certain color/glitter, i would love that! it'd give him a boost of confidence (and thus make him an easier target)]

the game

[ jyn was half raised by a man considered by most people to be a terrorist -- more as a scarlet letter given by the empire to assure saw gerrera's partisans wouldn't engender more respect than common thugs, though there was some truth to the title. saw did what needed to be done, even if it made him something of a black mark on the rebellion.

that is the man that raised jyn, the lion of onderon, and it's kept jyn alive up until the beaches of scarif. it serves her just as well in this innocent game, especially so with cassian having her back and vice versa. team work makes the dream work, baby. it's all really quite playful and fun and she's surprised she enjoys herself so much considering this is very much like what her everyday life used to be.

she keeps to the shadows, quiet and quick, and she is a good shot, but she mostly picks off the scraps of her assassin partner like a buzzard with shots of purple so she can use the rush of flirtation of loot their remaining ammunition. she shoots a glob of red paint onto at least one drone, no apologies if something interesting happens obscured by the paint. whoops! glitter bombs are saved until the very end and pew pew pew, we have a winner. ]

the lounge

[ jyn washes quickly and alone, thank you very much, but she bounds into the lounge with her damp hair braided over one shoulder with a streak of pink paint still visible twisted through it and there is a curious, faint shimmer of glitter on her lips. she looks casual in jeans and a loose sweater, almost ever-present scarf looped around her neck, making a bee line for the food because that is simply her way.

the winner has arrived.

there's something about her that seems more relaxed, finally, settled from the energy and running and sheer childishness of the afternoon. it was fun! she had fun. wild.

maybe it's the pink paint, but she almost seems more approachable, far less standoffish, and she might even easily be pulled into conversation for the first time... ever. she might still be talking while eating, but you know what? take what you can get. ]

Edited 2018-01-17 23:11 (UTC)

I. The Game

Lauren was glad the gun was light enough to carry in one hand, it meant her off hand was free to manipulate the air. She wasn't a good shot, so she was more hoping to win by attrition rather than superior skill. Her shields could keep her protected easily enough. They didn't let her see, but that went both ways too. She was used to having people fire real bullets, and that failing, failing to stop a shot was more than just glitter for the the next few weeks.

Honestly this would be fun. Lauren stalked around with her left arm out in front of her, ready to throw a barrier up at any moment. Her right hand down with the gun in it. Ready, heart pounding. But... she was too busy to think about Sonya.

II. Lounge

Lauren was not very good at this, it was still fairly fun and she hopes helps get some of her jitters out before doing actual guard work. It also meant fully using her powers and dealing with the consequences. Which... there weren't any.

That filled her thoughts as she found a corner to curl up with her soup and meat. Warming herself up and getting her strength back. Being whammied by the paintballs was still a thing she was working through too, she'd never had to deal with anything like that. She knew people could do that, at home, with their powers. It was a new experience.

Between getting lost in her own thoughts, and her generally less than talkative personality lately, she's not going to be approaching people.

III. Hot Springs - Clothed

Lauren goes to the younger springs, kinda glad to not have to deal with nudity. She's stir crazy sleeping in a room on her own, but glad for the privacy. She isn't terribly interested in being naked around strangers again, Trask had enough of that as they monitored her powers.

Her one piece isn't very showy, but she just wants to enjoy the warm water and unwind after the adrenaline rush of the game.

Closed: Sif

[The start of the match felt like it'd taken forever. For the first 20 minutes or so, Magnus hadn’t even seen a single contestant. He’d grown so bored that he’d taken to humming his own action-stealth theme music, inspired by some spy movies he’d seen recently.

The humming comes to a halt when he finally sees a figure through the brush. It’s not a face he recognizes, so he doesn’t mind taking her out with a blue pod.]

Ha! [Magnus jumps out of the bushes, revealing his presence. He’s so excited for his first shot that he can’t help but boast about it.] You just got— […And then he realizes she’s not a player. She’s with the Perimeter Guard. His face drops, very embarrassed.] Oh my god I am—I am so sorry.

Closed: Beverly

[The next time Magnus spots someone ahead of him, he takes aim, but is sure to identify them before he pulls the trigger. His previous mistake did not need to be repeated.

Oh—it’s Beverly! It’d be nice to have a teammate. Upon discovering her, Magnus lowers his weapon and pops his head out from his hiding space, waving an arm in her direction and shout-whispering to her.] Psst—Hey, Bev! C’mere c’mere c’mere c’mere— [He’ll keep saying this until she notices.]

Open: Wildcard!

[Obviously Magnus can be found out on the field, but you may also run into him in the lounge or the hot springs after the match, with a bit of glittery residue on him. A good place to look for him would be near the buffet. He’ll need fuel after the match.

Feel free to ping me at

aldigrocery for planning!]

The game
In the initial phases of the game, Amilyn Holdo exhibits all the guts and skill that made her an admiral. She's got a steady aim and a strategic brain, and it's all going very well. Until she gets hit by a purple paintball. Two of them in quick succession, in fact.

After that? Any old clichés about the victory of old age and treachery aren't really worth much anymore. She's distracted. Have fun with that.

Hot springs
She's maybe a little too eager to get that damned purple paint off. Amilyn doesn't embarrass easily, but there's people that are going to be difficult to look in the eye again.

Afterward she sinks into the hot water of the spring up to her chin, trying to relax.

The lounge
As soon as she finds out what the booze is, there's an extra slug of it going into her hot chocolate. Afterward she drifts around the room, striking up the odd bit of conversation and now trying to pretend anything that happened as a result of purple paintballs never happened.

a. the game; ota

[Beverly may not have any magical powers or super-human abilities, but she does have years of experience in Starfleet, including special ops training - not that she ever expected to be using it quite like this! Knowing she most likely wouldn’t make it through an outright shootout, she opts for a hide and seek strategy, sticking to the tree line and never staying in one spot for too long, picking off people as she comes upon them.

Her paint pellet of choice? Blue. Hey, there’s a relatively low chance that she’s going to win, might as well have fun with it!]

b. hot springs; closed to Lucretia

[Taken out by her own girlfriend! The humiliation! Fortunately, Beverly can exact some just revenge in the bath house. Naked and sparkling from head to toe thanks to the fatal glitter bomb, she presents Lucretia with a bath sponge.]

Lather me up?

[That will show her!!!]

c. lounge; ota

[After the games and after she gets (mostly) cleaned up, Beverly can be found in the lodge, enjoying some hot chocolate by the fire. The paint is gone, so she's back to her normal personality, but the glitter, alas, is not. Fortunately, she seems more amused by it than anything. If you stop to say hello she'll greet you with a smile.]

So, what'd you think of the game?

the game.

[actual (former) assassin and sniper cassian andor is strangely ready to go for this. it's very odd to be using his skills for less lethal shots, but at the same time it's... fun? refreshing? he doesn't really know how to describe it, but he's enjoying himself. it's familiar without being traumatizing! it's natural to slip into perfect position whether it's high or low. he gets really into it.]

[he tends to climb up into trees and shoot from high above; it's what he's good at. below in the underbrush, jyn swoops in and steals stock from fallen players, and they are a very good combination while she takes out others nearby. team work makes the dream work; they cover each other as they move through the jungle. if he misses you, expect a second shot to come within seconds from the same direction, because he's fucking determined ok.]

[the less people remaining, the less likely he is to be high. but he's a spy. he's very quiet moving through the trees no matter when it happens, and his aim is very sure even at closer distances. he moves like a soldier. not even friends are safe, though maybe he will offer apologetic fake smiles if caught in the act.]

the lounge.

[cassian is covered in glitter. it's all over the left side of his face, sparkling in his hair, and twinkling down his neck. someone very much got him at close range. he slipped into the hot springs alone, but it didn't take him very long to wash down, and there's no sign he's been hit with other colored paints, though whether that's because he's cleaned or because he avoided it remains a Mystery.mp3. he's wearing jeans and a sweatshirt when he comes out, vaguely at ease.]

[he picks over the food and snags some curry, sampling at the finger foods idly too. he's drinking hot chocolate with a ton of marshmallows, and despite the glitter catching reflections from the fire, he seems lighter than usual and uncaring about having lost. less closed off. eventually he'll even take a seat in a single chair, but there are two others nearby. maybe he did more climbing than usual and maybe he needs to take a quick rest, who knows.]

Ｉ. ＦＲＥＥＤＯＭＬＡＮＤＯＦＴＨＥＳＥＶＥＮＴＩＥＳ (open; limited to x2 responders)
[ Properly outfitted and sent on his way, it isn't until Eames finds a relatively quiet spot that he takes careful stock of it. Measuring the gear and finally the pods themselves, he has to stifle a hard laugh that gets caught in his throat as an audible snicker at a single word that has purple being the first color he loads in. He doesn't rightly know how that works (pheromones, chemical warfare, who knows), but he's slowly learning at least that the smaller questions like this are increasingly also the most useless.

He plays at a soldier with impressive efficiency...only if he's not placed next to one with real experience. He's used to relying on the relative inexperience of those around him, so much so that "fake it 'til you make it" may as well be tattooed right on his forehead in some hideously trashy script he'd never live down. He can hide and sneak with the best, but his moves and holdouts are not the most subtle ~~and in the real world, not the most inventive, either~~. ]

Ｉ-Ｖ. ＴＨＩＮＫＩ'ＭＴＯＯＣＯＯＬＴＯＫＮＯＷＹＯＵ (closed to specifications)
[ It's a last-ditch effort he's taken to, hiding in the trees like this. Near them, behind them, neither has seemed to work, but once he'd added height to the equation, it's much easier to find a moment of respite. He's seen a few players pass by, but he keeps to his hiding spot instead of going in for the easy hit.

Right now, he's waiting for a specific player, gun loaded equally just for the moment. (How's that for specificity?) He can let a few easy opportunities pass for the right one. He can be patient.

When it matters. ]

ＩＩＩ. Ｉ'ＭＬＩＫＥＴＨＥＩＣＥＩＦＲＥＥＺＥ
[ When it's all over--thank God or whoever else, Beezelbub for all he knows lately--or at least his end of it is, he retreats to a corner of the lounge that's surprisingly sequestered from the bulk of the activity. Maybe it's the lingering pain that makes even sitting a struggle (thanks so much, Arthur), the scattering of other forming bruises, or the fact that half of him may well be covered in glitter until he's dead at the rate it scrubs off--not at all--but he's not near as sociable as usual. This leaves him nursing a spiked cocoa as he's watching out the window at very-obviously nothing in particular, rather blatantly licking wounds, as it were. ]

Edited 2018-01-19 17:47 (UTC)

i. the game
[The concept of a Paintball War is something that Thor enjoys more in theory than he does in practice. Being sneaky is not a particular skill of his, nor is shooting without discretion. He has fun all the same, he's not shy about shooting strangers, and he uses all colours in his arsenal without prejudice.

But it's easy to distract Thor, particularly if you cry out in pain or distress. He's taking the day away from Perimeter Guard, but saving people is kind of a full time job for him. You can't just turn those senses off!

Thor flits between groups of people he knows, always on the look out for familiar faces and possible allies. He doesn't expect to be shot by them, but maybe that's his first mistake.]

ii. the springs
[Thor has never been so grateful to have short hair. No matter how hard he scrubs, the glitter seems to keep coming and coming. The amount of soap coming from his stall is incredible, all different scents and all full of glitter.

There are obvious patches that he can't reach, but he's not too concerned with it for now.

Thor isn't shy about his own nudity, nor does he care about the nudity of others. He strides in, naked as the day he was born, and helps himself to a free spot in the spring. He sinks in easily, letting out a low groan and shutting his eyes.

He folds his arms behind his head and leans back, opening his eyes and looking at the person closest to him.]

This was a good idea.

iii. the lounge
[Thor has expended enough energy to feel truly hungry, which means he's stacking his plate pretty high and coming back for seconds. His hot chocolate is more alcohol than anything else, but it hits the spot.

Taking a seat and watching the remaining game on the television screen is what makes it sink in, he lost. A few years ago, he would have pitched an absolute fit. Now? He looks a little sullen as he watches the screen, occasionally pulling a face when the camera pans to faces in the jungle.]

This is not the outcome I expected. [He says, blandly, trying not to be overly sour about it.]

[ooc: feel free to just jump in and shoot thor/get shot by thor. the glitterbomb is reserved but idrc if i double up on colours and whatnot otherwise!! hmu on

rodentia]

[ the game.

Finn's done a lot of firearms training in his time. A lot of battle simulations and examinations of tactics, all the dumb obstacle courses and team-building exercises, evalutation after evaluation after evaluation--

You get the picture, probably.

He's never done something like this for fun before. And while he may teeter into getting a bit too intense with his focus at times, he finds himself very genuinely having fun with it once he gets the hang of things. Going in prepared and seeing all the proven-harmless weapons for yourself makes a world of difference from waltzing into something not expecting it.

HE'S A GOOD SHOT AND A SMART DUDE, AND HE ABSOLUTELY LOSES THIS TOURNAMENT. he probably also defaults to red paint more than anything, when he's not glitterbombing. finn's not a big fan of the "magical effects" gambit, he'd rather keep his impact on other people contained. LET'S PVP THIS OUT IN THE WOODS FAM.

hot springs.

What's modesty and does it even matter? This is the real question. Finn doesn't wind up going for a soak, but he does wind up drifting into the "who gives a fuck" washroom. Shyness in these situations is kind of nonexistent in the ole soldier lifestyle. When you're raising an army a) all neatly stacked up in barracks and b) trying to impress upon them how they're supposed to be tools of a higher purpose where individuality is a weakness in the system, there's really no room for privacy or making a fuss about these things. Or at the very least, there's just no room for a private shower or quarters for any of them. Go figure.

Ya boy is here and all about efficiency. Except maybe for when he spends a minute smelling different soaps and making faces. The faces range from intrigue to displeased confusion. He's fully aware that fancy smelling soaps exist, but his ass absolutely buys the most basic stuff he can find. Maybe he'll start investing, though. This is a weird and unexpected trial run on nice soap.

But I mean once he's got that handled, he's all about efficiency. Shame has no power here.

People might notice a scar burned into his back, cutting a jagged line from around his left shoulder down to end above his right hip. They also might not. idk how steamy it is in here. He is willing to scrub backs for the spirit of teamwork and getting rid of dumb magic paint though.

the lounge.

And for all other mingling needs: here he comes. It's him. Finn Starwars. He's just here to hang, really. Maybe talk to some people, compliment some good shots he witnessed and/or was the victim of.

Finn's never the type to completely relax, but he's honestly about as close to it as he ever gets right now. It's been a really... good day? He did something fun that he wasn't half-bad at, met some people, got well and properly worked out without any sense of impending doom hanging over his head. And now there's this, and it's all kind of got that-- sense of camaraderie left over. A big shared experience, but in a nice way.

It's good.

seriously though if anyone would like a more specific starter or to plot something, they are always welcome to hit me up! i'll make it happen! ]

Guard duty

[ Sif did consider participating in the game, but in all honesty firearms have never really been her speed even if she can create as much mayhem with them as with any other weapon. It made more sense to her to take part in the effort to keep the participants safe, especially since that gave her the opportunity to potentially fight something for real.

So for the duration of the game she will patrol the perimeter, helping anyone who ends up in more trouble than they bargained for, or possibly fighting off a creature attack which she will undoubtedly claim to not need any help with but seriously do go ahead and give her a hand. She might even thank you once the dust settles.

She may feel the need to occasionally throw in some singing and dancing here and there. Thanks Magnus. ]

Wash room

[ Sif heads into the "anything goes" wash room, as she doesn't give two shits about the gender of someone she's being naked around. Nudity in general isn't really something that has much of an effect on her most of the time, so she'll just go about cleaning off the blue paint she got hit with courtesy of Magnus, as well as some dirt and blood that are both the result of having to keep dangerous creatures from attacking the game.

Since she is still sort of under the effect of the paint, she is swaying a little in place as well as humming a catchy tune while she lets the water just run over her for a while before reaching for any of the soap. ]

Lounge

[ Sif is curled up in a chair with a cup of hot chocolate, a splash of booze in there too. She's mostly facing one of the windows, looking out and seeming to be deep in thought.

Has this been an asgardian gathering she would have been in the thick of it, talking and laughing, trading stories. Surrounded by people she knows and loves.

Here it is easier to let the ambient noise just wash over her, rather than try to make herself a part of something she doesn't feel like she has a true place in just yet. A life has begun to form here, she is aware of that, but it is still a nebulous thing. Full of uncertainties and with no clear direction in sight.

She's getting used to it, but for the moment just sitting quietly still feels like the most appealing option all the same. ]

The Game.

[Leia was used to having her age being used against her. She knew that most of the people in the paintball game who hadn't heard the stories of her from Poe Dameron weren't expecting much from her. That suited the general fine, because when people underestimated her, she was good at showing them they were wrong to do it.

That was one of the reasons that she had teamed up with some of the other people in her age set. The three of them were military leaders, and they knew how to play the game which was to treat it like it was more than a game. And she was good at it. So, she took out a few people. And at least one redheaded girl had ended up falling out of a tree even if she hadn't fallen to Leia's paintball.

Leia had made it nearly to the end before she had stepped in front of that glitter ball to save Alexander and made sure that he took it to the finals.]

The Hot Springs.

[Leia Organa had seen a fair amount of glitter before. She was a princess after all, and there were times when her grooming droid had seen fit to apply more than a casual amount of it to her skin. However, what Leia had never seen before was glitter that completely refused to move. She was showered liberally with it on one side of her face, and much of her matching arm where she had lifted it to protect her eyes. It seemed almost like a mask on her face (and arm, and shoulder and back) and Leia gripped the scrubber tighter before she hissed softly:]

Have you ever seen glitter that refused to come off this badly?

[If it didn't come off soon, Leia was going to really be unhappy.]

The Lounge

[So, the glitter hasn't come off. Leia is practically glowing like a disco ball. At this point the only way to deal with something like this is with a rather large drink in hand. Not the most healthy of coping mechanisms, but one that has the basis in history. After all, she was married to Han Solo for quite a large period of time, it makes sense that she should have picked up at least some of his habits.

Plus that whole politician thing as well. That didn't help matters.

Despite the glitter, however, Leia is amused and invigorated by the paintball match, so she's got a rather large grin on her face as she sits back in a chair. Every so often, she'll nod at someone and add:]

You did good.

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Alexander Pierce | OTA

Bucky Barnes | OTA

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rin | ota

Osomatsu Matsuno | ota