♘ what a thrill

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Who: tranches | manlymanly | primaduelerina | shieldofjustice | ctrldemons | shiromadoushi | mercenarywolf | usedsuitup | mimicofthewind | rooster_shout | usegalacticpunt | gochuugoku | blaettertanz | usedskyattack | striderismo | usedreturn | demonbuddy | empresstobe exeggutorhead | bemykismesis | twoenemies | lonestarweeaboo | combat_butler | k9tantei | thebelsareinert | used_glare | meatysoviet | attherailways | quickattackjack | whatpumpkins | nodoubleteam | usedwindything | hewhosurvives | usedgrowl | bakaitoukid | youhavemybat | godofconquest | killer_sweets | walkinthruwalls | silver_lucifer | unzodiacal | solas_ion | yaaaaaawn | dark_surprise | usedrefresh | wingless_falcon | ofmywill | branded_twin | bufudyned | usedtelekinesis | usedhat | wakalaka4osaka | lonesummoner | takechuhome | angelicdelights | restardom | usedfeint | usedtherapy | seasalttwilight | king_of_flames | caliburns | cynicizing | shellderkillder | swordofimpulse | saltwaterwounds | sweatysweaty | usedeverything | usedsuperpower | usedrawr | wildcatidiot | 8etterl8 | chemwhiz | usedkunai | usedninjathief | heirband | sunshine_fruit | usedspiritgun
Where: Goldenrod City
When: 9/10/2011 - noon to six pm
Summary: It's finally the day, the day where they finally get to destroy Goldenrod City. Friends turn on each other. Family members begin to doubt one another. Forts are made. Snipers are around. Screams are in the air. This is paintball.
Rating: PG-13 at most
Log:
[ In the front of the Breeding Centre of Goldenrod City, there's a small stage placed down. On said stage is one microphone stand and one Souji Seta with his Riolu pawing at him. Pick up, pick upppp. Hold on, audience. ]

Not now, Setanta. I promise later.

[ Whoops, sorry about that. Just having to deal with a shy Pokemon. It's just going back inside the centre to mope until dinner time. So, turning his attention back to the audience, Souji clears his voice. ]

Thanks again for signing up for the game of paintball, guys.

The game is simple: be the last team standing and then be the last person standing in the final round. I've sent out a text to everyone on what team you should be on, but if you've forgotten, I have a chart up here for you to check. [ Pointing his thumb back at a sheet of paper taped to some whiteboard stand. ]

For some teams, due to uneven numbers, we have these four Pikachus that will be playing along... [ At that exact moment, four Pikachus holding paintguns walk up. They look pretty intimidating. All of them are wearing their team colour scarves over their mouths and they look like they're ready to tear someone's face off. One of them has an eye-patch, another is wearing some glasses, and the last one is... is that one smoking a cigar? ] Apparently, they're really good at paintball for some reason. [ Souji is looking like this right now, so he has no idea. ]

[ A-Anyway... ] I've also sent out a list of rules to your gears, but once again, if you've forgotten, check out the stand. Main points are that the use of Pokemon in the game are forbidden except for the four Pikachus here and you can't enter any buildings to get onto the roofs.

So, grab your team colours on the table beside the stand-- [ He points to it. ] --and a paintball gun from the table next to it. All guns must be returned at the end of the game, but if you want to keep it, just find me at the end of the game to pay for it.

Paintball refills are over at this stage as well or at the Pokemon Centre. Those are the only two neutral zones, so you can't shoot others there. There's also refreshments, but don't take too long of a break.

Well, that's enough from me. Grab a gun, goggles or sunglasses, and team colour.

In ten minutes when the clock strikes noon, let the game begin.

[ Go for it! ]


(( ooc: Remember, teams are posted right over here! Please go check on what teams you're on and you can continue using that post to plot around, or you can go in for a surprise and just ask who might be in or out in the subjects. Winners, please go comment with the prize that you want! ))

(( Rules/points are both here and here in bullet points. Please reread them and if you got any questions, give me a pm or ask over at the second ooc post under the 'QUESTIONS/CONCERNS/ETC' thread! ))

(( Backtagging is what we're all about, people! So, backbackbackbacktag, and it doesn't matter if you tag in prose or action tags. Just go with whatever you feel best with! So, enjoy the free paintball game, guys! ))

THREADS
Main Game
Break Stations
Final Game

Comments

[usedreturn.livejournal.com]

[Did that upside-down trashcan just move?]

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

{Nanao is so totally peering at that thing confusedly from her hidden perch up in a tree.}

[usedreturn.livejournal.com]

[There is nothing odd about this trash can.]

[It is not moving. There is no single unicycle wheel just barely visible under the two or three inches between the edge of the can and the ground.]

[And it is definitely not moving in a slow, wobbly line int he direction of the nearest back alley.]

[Solid Snake ain't got shit on this.]

NAO YOU ARE AMAZING AND I LOVE YOU

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

{She just... stares confusedly. What the hell is that thing, and why is it wobbling about like that?!}

{The obvious answer is to take a potshot at the ground in front of it, just to gauge the reaction.}

oh honey. it gets better.

[usedreturn.livejournal.com]

[The totally-not-moving trashcan halts, wobbling in place.]

[Then a boxcutter totally doesn't cut a relatively small hole near the bottom--or in this case top--of the can.]

[And a periscope made of cereal boxes, mirrors, and tape totally doesn't poke itself out of that hole.]

*how can it get better than this*

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

What.

{The tree rustles as Nanao shifts to get a better look at the strange... thingy-ma-bob.}

What.

it's illustrated and i can't get my scanner working.

[usedreturn.livejournal.com]

[Oh, okay, the periscope has picked up that this paint splatter is in fact purple.]

[The periscope disappeared back where it came from, and after a moment of more wobbling a small purple flag was poked out of the hole and waved around a bit.]

/screams happily

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

{At that, Nanao just about falls out of her tree. Who on earth would put together such a ridiculous contraption for paintball, of all things?!}

{Therefore, she hooks her legs over the branch and swings upside down, purple-clad body dangling out of the greenery. How she stayed hidden is a mystery. As is how her glasses are staying on.}

Who's in that... uhm. Thing?

[usedreturn.livejournal.com]

[SOMEONE WHO MADE A LIVING OUT OF BENDING THE RULES.]

[Also someone who really didn't like getting shot at.]

[And was not quite in possession of a full deck, so to speak.]

Oh. Right, hello. That would be me. One of me. The oldest one, at least. Seeing as the other isn't here, again. Bit troublesome, but I caused a lot of trouble when I was him.

[The wobbly trashcan is babbling. And has a British accent, apparently. Or a Space British accent.]

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

{...nope. This guy is a madman.}

What are you talking about? You're not making sense.

[usedreturn.livejournal.com]

[Annnd out comes the periscope again.]

Hello. I'm the Doctor.

[Not your most dramatic recital of that line, friend.]

And I would really rather be clever and not get shot. getting shot happens to hurt quite a bit, actually, and I really don't want paint on my suit.

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

...the - oh. I think I get it.

{Sort of but not really.}

And that's the reason why I'm in this tree, actually. My mobility is rather limited at the moment, so it's easier for me to snipe instead.

[usedreturn.livejournal.com]

[Wobblewobblewobblewobble.]

Excellent plan. I'd really rather not shoot anyone at all--guns, not really my thing. Usually. Most of the time.

But it's been a while since I did anything eventful, so I thought I might see what I could do. Have some fun, that kind of thing.

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

{ :|a }

...well, you're certainly seeming to have fun.

[usedreturn.livejournal.com]

Yes, yes I am. Though getting a unicycle was a little tricky.

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

I didn't even know that Goldenrod sold unicycles.

[usedreturn.livejournal.com]

They don't.

[trollface.jpg--not that you can see it in here.]

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

Then... how did you get one?

[usedreturn.livejournal.com]

Bicycles.


They're very easy to take apart, even without a sonic screwdriver.

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

...

You're a genius! I never would have thought of that.

[usedreturn.livejournal.com]

Oh, I know I am. But thank you anyway.

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

...at least you're modest, too.

[usedreturn.livejournal.com]

When you're as old as I am, modesty gets boring.

Still learn new things every day, though. Like how every bicycle is two unicycles waiting to happen.

[used-glare.livejournal.com]

...how old are you? {Because boy, you don't look older than thirty, max-}

Seems I'm going to have to look at the world differently from now on.

[usedreturn.livejournal.com]

Nine hundred and...seven.

--wait, no, eight.

No, it's seven. Almost sure. Fairly sure.