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super cali swagilistic sexy hella dopeness ([personal profile] competing) wrote in [community profile] epidemiology2017-01-08 08:13 pm

( open ) no gloves

CHARACTERS: anyone? everyone!
DATE: jan. 8
WARNINGS: rough housing, dirty cheats, occasional profanity, copious amounts of snow puns i'm sure
SUMMARY: lance organized a snowball tag event and now everyone can hate him for it

[ the time has come. the day you have all been waiting for. today... we dine in snow hell heck.

or so you've been promised, anyway. whether you believe it or not, whether you decide to make the most of it or not, today is team audentes' annual (that's right, it's tradition now) game of SNOWBALL TAG! teams have been assigned, messaged, and given their team ribbons*. all were told to meet at their designated spots to go over battle plans, practice the team motto/battle cry, or just generally try and get a good idea of who you probably shouldn't be aiming for. the battle begins at high noon (shout out to mccree i love you bruh) and ends when there is only one team left standing...

the rules are as follows!! ]


1. no biting, eye-gouging, fish-hooking
2. no aiming below the belt
3. only hits to count are those that land in the torso region, front or back
4. three hits and you're out
5. seriously you're out WE'RE GOING BY AN HONOR SYSTEM OKAY
6. no cheating!
7. but feel free to make use of the terrain
8. battle grounds stretch from the lake to the forest and all around the exterior of the castle area
9. "friendly fire" totally counts so make sure you know who you're aiming for
10. have fun!! :)

[ *some team names and mottos had to be altered due to inappropriateness or just too dang long man i just asked for a soundbite yeesh. ]


TEAM TEAM VOLTRON TEAM NO TEAM CREW PROFANITIES
"I JUST SAW BALLS!" "I'M SORRY, THAT WAS AWFUL!" "FRICK THEM UP!"
RIBBON COLOR: ORANGE RIBBON COLOR: PURPLE RIBBON COLOR: PINK
Ramir Zenyatta Fiona
Chihiro Sigma Graham
Nami Keats Giovanni
Feferi Peter Peridot
McCree Alice Motochika
Stiles Hanzo Rhys
Keith Sonia Elizabeth
Kagari Vaughn Lance

( ooc; this log is open to EVERYBODY, whether you are actually part of the game or not. feel free to have your character be an innocent by-stander, an unaffiliated mercenary, a rogue warrior for justice, etc! characters are also not bound to the team assignments, though do expect lance to very loudly BOO! at your character if he ever finds out hmph >:'c )
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[personal profile] brooches 2017-01-12 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ In the few seconds it took for her to realize her actions were a bit too impulsive. She acted without really thinking - her body just booked itto try and make a save. Whatever tactics she was having - stay near the back and aim when her team was "reloading"... it was thrown out as her body spears the man.

Once the initial shock was over and her apologies were endless, she sits up and moves to the side, scrambling to show some true remorse for her action. ]


I didn't mean to - I thought snow would be a lot softer... and also, I... didn't think that far ahead.
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[personal profile] ofobedience 2017-01-14 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[She scrambles off him and he pushes himself up with palms pressed flat to the snowy ground, sitting now rather than sprawled out on his back at least. But he laughs, just a few clipped syllables, doesn't seem especially concerned once the initial surprise bleeds out of him.]

Ah, well. It didn't hurt. Though perhaps you could try simply calling out, next time.
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[personal profile] brooches 2017-01-20 05:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's an awkward sprawl across her lips. This is all new to her - fancying talking with people, but accidentally tackling them in the process? The words fall a bit short. ]

O-Oh! Right. I'll be less physical and more proactive with calling out. I'm Elizabeth, and I'm sorry you were on the brunt of my flightiness.
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[personal profile] ofobedience 2017-01-20 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[But he just shrugs, moves to push himself to his feet with smooth fluid movements, an alarming kind of ease. There's a pause, but then he's extending a hand like an afterthought, offering her some assistance should she wish to get up.]

Giovanni. And it's no real cause for concern. What's a fight without a little physicality, after all? Even a staged fight like this.