( open ) no gloves

[competing]

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 )

Comments

[secondnature]

[The bad thing about Lance telling Keith to knock it off is that he realizes that Lance hasn't said the same thing in return. It's one thing to like kissing, and it's another thing to like the person attached to the kissing. He's fairly certain that the two things can be exclusive, even if they aren't always that way. He doesn't have a whole lot of experience, sure, but he's still pretty certain about that fact.]

I don't. [It's easy to say this, because this conversation is absolutely the first time where Keith has forced himself to think about it at length.] I've never really ... thought about dating. I was too worried about being a good pilot. And then with everything after the garrison—[At this point, he cuts himself off.]

Look, it's hard to say what I want when I haven't really thought about it. But—you haven't even said if it's what you want. Or if I'm what you want. I'm no good at any of this, but you have to at least get that figured out before we go off to piece this together.

[competing]

[ in lance's defense, there are about a million different things going off in his mind, a mind that already has such a hard time keeping quiet on its own.

but can there really be a defense for missing something as obvious as this?

thing is, though... the thing is...

lance doesn't know. he thought he knew what it was like, liking someone. unlike keith, he's felt it before, and thought about it plenty of times more than that. at least — that's what he thinks.

but when he takes what he knows and he holds it up against keith, against this...? his mind stalls, tripping over all the little things it won't shut up about. ]

...We'll still be friends, right? [ it comes out sounding so small. pathetic. ] Whatever we decide...

[secondnature]

[The feeling inside of Keith when Lance confirms nothing isn't one that he likes. It's like feeling angry and uncomfortable, which it doesn't take a whole lot to feel, but with some more personal sentiment thrown in. It's that part which bears down on him and makes him feel suffocated. He doesn't like it.

And he doesn't like that he cares about it.

He presses his glove-covered hands into the snow beneath him. Keith isn't about to move, but his mind is mentally preparing his exit. He wants to flee, to go somewhere as soon as this conversation is over.]

Of course. [There's nothing reassuring about his tone, but then again: Keith.] We're paladins. We're teammates. And we're friends. Nothing's gonna change that.

[competing]

[ he's not entirely sure how he did it, but there's no ignoring that cold, sinking feeling that he's just messed something up. the other boy's words are reassuring, but the tone and that look on his face don't exactly scream encouragement. ]

...Right. Good.

[ he tries to refocus his attention on the scene playing out before them, but he's already too far beyond this snowball fight. it's probably not the best course of action, to just peter off into this awkward silence.

but like with everything else in this, lance doesn't really know what else to do. ]

[secondnature]

[Keith would like to try to stay, but with his escape plan already in place, it's harder to not go along with it. He stares off at the snowball fight for a good minute longer before he abruptly pushes himself to his feet. Sitting here is awkward. Sitting here like the conversation is over, like they've worked it all out, is awful. He doesn't want to do it.

He doesn't say anything as he leaves the scene, head ducked down and feet moving quickly as he goes to find somewhere to be warm and cross his arms broodily as he tries not to think about this.]

[competing]

[ frick. ]