( 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

[feytality]

I didtnth do it! [She was framed, Vaughn! And now, because you didn't catch the real killer, she's going to burn for this. Literally.]

[In other words, they've gotten to the point in the thread where he's starting to wind his arm around her several times over, and she's clearly starting to panic]

[CUE SCREAMING and desperate flailing]

[Clearly, she's embarrassed that Vaughn caught her exploring her robocuriosity..... and she's horrified by his kinkshaming]

[moneyman]

[ it's always his fault, somehow. shame on him. ]

Whoa, whoa, whoa— [ never mind, she's clearly not in this by choice. as much as he doesn't want to get involved in Mettaton's dramatic "death" again, he has to try to rescue this girl from... whatever this is. so he rushes over to the scene again to get a better look.

...oh. she's stuck. with her tongue. he's not going to ask how this happened—let's just focus on finding a solution, shall we? ]

Okay, uh, just... I dunno, try to unstick yourself really slowly and then I'll pull you out. He must be malfunctioning or something. [ he has no idea, clearly. ] But I don't want to rip your tongue off, so be careful!

[feytality]

[Yes, shame on him. Clearly, Mettaton is going to cut off her tongue and then burn it, and it's all his fault. He's a monster]

[She keeps flailing wildly and tries to reach out to grab his arm, but she's Mettaton's got her wrapped up in his dramatics. Literally, since he's got his arm...s...(?) around her]

[She makes various noises of protests and noises that sound like 'help me', but muffled]

[And Mettaton's turning his jetpack on. Uh oh.]

[WHAT NOW, VAUGHN!!! (The heat's going to warm him up enough that she'll detach ,but she doesn't know that...)]

[ex_mettacrusher33]

[What now, indeed.

Indeed, the heat pried the girl off of him, as he intended, thank you VERY much. Oh, but he's here to be JUDGED! Judged because some girl couldn't play along and couldn't keep HER TONGUE off his HOT METAL BODY.

Briefly, after dumping the girl into the snow, the robot's screen flashes red. Then there's a poof and a cloud of smoke.

Instead of a large metal box now stands a large metal android. He stomps his way over toward the other man, snow crunching under his heels, before finally jabbing a gloved finger toward his "detective."]

You had one job.

[moneyman]

[ .... what the fuck.

yeah, the plucky teenage girl has been saved (for now), which is obviously good, but Creepy Robot Announcer Guy just turned into a dude, and that catches him more than a little off-guard. as the new Mettaton approaches him he takes a horrified step back, and then another, and then stops when he realizes he'd just be ditching the girl if he ran.

shiiiit. ]

I—okay, look, just... just calm down, okay? I mean, you turned out fine, right!? Everyone's fine. There's no need for... for whatever this is.

[ sometimes, when he thinks he might be about to die, he gets a little excited. this is not one of those times. ]

1/2

[feytality]

---Hey!

[Poor Maya. Once her tongue is free, she's tossed aside like garbage. This has been a wild rollercoaster. First, she'd believed she'd killed a man.... robot.... dishwasher.... and then the dishwasher tried to get a kiss from her. Once she refused and tried to escape, he'd nefariously stuck her tongue to him! (It was a cold metal body, thanks. And then.... attempted to burn her alive]

[...Which was kind of a weird feature for a dishwasher, but hey, she's not judging.]

[and now he's coming for... whoever that nerd is, and..... TRANSFORMING?! Gasp!!]

[feytality]

[It's all becoming clear. Mettaton isn't a dishwasher at all.]

[He's a transformer who takes the form of a dishwasher, gasp!! And now he's come for Shia Nobeef. And possibly Maya. Anyway, far be it for Maya to just stand and let this all happen.]

[She jumps to her feet and hides behind Vaughn. As she's one of the few people actually smaller than him, this plan may actually work]

Whatever you do, don't let him kiss you! He's a kinda-dishwasher looking for love in all the wrong places... at any cost!

[ex_mettacrusher33]

...

[Robotic sigh. All at once, the threatening stance deflates, the hand that was once jabbed at this stranger now running through his synthetic hair. This stranger. He's...]

Right. You're right. Perhaps I shouldn't have had such high expectations of you in the first place. Not everyone can immediately roll into improv like--

[Oh. There's that girl again.

...she's so dedicated.

Mettaton shakes his head and leans down toward the two humans, still practically towering over them. They're so small! It's charming.]

Really, now. I honestly appreciate how much effort you're putting into this scene, but it's over now. We've cut!

[Siiiiiigh.]

...How's the tongue, darling? Are you alright?

[moneyman]

[ ...well, he definitely wasn't going to let Mettaton kiss him, but he appreciates her warning. he glances over his shoulder to check on Maya; the fact that she's talking seems to indicate that her tongue is relatively unharmed. so... there's that, at least.

anyway, now that it's clear he's not going to get robo-murdered, he stands a little taller as Mettaton seems to chill out. his expression falls a bit as he's accused of being incompetent, but he already knows that, so eventually he just chills out himself. improv? of course he's no good at that.

he didn't sign up for this. ]

—"Cut?" So this was all just... part of the show, or whatever? [ wow, he feels stupid. he turns fully around to face Maya now, looking pretty apologetic. ] I, uh... sorry. For making this even weirder, somehow.

[feytality]

M-My tongue is just fine where it is, thanks!

[The giant sexy dishwasher is coming for them all, and he's still hellbent on cutting out her tongue]

[Maybe? This is such a rollercoaster]

Huh... What are you talking about?

[She tries to duck behind Vaughn when he turns around to look at her, evidently still worried about Mettaton, but her eyes widen]

A SHOW?!

[Somehow, she's the most shocked person here??]

[ex_mettacrusher33]

I- [He actually seems taken aback for once. Attempting to placate the two humans, Mettaton rests a hand against the nerdy human's shoulder and... simply holds up the other toward the girl.

Chill.]

Yes, I know. It sounds insulting to call it that; you were very good. But. Alas. Call a rose a rose and all that.

[What else could she possibly mean?

And why not offer this nerdy human a comforting smile?]

It's alright, darling. There's always next time!

[moneyman]

[ now that Mettaton isn't "dying" or approaching him accusingly, he doesn't seem so bad after all. obviously he just has a flair for the dramatic. the very dramatic, perhaps, but as someone who's not-so-secretly a bit of an adrenaline junkie himself, Vaughn's just about the last person who should be giving Mettaton shit about any of this.

plus, the guy's a robot. he was programmed to be like this, obviously. ]

Next time? [ why is he suddenly feeling totally okay with this? ] I thought you said I sucked?

[ he's also aware Maya is still trying to hide behind him, but he's not going to stop her. he can't blame her for being completely weirded out. like, at all. ]

[feytality]

Wait, if this was all a show...

[Maya suddenly pops out behind her terrible hiding place as this sinks in. So, he was just pretending to be dying, and just pretending he wanted a kiss, and just pretending he was going to cut off her tongue? Her panic, the tongue situation, it was all for a show?!]

[That's.... that's...]

[AWESOME.]

[Maya's doing a complete 180 from confused and scared to right back to excited fast enough to make someone's head spin]

Does that mean... THAT I'M A STAR?!

[This might be worse]