The Water Fight Meme

[teenyoda]

THE WATER FIGHT MEME

It's summer. It's fairy world. It's hot. No matter what world you're from, what court you're from, you need to cool down. The King and Queen of both courts have agreed to a truce and members of both courts, no matter where they previously were, will find themselves in a clearing in the middle of an unknown forest. There is a dais up that is warded that both sets of monarchs sit upon and a herald is brought forth to announce the terms:

• Both courts will have ample supplies of both water balloons and water pistols.
• There will be 'stations' where one can refill their supplies.
• As tech does not work here, supplies will have to be refilled magically.
• Reach a station and say aquius to refill your water guns and aquius arcus to get a refurbished supply of water balloons.
• There is no reward or punishment for participating or not participating other than the fun involved in a water fight.
• Participants are welcome to go after their opposing courts or members of their own courts.
• Teams can consist of any/all court members.
• The fight will last until dusk, when all parties will be allowed a short feast before being returned to their previous positions in the world.

That's it. Those are the rules. Make a top level comment and state whether you'd like to play one on one or in a team. Or both. Enjoy your day of rest, Drabwurld.

Comments

Stiles Stilinski

[teenyoda]

{Open to one on one and teaming up. Will always be happy to go on a team that beats the crap out of Peter Hale.}

[steeledskin]

Aquius.

[ she speaks slowly and clearly over a transparent yellow pistol and is gratified to see its hollow insides grow heavy with water. the last round of liquid hadn't been spent in any sort of brave stand or grand action; instead, she'd popped its cap and emptied it out on the ground when an 'enemy' had her at balloon-point, and to prove her dedication to peace she'd been compelled to spill her ammo.

for her good faith she'd been rewarded with a balloon breaking over her head. now her red hair was damp and a few pins had come loose -- though she'd tried to fix it as best she could with no polished metal to use for a mirror and no servant to help her. upon giving up that mission, she'd turned to this one: refilling the pistol.

so intent is she upon the act that she does not notice that she's no longer alone at the refill station. ]

[teenyoda]

[Yes, Stiles is there also, refilling a super soaker with a hastily muttered aquius. He looks up when he sees Alayne, grinning like a madman.]

This almost makes up for the whole kidnapping thing. Endless water supply and balloons and soakers?

[He looked at her gun, then down at his. Then back at hers.]

You should really upgrade if you're planning on taking out people today.

[steeledskin]

I'm only aiming to defend myself -- [ she speaks slowly. clearly. and only after the initial surprise of turning her head and seeing him there. sansa pops the tab back into place and gives the pistol a nervous shake. ]

[baseborne]

Stiles has turned his back on the wrong man, if the sudden sensation of a water balloon exploding smack between his shoulder blades is any indication.

When he turns, Jon wears a look of insufferable smugness, holding another watery missile at the ready with casual confidence, though he is my no means dry. "Who was it that said I must needs learn to have fun?"

[teenyoda]

"AH!" Cold. Cold water down his neck, down his back, down his pants. He whirled, looking at Jon with narrowed eyes. "Oh, that would have been me. And I was right. You could do with a little loosening up."

Grinning, he lifted the muzzle of the super soaker he carried, pumping it and smiling like a madman. "In fact, you look a little hot. Let me help cool you down, bro."

SPRAY!

[baseborne]

When the giant water weapon is revealed, the look of smugness is wiped clean off his face, and Jon bolts for the nearby line of trees for cover, though he still gets hit in the back on the way. He secretly appreciates it, though, because he is a little hot, everything here is so much warmer than he's used to and even the water in the balloons is no snowmelt.

"A real man must needs use aim and skill, not such things as that!" he crows from behind the safety of a particularly large trunk while winging the sad little water balloon he'd been holding blindly back towards Stiles for cover and then peeking around it to see if he'd moved before wasting any more ammo.

SANSA STARK » one on one. unless there's a team stark. then she's on it.

[steeledskin]

[ by mid-day, she's probably looking fairly (humiliatingly!) bedraggled from a number of opportunistic water-gunners. or just her sister. but otherwise she is slow on the uptake, a pitifully easy target, and at times seems to take the fight a little too literally -- cowering behind bushes or suddenly shouting her surrender. but once a truce is called, she cannot always be depended upon to honour her word. and she may yet be packing a little transparent pistol up one of those long sleeves.

she will be in better spirits come the feast! who could be upset with so much food? ]

you best believe team stark(ish) is happening

[baseborne]

It's Jon that finds her behind a bush, and he tries not to smile too noticeably at her soaked hair and dress. Arya, he suspects, had much and more to do with the worst of it. Who else could be so cruel to a surrendered foe but an unruly little sister?

He plucks the water gun from her fingers before she can greet him and presses a water balloon there instead. "These 'squirt-guns' are useless, we're not made for such things." He hefts his own water balloon as though to demonstrate their superiority, glancing over the bush they've camped behind. He does smile now, face red from running about and looking none too dry himself, feeling half a boy again (but not in the bad way that such thoughts usually come.) "With these, though..." He draws back, takes aim, and catches some poor combatant square in the back of the head, ducking again as though the bush is some solid place of safety like a well constructed snow-fort might be. "They're like snowballs. I've seen you win a snowball fight."

gosh darnit. i mean. excellent.

[steeledskin]

At first, she gasps. A sudden sharp draw of breath into her lungs when she fears she's been found. But a glance upwards assures her that it's only Jon; a second thunder of her heart reminds her that she is happy to see him. Easily, she surrenders the pistol. And obediently, she takes the balloon.

"Snowballs," she repeats -- chirrups his advice, as if saying it in her own voice makes it more solid. More believable. But then Sansa is passing the balloon from palm to palm and remembering that he isn't wrong. During summer snows, she'd been known to play just as slyly as the rest of them. Today, that girl comes back to life -- if just for an afternoon.

Emulating her half-brother, she peeks over the shrub's edge and -- oh! A target. Her eyes catch Jon's before she dares throw. "Now?" She whispers, asking his permission before she lets loose the water-drops of war.

[fairyfoes]

[ A few fairies ponderously aloft carrying water balloons all pledge themselves to her defense! How shall she direct them. ]

Waver Velvet/Lord El-Melloi II

[gordianknots]

[Regardless if he's one on one or a part of a larger team, Waver's got his irritatingly long hair pulled back and swept into a bun, his usual red coat is gone, and he has somehow acquired an alarming amount of water balloons that he's attached to a belt.]

[fairyfoes]

[A fairy promptly drops a small water balloon on him from overhead!]

[gordianknots]

[Oh good, that water isn't freezing this time. Waver's hand goes right for the water balloon belt, but he stops when he realizes that it's a faerie that did that. A balloon might be a poor idea.]

Practicing hand-eye co-ordination it is.

[And with that, Waver takes out the water gun, gives it a few good pumps, takes aim, and fires!]

[childofthemusic]

[ But that hair is so long and pretty, and this little one wants to pull it out of the bun, except that would be most impolite. So instead he'll creep up as quietly as elflings do (which would be a lot quieter if he could stop giggling) and fling a water balloon. Hi? ]

[gordianknots]

[Congratulations, you've hit Waver's backside! And have caused him to spin around, gun at the ready.

Not that he's actually going to squirt a small child without fair warning, but, you know, give him a second to process.]

Not a bad throw.

jason grace

[oursavinggrace]

[anything goes. he might be on his own, he might be siding with friends or the other demigods, he might shoot a comrade in the back once it's turned. all is fair in a water fight, and this is the one arena where his loyalties can't be counted on.

for the most part, though, he's gonna be totally cheap and stay aloft, hovering high above and dropping water balloons on the heads of those least suspecting it. bombs away...]

[gordianknots]

[Waver's not fast enough to move out of the way of a falling water balloon, and he's completely drenched for his trouble.]

Good lord--!

[That water is cold.]

[oursavinggrace]

[sorry bro, your only answer for the moment is laughter from overhead, well out of range of any water guns because, let's be honest, who wants to risk a counterattack? especially when utilizing such a cheap tactic to begin with.]

Jon Snow | can be convinced to team up, but will default to playing dirty 1-on-1

[baseborne]

Jon forsakes any and all water pistols. They're strange and unwieldy, and a lifetime in Winterfell winning (and losing, though you'll not hear him admit to that) snowball fights have trained him well to wield water balloons like fistfuls of snow, with a bit of unerring accuracy, and a complete lack of mercy. He's utterly soaked, himself, though how much of that was purposeful on his part to abate the oppressive heat is up for debate (all of it, he might insist, though that's hardly true.)

He can be found perched up on the sturdier branches of trees near the edges of the clearing, dropping water bombs down on the unsuspecting, or he might be camping behind bushes lamenting his lack of ability to construct a reliable snowfort for a shield, either way he spends the afternoon actually acting his age for once. Who knew all it took was some southron weather and a game that reminds him of childhood?

Maglor | Silmarillion

[childofthemusic]

[ Don't ask why he's bitty okay, just accept it the mun couldn't persuade him to do this as a grownup but there is a teeny little elfling with Maglor's bright eyes sneaking around with a water balloon in his hands. ]

Re: Maglor | Silmarillion

[devotedqueen]

[Tiny elf tiny elf tiny elf. He's just so small and adorable, it's hard to believe he is actually Maglor]

Maglor?

[Her white-gold tunic and armor are gone, replaced with a sky blue dress, the material thick but loose on her form. Behind her back, she has her own water balloon in her hands and the smile on her lips is nothing short of mischievous]

=D

[childofthemusic]

[ Tiny elf with a brilliant smile, and no evidence whatsoever of grief or shadows, bright as a sparkling jewel ]

I'm not Maglor, Cano's name is Makalaure! [ Who talks in third person and is staring up in awe at the pretty lady ]

Lady your hair is very pretty!

[knavishness]

[Will is decidedly NOT happy with the current situation. It's not that he's a spoil-sport, but a man does have to keep some kind of dignity even in this crazy place. He's taken to hiding relaxing under a tree in an out of the way area, hoping that he can keep out of the way until this mess is finished]

[childofthemusic]

[ Alas, poor Will, his lack of enjoyment is about to be made worse? There's no sound of footsteps to betray him, no rustle of the leaves in the tree - Noldo Makalaure may be, and no Woodelf, but an Elf is still an elf, and this tree is only too glad to aid this bright light in his mischief. The only warning Will gets is a soft musical giggle, then there's a tiny bundle that drops from the tree to land in his lap, watergun held at ready to blast him. A tiny bundle with Maglor's bright eyes. ]

Caught you!