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

[steeledskin]

Count slowly! [ she commands -- and she must be feeling a rare brave mood to command anything at all. sansa lifts the pistol and shoots a steady torrent of water at stiles's face. she misses -- of course. she hesitates, but the second shot is better aimed.

it takes her a moment to realize before she's cradling the water balloon in the crook of her arm and gathering her skirts up in fistfuls so she might run into the trees without tripping over petticoats. ]

[oursavinggrace]

[oooohhh shit shit shit shit

this is the time to try fleeing, isn't it]

[gordianknots]

[It really is. And that is one very determined water balloon.]

[oursavinggrace]

[this is not the kind of thing he was prepared from coming from anyone other than a son of neptune or something okay

grab yourself some popcorn bro and enjoy the spectacle that is blonde superman trying to outfly a water balloon]

[gordianknots]

[Waver feels a little bad because it's a dick move to do that to a teenager, but on the other hand, one well placed strike from a water balloon deserves another.]

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.

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?

[baseborne]

Jon nods, more pleased than he can say to see her playing along, to find some of the old light back in her bright Tully eyes. He mouths, "for Winterfell!" the old call that they had for when snowball fights turned into snowball wars in the courtyards, when the children teamed up to bury the unsuspecting members of their father's guard beneath mountains of drifts. It says much that now he's thinking of the tall walls blanketed in shining summer snow, and not the ruined, burnt out husk it must have become.

[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!

[teenyoda]

[He spits the water out of his mouth, looking at her blandly before calling out:]

One.

[He pumps his gun up, giving her a head nod telling her to book it.]

Two.

[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.

[teenyoda]

"A real man walks softly and carries a big fucking gun." He laughs and moves to follow Jon, ducking behind a tree when the balloon is tossed nowhere near him and aiming at the dark head that pokes out to spy him.

It's good to see the other boy laughing, knowing that he's capable of it and can actually enjoy a bit of respite. Means that his job won't be entirely impossible.

[baseborne]

Jon ducks again just in time to avoid the worst of it, though water splashes off the bark and into his face anyway.

He spits it out and throws back: "You would never last in a snowball fight," after a quick aquius arcus has his hands full of balloons again, and he throws two of them at the tree where Stiles is sheltered, and sprints for a different spot himself, one with a better angle on his opponent. "Unless you have some mad snow gun, in your modern world."

[teenyoda]

"You'd be surprised what enterprising young winter dwellers can come up with." Though he knew he'd be creamed because hello, California. It rarely snowed there. He'd be shivering his balls off, too busy trying to keep them from climbing back up into his body to be able to protect himself from projectiles.

But he's chasing off after Jon. This is his sport, after all. Water fight; the fight of teenage boys.

[baseborne]

"Do they?" he asks over his own shoulder, before finding a suitable tree once he realizes that Stiles is giving chase, grabbing onto a low branch with both hands and hoisting himself into it with a great grunt of effort. He's no Bran, no masterful climber of all things, but what kind of boy would he be if he hadn't learned how to scale trees to escape scoldings from his father's guard in his youth? Honestly.

Once perched safely high he summons more balloons and starts dropping them down through the branches to where Stiles yet is; he's dripping and covered in torn leaves and grinning like an idiot. "Go on, try to climb with that in your hands!"

[teenyoda]

"That's what the strap's for, dumbass!" He slings it around his chest, then moves to jump up and reach for one of the branches, soaked by now and dripping water and torn balloon bits like he's shedding them. "I hope you know I'm going to stick this thing up your ass when I get up there."

[baseborne]

Jon lets out a snort of laughter and drops a balloon right down on Stiles' face while he reaches up for a branch. "And I hope you can climb better than you can threaten," he says even as he plants his foot as firmly as he can on a thick branch and uses it to hoist himself even higher.

[teenyoda]

"Oh, I can climb, smarty pants. I can climb and I'll outclimb you and just... You just wait, Sir Laughs-a-lot. We'll see how much you're laughing when you've got water coming out of your nose."

Says the guys blowing water out of his own nose after the balloon had exploded in his face. He paused enough to get a grip on the branch, swinging the gun around and aiming it at the retreating ass above him. SPRAY!

[steeledskin]

"For Winterfell!" She shouts in glee. And the balloon goes sailing sailing sailing from her hand and plops in a satisfying burst against the shoulder of a man who looked more a steward than a warrior. She'd picked him for that fact: he does not wear a sword and he does not look half-likely to retaliate with violence.

But she still feels a jolt of fear when the victim locks eyes with her. Blood freezes. Her breath stops. "J-Jon," she grabs at his hand. "We have to run."

[steeledskin]

Slower than that!

[ she throws a follow-up order over her shoulder, but she's running. she has not run like this since she and dontos had fled the city. but life and death do not hang in this balance: merely dignity and fun. how undignified it must be to be soaked with water -- and yet she cannot quite shake the look of water dripping off the end of stiles's nose.

sansa throws herself bodily behind the wide trunk of a tree and stops -- panting -- to hide. ]

[teenyoda]

Three.

Four...

Five!

[He headed off after her, smirking as he tried to remember which tree she'd hidden behind.]

You're going to have to pay for that, you know. I'm not the only one who's going to be walking out of this soaked, Alayne.

[steeledskin]

[ she does not speak: to speak would be to give away the game; the hiding place; the salvation. and so her mind toes this dangerous line between game and battle. he tells her she will have to pay for her actions -- and inwardly, she shrinks. she wants to run. but a quiet mantra keeps her back pressed tight against the hard bark -- stiles is my friend he does not want to hurt me we are having fun.

she exhales and palms the rubbery balloon. just like a snowball, she reminds herself. just like playing games outside winterfell.

sansa waits. ]

[teenyoda]

[He knew she was around here somewhere. Close. Behind that tree, maybe? Or maybe that one. He squirted one of them, just to see what would happen, poking around another and calling softly.]

Alayyyyyyne.... Come out, come out, wherever you are. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just going to make sure you're soaked from head to foot.