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. ]

[teenyoda]

That's not how you water fight, Alayne. Here, have some balloons.

[Aquius arcus was uttered and balloons appeared on the ground by his feet. He bent to pick some up and handed them over to her.]

Throw them at people. It's just water. It can't actually hurt anyone. It's hot. This is a great way to just... relax and cool down while having fun.

[steeledskin]

[ with care, she lifts the first balloon out of stiles's hand and juggles its plump shape in her palm. testing its weight; trying to imagine herself hurling it across a field.

sansa shakes her head. ] A lovely thought. But I don't believe I need to relax--

[ she says, being possibly the most bestest candidate for a need-to-relax label in the whole damn place. ]

[teenyoda]

[Stiles fixed her with a look.]

Um, yes. Yes you do. Come on, throw it. Just... aim for that tree over there.

[He pointed at a tree not too far off and lobbed a balloon of his own at it. It burst in a spray of water and he did a victory fist-pump.]

[steeledskin]

[ she looks at stiles. and then to the tree. and once again to stiles.

her shoulders lift. wordlessly, sansa offers him her pistol for safe-keeping. ]

[teenyoda]

[He takes the pistol, waiting for her back to turn, then fires it at her, looking completely innocent as he does.]

[steeledskin]

[ and she takes her task so seriously! with a drawn expression, she turns to the tree. she lifts her arm...! and (after a moment and after stiles's actions resolve themselves in her understanding) she shrieks, twisting suddenly back to face him. water -- unnaturally cold due to its magical source -- drips down the collar of her stiff dress. ] Y-you...!

[ for a moment she looks hurt. as if she had only anticipated that stiles could be her ally, and not an impish traitor. but with the balloon in hand, she feels a stirring of her old life upon her: of snowball fights in winterfell's great shadow.

and so as easily as she might have thrown a ball of snow at arya, she hurls the light pink water-balloon. for the barest moment, a flicker of genuine effort and competition appears in her expression. give her three seconds and she'll be inconsolably apologetic -- but for now? she tries to hit him. ]

[teenyoda]

[He doesn't make much of an effort to move, wanting a little cool down and hoping that a little fun is exactly what the doctor ordered for her. It hits him in the chest, exploding and spraying water over his face and shoulders. He laughs and hefts her pistol, then a balloon.]

Nice shot. Now, the question is, should I give you back your itty bitty gun to try to get even... or just douse you?

[So many choices....]

[steeledskin]

[ her shoulders settle. and in a smooth snap, her body fits back into its customary rigidity. back straight; hands folded at her waist. ] You will be courteous, of course -- [ she speaks with only the barest barely-there glimmer of challenge. fun and fear are at war in her heart, and it makes for a strange mixture of signals. ]

[teenyoda]

Oh, will I?

[He's smiling, grinning like the imp he is before he nods and hands her back her pistol. And the balloon. He had his super soaker, after all. She had no chance.]

Come on, Alayne. Take your best shot.

[steeledskin]

[ she watches the water drip: her work! she did that. it's a strange sensation to have been the cause of something. the active, intentional cause. sansa slips a finger 'round the pistol's trigger -- an awkward construction, honestly. like a dainty little crossbow that shot water. ]

I'm only a girl -- [ she simpers, knowing that stiles cares little for her only a girl arguments but she tries it all the same. ] You must give me a head start. You will have to count to ten.

[ you know. after she shoots him. it's totally fair. ]

[teenyoda]

[He rolls his eyes, but he's still grinning.]

Five. I'll count to five. But you'd better hustle. I want to see some running, oh redheaded one.

[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.

[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!