February Event: To Dye For

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FEBRUARY EVENT: TO DYE FOR

Who: Anyone and everyone!
What: A simple paint job
When: February 18th - 23rd
Where: Primarily Ensō
Warnings: Mark your content as necessary!

That's What the Water Gave Us

Most information can be found on the OOC plotting post! In the meantime, feel free to use this log as a catch-all for your efforts to paint the town; whether you do it in teams or solo, or if you're just going to be a curmudgeon who ends up getting doused with neon glitter through no fault of your own.

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Some useful links, for reference:

[ ♆ ] OOC Event Post
[ ♆ ] Team Sign-Ups, if you're interested in trying to douse Ensō in any particular color with friends
[ ♆ ] Team Rewards, if your team coats a significant part of Ensō in your chosen color and wants a reward for their efforts

...let us know if your character, for any reason, happens to die during this event. Hopefully this won't be necessary, unless someone here is fatally allergic to ink. Hence, death penalties will not be reduced, because anyone who perishes from a simple inking probably has it coming.

Event Timeline

[ ♆ ] February 18th: The mana pools gain a function that allows them to double as pools of ink, facilitating their use in painting the island over.
[ ♆ ] February 20th: The monthly Storytelling occurs.
[ ♆ ] February 23rd: The mana pools lose their inkpot function, leaving behind only whatever ink you might have saved.

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d or something, we're wildcarding this biz

[lesbeau]

[Beau doesn't fully expect to get hunted on home turf. Naturally, the Nein Hut is entirely covered in purple, since all three of them are rallying behind a tiny girl with a cat entourage. Beau is starting the morning with some stretches, getting ready to spend the day slugging down some assholes, and fairly unsuspecting of anyone attacking her.

Sometimes she forgets Legion even lives on this islet. She's about to pay for that mistake.]

[forwearemany]

(Their cottages aren't far from each other. A single house lies in between, completely empty and perfect for them to hide.

This is exactly what they do: early in the morning, before many of the organic residents have awakened, they set up, stocking two guns and three buckets of blue white ink. Then they sit inside the doorway, and wait.

When she emerges, they wait for her to come fully into view, then fire.)

[lesbeau]

[She's unfortunately not armed, due to the aforementioned unsuspecting nature of it all, but fortunately she's damn quick and very, very good at tracking incoming projectiles. Beau's eyes shoot open and she just barely moves to the left, the paintball going just a hair past her and splattering onto their (now purple) house.

Beau's eyes follow it there, and back, and then yells out.]

Hey! I fuckin' see you!

[Wait shit she isn't armed-- fuck! She ducks for no reason, just something to try and avoid what's happening, before breaking into a dead sprint around the house to retrieve some weaponry and paint.]

[forwearemany]

Acknowledged.

(They don't try to leave, instead merely checking to make sure that their ink buckets are right where they want them: inside the doorway and off to the side, easy for Legion to reach but not particularly visible for someone approaching from outside the house.

They have missed, but that is acceptable. There are other methods for achieving a "kill".

They wait.)

[lesbeau]

[Oooh, the cocky little sucker. Even if she's not being shot at, she ducks and weaves her way to a gun, ducking behind the far wall. She's not trained in dealing with firearms at all, but she's picked up a few things.]

What do you want with me anyway!

[She yells, but she's already moving again, trying to get in range of them to fire.

She has no idea how trained they are, how fruitless this effort is going to be. But damn is she trying.]

[forwearemany]

(The doorway is excellent cover: when she shoots, they are able to quickly duck out of sight.

Whenever they break cover, it is to unleash a volley of ink with near perfect accuracy.)

We are in competition with the Drifter. You were given as a target.

[lesbeau]

[Beau is damn good at dodging, but mostly because she's good at catching projectiles. This is much harder in the grand scene of things, because shots of paint are messy and obvious and respectfully, Legion is way better at this than her. And sadly, with a dex check of 2, she utterly fails. Legion peppers her with a large amount of shots, and she stops to look down at herself and then yell back at them.]

What the fuck! What did I do for that! I'm gonna fuckin'--

[And now she's just running right for where the shots are coming from to deal with this with her fists... like she solves most problems.]

[forwearemany]

Recommendation: ask the Drifter.

(Are they possibly trying to see if they can get their targets to take revenge against the person who named them? Yes.

When Beau charges, they duck behind the doorway again, only to emerge with a bucket of ink that they immediately proceed to throw at her.)

Mission accomplished.

[lesbeau]

[She really should have seen that coming, like, truly. Except Beau is not a forethought person, so she takes the bucket right to the face.

Except... she also doesn't stop moving.

Beau gets hit and continues running forward, trying to shoulder-check Legion and slam them to the ground. On one hand, it would be a decent plan if Legion were human. On the other, they are not. But she will certainly hit them as hard as possible as she spits paint out of her mouth.]

You're not done with me--

[Well that's gonna hurt.]

[forwearemany]

(Well, hope she likes slamming into something hard that weighs almost 400 lbs.

With an explosion of startled chatter, Legion moves back in an attempt to avoid or at least lessen a collision.

They do not, however, get slammed to the ground.)

[lesbeau]

[Yeah, there's no way she's gonna do anything with that, but the thing about Beau is that she will certainly, absolutely try. She tries to slow a bit while they move, but all it succeeds in her doing is a stumble and then a whap like a handful of spaghetti hitting a wall as she clangs right into them. Beau stumbles back after the impact, obviously stunned, but... at least there's some new paint from her dripping front on their body, now.

She points with a little bit of a laugh.]

There, see... got you...

[She holds out a hand, searching for the nearest wall to lean on and right her head. Ow.]

[forwearemany]

(They look down at themselves.)

Yes. However, we doubt the viability of this strategy.

(In a real fight, it seems like trying that would harm her and not them. Speaking of...)

You are undamaged?

[lesbeau]

[It would and does. Beau finds something stable in the doorframe to hold onto while she shakes her head, trying to brush off the aftereffects of running headfirst into 400 pounds of Space Steel.]

It's-- it's fine, I take... take hits like this all the time.

[She just needs a minute.]

What are you made of, shit.

[forwearemany]

As stated previously: Our exterior shell is 75% polymer.

Internal support structures are composed of metal alloys.

(In other words, they're made of hard uncomfortable materials that squishy organics should probably avoid running into.)

[lesbeau]

[She has no idea what polymer is, but she'll nod along like she does. Honestly, the only word she understood out of that was 'metal', so she's just gonna go with 'it's metal'.]

Cool. Great, whatever, don't-- hover around me or whatever, that's weird.

[Beau grumbles, blinking with her eyes off-sync as she steadies.]

You said the Drifter put you up to this? I'm gonna get them back so hard.

[forwearemany]

Acknowledged.

(They back up.)

You were one of the targets they designated.

(Oh good, they were hoping she'd do that.

...When it comes to competitive games, Legion can be kind of a dick.)

[lesbeau]

Is there some kinda prize?

[Maybe she'll steal it, out of pure spite. If it's a tangible thing. She could maybe get in on the game and win fair and square, but she's not very good at fair or square.]

Or were you two just getting into a dick measuring contest for fun?

[forwearemany]

(A short burst of awkward chatter.)

Error: This unit does not have a "dick".

(That's probably more information than Beau ever wanted to know.)

[lesbeau]

[She just gives him the most blank, deadpan look she has ever delivered.]

Thanks. That was absolutely the point of all that.

[If she wasn't a lesbian before, she sure is now.]

[forwearemany]

(...Headtilt.)

[lesbeau]

[She just throws her hands in the air and turns around.]

Alright, I'm out, bye neighbor who shot me! I'm gonna go back to bed!

[And off she goes.]

[forwearemany]

Acknowledged. Goodbye.

(And this isn't their house, so off they go as well!)