MINGLE: LASER TAG ARENA

[stealshinies]

[Being from Ancient Egypt and all that, seeing the dark, neon-lite laser tag room is enough to make him stumble back in awe. On the wall are vests with a sensor above the heart, as well as a set of guns.

Just beside that is a set of rules that Bakura sure as hell can't read:

EACH PLAYER TAKES ONE VEST AND ITS CORRESPONDING GUN.
DO NOT COVER UP THE SENSOR ON THE VEST.
THE OBJECTIVE OF THE GAME IS TO HIT THE TARGET ON OTHER PLAYERS' VESTS.
WHEN YOU ARE HIT, YOUR GUN WILL TURN OFF.
THE LAST PLAYER STANDING WINS!

Needless to say, he just takes a gun and decides to explore the room.]

((ooc: decided to intro one of the new rooms that I added last week (I'll also add these specifics to the setting page). Anyway, play laser tag with each other, tag around, and have fun! Feel free to handwave your character re-entering the game if you want to keep playing after they've already lost once.

Also, feel free to be a big fat cheater and not play by the rules, if that's how your character rolls! That's the fun of RP, isn't it?))

Comments

[moderndaydragon]

[Lasertaglasertaglasertaglasertaglasertaglasertageeeeeeeeeeee

Karasu's smart enough to go actually grab a dark-colored hoodie to pull up and tuck her hair into, so spotting her that way sure won't be easy. Which is why she's trying to sneak around like some sort of assassin thief, looking for people to catch off-guard and from behind.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[White hair was a common problem in this place. Bakura had thought it over for a moment before returning to the dorms and re-entering the game carrying something dark over his arm.

The vest wasn't meant to be covered up, but like hell he was going to be that obvious; instead, he put the vest on first, before he casually put Malik's dark purple Ghoul's robe on and draw the hood over his hair. He had to tuck it in first, gathering it up, but before long he was quite well disguised beneath the hooded cape. It was a little long though, annoyingly so. The hem was close to tripping him, with Malik being just that little bit taller than him.

Like this, he isn't even remotely recognizable...]

[moderndaydragon]

[Not recognizable at all, but Karasu does recognize that robe. Malik is playing?

...and cheating, apparently. So don't mind her as she creeps up on you, Bakura... and pushes the gun into your back.]

That's cheating, Malik-kun~.

[fluffydeathdealer]

-!

[He knows that voice. He has to hide a grin as he lifts his hands.]

Oh no~ whatever shall I do?

[moderndaydragon]

Bakura-kun?

[She can't resist a giggle at that, but she lowers the gun just enough to not be entirely holding him up.]

Took Malik-kun's cloak, huh?

[fluffydeathdealer]

Of course! My hair stands out a mile in this light, heheh!

[moderndaydragon]

I know that feeling.

[She tugs on the base of the hoodie to indicate her own solution to the problem.]

But I don't cheat~.

[fluffydeathdealer]

I feel so bad about that~ heheh! I guess I could put on the vest over the cloak, but it's such a pain!

[moderndaydragon]

Well how can you play properly if you don't deal with that?

[She's grinning herself now, though, a hand on her hip.]

It doesn't really suit you.

[fluffydeathdealer]

I know! I'm too good looking for this thing~. But it was either that or wrap my head in something.

[Laughing, he tugs the cloak over his head. His hair's a little caught, but he shakes it loose and goes to unfasten the vest. It's like a fountain of white slipping out from there, despite its spikiness.]

Care to give me a hand? I can probably get the vest on over the cloak if you do.

[moderndaydragon]

Could just get a hoodie! I think I had a spare one that was too big.

Sure thing!

[She puts the gun aside for now, going over to help him get the vest on properly.]

I'll give this to you, though, that cloak's hard to see. I almost didn't catch you.

[fluffydeathdealer]

It's not my style. Though neither is the robe.

[It's easy to see why he'd have trouble getting the vest on by himself; the robe is not only too big on him, but kind of awkward to move in.]

...though I'd probably trip less with the damn hoodie.

[moderndaydragon]

[Geeze, how does Malik tolerate this thing? Even just helping him this is kind of difficult.]

Probably. Is Malik-kun really this much taller than you? I never really noticed.

[fluffydeathdealer]

It's not obvious to look at him; we're quite similar in height. It's just a little bit of a difference. It's only really noticeable if I try on his clothes or have to support him.

[moderndaydragon]

I see.

[...There!]

No wonder you put this on under it. At least this is probably good enough to play.

[fluffydeathdealer]

Thanks a lot~! [Lifting his 'gun', he points it at her.]

But you left yourself open!

[moderndaydragon]

Hey!

[Nope, not going down that easy! She'll be trying to outright TACKLE him to avoid getting shot.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Hey-!

[He can't jump as easily as he would usually, and goes down easily, the gun falling from his hand to clatter on the floor.]

[moderndaydragon]

[And she'll be scrambling off him now, going for her own gun to point at him.]

Ah, the tables! They have turned!

[fluffydeathdealer]

Karasu-chan~! You wouldn't shoot me, would you? I was only joking!

[Bakura's grin belies his pleading words.]

[moderndaydragon]

Hmm....

[moderndaydragon]

[Fire!]

Yes. Yes I would.

[fluffydeathdealer]

Heheh... Hahahahahaha! I may be dead now, but you can never finish me off for good!

[moderndaydragon]

Not that I'd want to. If I did that, then how would I ever talk to you again?

[Offering him a hand now, though.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

I'd be pretty sad about it too! Being dead and all.

[Taking her hand, he uses it to get to his feet, though he almost ends up back down due to the robes.]

Damn... How the hell do people wear this shit?