Define 'play fair'?

[the_arachnid]

Hello, residents and guests of the Hargreeves House. It's another day of waking up to something attached to your bedroom door. It's a largish box, containing a single Nerf Gun, one for each person in the room. And a shitload of ammunition, too. Peter's no dummy. He knows full well some of you guys have guests.

And there's a note attached in Peter's precise handwriting, signed with a tiny spider instead of a signature.

Good morning, family and guests. You are now part of a house-wide game of Nerf War. And before you say you aren't, you opened the note. That means, as per the rules of how we've always played this game, you're in.

The other rules are as follows:

No team-ups.
Every Man, Woman and Child (or Child-Shaped Person) for themselves.
Don't aim for the face or anything below the waist.
There are several flags within the house, each with either your name or your number on it. Once you have your flag, you must get it to your mini flagpole in the kitchen. You can steal other peoples flags, but only if it hasn't been placed yet.

If your flag is stolen, you have to wait exactly sixty seconds before you're in play again. Once your flag is placed, you're officially a non-target and can take it easy.


A change to the final rule, which I'm sure will delight everyone involved, Powers are allowed.

Consider this training and practice. Or consider it fun. I don't care.

P.H.



Have Fun, everyone! Peter expects none of the rules to be followed and won't fault anyone for teaming up. He also expects team-ups to end in sudden but inevitable betrayal.

You know, as one does in the Hargreeves house.

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Diego - OTA

[capeandcowling]

Seriously, Peter?
Oh yeah, that ammo is gathered up and Diego slips out of his room. The gun is ignored because he doesn't need that to be accurate.

The first shadow he sees, a bright orange dart tipped with a blue suction cup goes flying down the hall and around the corner.

"Gotcha."

[hellogoodhigh]

There's a sudden yelp of surprise as Klaus is shot right in the middle of his back.
"What the hell- Diego, come on-!"

As far as Klaus is concerned? The rules of this game aren't in his favor. He doesn't have any powers useful for this- and his own beloved brother literally just shot him in the back.

[capeandcowling]

"Oh come on, I didn't hit you that hard," a grin as he sidles up and tucks the dart back in the ammo bag that had been provided. Guns? Who needs 'em? Not this guy.

"Let's go. If we're gonna get those flags we're gonna have to team up." And who does he want on his side? Klaus.

.. yes he really means it too.

Lucy | OTA

[lucky_no_7]

Upon realizing just what the package was, Lucy had quickly shut herself in her room to get properly attired, which was to say: cargo pants and a slouch bag for extra ammo, along with a strap for the gun, just in case she needed her hands for something, because it would be just like Peter to leave her flag somewhere only she or Diego -via parkour- or Five -via powers- could get at it.

She was also a little surprised by the revocation of the usual 'no powers' rule, though figured it was because most of them were adults with arguably better control over their powers than they'd had the last time they played this game.

Once she'd wrangled her hair under a bandanna she was ready to go, kicking off her shoes and taking a moment to listen for any noise in the hall before opening her door just far enough to get through it, watching out for the three creaky spots in the floor between her and the stairs, and heading upstairs instead of down, planning on checking the upper floors for her flag first and working her way down.

The best places to catch her are probably in the library, probably on top of or wedged between shelves.
The Living Room, probably up in Grace's gallery, hidden behind the bar, or under furniture.
The Kitchen, camping out to peg people before they can get their flags hung, hidden in among the glass display cases, or just getting a snack, gotta keep fueled after all.

Eleven: ota

[upsidedowns]

This was just...not something Elle understood at all. What was this weird gun? What was this note about flags and rules? She didn't get it. At all. And she wanted to hide from it, but there was too much laughter and too much fun in the air. And a lot of new words she was learning each time someone swore profusely at being shot.

Her favorite one, so far? Had been 'fuck you, you son of a whoring bastard!' Whoever said that one should feel super good about themselves for teaching a small child how to swear.

But, again, said small child has no idea how to play this game. Thankfully, her flag was easy to find. Someone, she has no idea who, taped it to her door for her. And she knew where the kitchen was, so she was going to run to it, plant her flag and...

Oh...no. Nope. Not gonna make it. Too many people. She's just gonna...hide under the coffee table in the living room and wait for an opportunity to run.

Or help.

[lucky_no_7]

There was a quiet, sharp: "Psst!" From the gallery above, though Lucy herself was out of sight behind the railing, aside from the quick wave she gave to get Elle's attention, "Elle, Elle-y bean. Truce?"

She'd finally spotted her flag -hanging from the mouth of one of the big game heads lining the walls- and she could very nearly see the path Peter had taken to put it where it was just by the disturbed dust alone. But she was going to need a spotter to get to it herself, someone to watch her back so that no one could get a shot at her while she was getting out there and back, and given what she'd seen of Elle's skill so far, she seemed like a viable option.

[upsidedowns]

Elle doesn't hear the 'psst!' but the use of her name does get her attention. She looks around for a moment, eyebrows lowering in confusion until she spots the hand waving and she looks up.

Peeking out carefully from under the table, she gives Lucy a small, cautious wave.

She nods at the word 'truce' and, after checking around more, crawls out from under the coffee table. She has her flag tightly in one hand and the Nerf gun tightly in another and it's a quick but quiet dash to the gallery, stopping long enough to look at the paintings on the wall. She could see why Grace stayed up here a lot. It was beautiful.

Turning to look at Lucy again, she heads over and hides nearby, peeking out briefly to look at the older girl.

What's up, Lucy? She's not going to ask this out loud, but there's a small child wanting to know why she was called.

[lucky_no_7]

Lucy popped up just far enough to be able to cover the door on the off chance anyone came through it while Elle was exposed, and dropped down again at her arrival, giving an easy smile in greeting, not at all bothered by the silence. Instead she just pointed at her flag, "That one's mine. Think you can cover me while I get it?" Her voice was low, just loud enough for Elle to hear without carrying to far, though she did hold a finger to her lips a moment later as a wild chase went tearing down the hallway outside, either two or three others, she couldn't be completely sure with all the yelling.

She waited until it had faded before she continued: "If you can make sure I don't get hit while I get it, I can show you how to get to the kitchen without being seen." Unless, of course, someone was hiding in one of those usually unused staff corridors or through-ways, but she'd worry about that when they got to it, not before.