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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[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.