first one to make that doctor who joke loses

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Who: Everyone! All of you!
Broadcast: Maybe!
Action: Definitely!
When: Anytime during the toxic moon event!

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[boy oh boy, isn't everyone just so excited to explore this... charming... place...?

this is a game-wide mingle and the timeframe isn't super-important, so throw in with whatever you want! play war games, go shopping for gas masks, get lost in the wilderness, hide up in the Iskaulit and refuse to set foot on the moon, anything goes.

here's the main event info post for reference! have fun!]

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Theon Greyjoy

[reek]

A. Arrival

[ At first, Theon is loathe to wear the gas mask. It looks sinister, as if could become a permanent part of his face if he wears it for too long, but stubborn though he may be, it only takes an hour wandering about on the moon and a feeling reminiscent of seasickness change his mind.

The mask goes on, but Theon's first plan of action is to approach one of the mask merchants. As he explores, you'll find him wearing the typical black mask, but now painted with golden krakens.

Yes, he really coughed up what little money he had just to have krakens painted onto his mask. This is the type of guy you're dealing with. ]

B. War Games
[ Being dragged into the war games is one thing Theon doesn't mind in the beginning. It helps him to think less about what's happened at home, and he's happy enough to lend his hand to the boxing or wrestling or even the paintball matches, his laughter muffled by the mask every time he scores a win or hits a target.

But the board games, which he seems to be roped into most often, leave him yawning, and even here where he has more room to breathe, Theon is quick to anger. After the tenth game and tenth loss in a row, his fuse runs short. He roughly grabs his opponent by the mask and draws them in closer, meaning to give them a piece of his mind when it comes to this idea of "war games". Before he gets the opportunity, he's pulled to his feet and thrust into a ring of bystanders, a light foam bat placed into his hand.

He only laughs, and puts his best weapon to use instead: his mouth. ]

You don't even know war. Perhaps you should reconsider your definition, before you're forced to experience the real thing.

C. Wildcard
[ Choose your own adventure, or find him on the Paisley during meals and such. ]

1/2

[theroadwarrior]

["--before you're forced to experience the real th--"]

[theroadwarrior]

[Max shoves the top of his bat at the man's face to shut him up.

......... Guess who broke rules earlier and got shoved into this mess.

^^^ This guy.]

[reek]

[ Oh.

Oh.

Truth be told, Theon has been preoccupied with raging about such silly things being called "war games" that he hadn't actually expected retaliation. Surprise indeed. He takes a step back, looking irritated, but doesn't retaliate just yet. ]

Are you really going to take part in this child's play?

[ Or are you just going to grunt at him Max ]

[theroadwarrior]

[... He shrugs.

And then swings his bat at the guy's head, apparently unperturbed and used to such things; also, he's not a fan of talking. BATTER UP, MY FRIEND.]

[reek]

[ Somehow, Theon manages to scramble quickly enough to duck Max's swing. Apparently, that is a yes, which means Theon is now forced to partake as well, lest he be marked as craven. ]

Have you nothing better to do with your time?

[ Rolling his eyes, he takes up his own bat and swings. How silly they both must look. ]

[theroadwarrior]

[Max blocks the bat roughly with a grunt.]

Do you?

[reek]

[ No. The answer is no, but why admit to that when you can lie instead? ]

Of course.

[ He lets out a huff of laughter, because this is pointless and how can a winner even be chosen when no one can be hurt? Come on, Max. Get mad. It's your name. ]

And I would be happy to go about it if you would stand down.

[ But he still swings the bat again anyway and hopes for the best. ]

B. kiss kiss darling <3

[complicatedliar]

[Perhaps Theon notices a familiar face in the spectators, clapping with slow, deliberate sarcasm.]

Yes, do tell them how you bring war upon them. Give them those fierce eyebrows.

bffl reuinited at long last

[reek]

[ There is little that will currently set Theon off more than Loki's smug face. He's already had a fool made out of himself once, but who cares about that? That was then, this is now. Theon is a stubborn young man, and what's stopping him from wringing his new favorite person's totally unprotected neck? Absolutely nothing. ]

Why don't I deliver it upon you instead?

[ He tosses the useless bat aside and lunges forward, only to be reeled back in an instant by the crowd as he swears and spits loudly, hurling every half formed insult he can think of in Loki's direction.

Good game, Theon. No points. ]

oh god theon you precious thing

[complicatedliar]

Let him come, let him come. [Loki plays to the crowd, smiling, bowing, giving them little waves.]

He's very asymmetrical, don't you think? Shall I help him with that?

isn't he tho

[reek]

[ He is a bit asymmetrical, unfortunately. While waiting for Loki's masterpiece to grow back in, he's gotten into the habit of either hiding his mismatched eyebrows with his hair, hiding himself all together, and sometimes even drawing the missing eyebrow in on his own. He's gotten rather good at it, but it doesn't make him feel any less humiliated. He can't bring himself to hate his father or his sister for how they humiliated him, but he can hate Loki.

At Loki's word, the crowd allows Theon to pull free, though he's so surprised that he doesn't seem to know exactly what to do next. So he laughs instead. ]

Come near me and I'll thin your neck out for you. I think it will make you look significantly more godly.

[ He tilts his head, pretending to actually consider Loki. He would smirk if anyone could see it through the mask. ]

It would be an improvement.

his cute wittle face

[complicatedliar]

[Loki laughs.]

Always how it is with you. Come near me, and... or I will... but never do. All bark and no bite, puppy.

[Loki spreads his hands.]

Here my neck is, defenseless and waiting your hands.

[Go ahead, Theon. Try to fight with the god of fighting dirty.]

A

[nedstarksbastard]

[Jon's hanging out at that very same mask merchant, and he's pretty fast with what he picks--it's nothing fancy, but it does what it's supposed to do, and it's a plain black, no decorations whatsoever. He's also idly perusing through the other options, but then he spies a very familiar face.

Oh no. Oh no why--

He's just going to pay up for the mask, turn on his heel, and walk briskly away. He's not in the mood for a fight, and he's pretty sure that's what he'll get going up against Greyjoy, so it's best that he gets out of here.

It is highly likely he's not going to get out of here as fast as he'd like, though.]

[reek]

[ That's the thing about a custom mask. You have to wait for it to be finished, and that means a bit of hanging around. Theon, of course, intends to make use of every minute and every ounce of control he's been offered, hovering over the poor merchant's shoulder to be certain every kraken is painted perfectly.

Lucky him, he also catches sight of Jon before he can exit the shop. Well, this should make for a good day. ]

Come to make a fool of yourself a second time, Snow?

[ And there's that typical Greyjoy smile. They were both made fools of last time. Theon knows it, but he would much rather ignore that for the sake of poking a bit more fun at Jon. ]

[nedstarksbastard]

[U G H. There goes the rest of Jon's day, right down the drain. He lets out a long breath, then turns around.]

I came to buy a mask. That's it. [There's a slight chance he might be able to leave in the next few minutes. Probably. Hopefully. He still has other things he has to do, he really doesn't have time for this.

(He most definitely has time for this.)]

[reek]

[ There goes the rest of Jon's day, and here comes the rest of Theon's day. He was hoping for a bit more excitement than suffering through board games with ancient old men. Granted, annoying Jon has its entertainment limits as well, but those limits take awhile to pass. ]

Do you have the coin for that? Or were you just expecting someone to take pity on you?

[ Please say pity, please say pity... ]

You do have a face that evokes pity, Snow.

[nedstarksbastard]

Strange, I thought that was your face. Is that why you're getting your mask decorated, so you don't get pitied half as much?

[He managed not to sass him for about a whole minute. That's--kind of an achievement in itself, right? After all, this is Greyjoy.]

As for myself, I paid for it. [It's pretty cheap anyways, considering it's just a boring black.]

B;;

[reconstitution]

[ ...Did you just fucking-- Can you believe this shit? Honestly, Theon is lucky he didn't get sucker punched in the damn throat.

Winter spins the bat in his metal hand, the plates shifting to accommodate its movement. This is what he gets for breaking a rule, apparently. The bat is far too light, but this way, no one will get substantially hurt. ]

I was made from it. [ Come at me, bro. ]

[reek]

[ He can only believe this shit because he says this shit. Someone should really write down some of the stuff he says and reiterate it to him later so he knows how stupid he sounds all the time.

Needless to say, he's a bit surprised and just a little confused when his opponent (with the lovely metal arm) actually makes as if he's going to retaliate. What sort of fight is anyone expecting from soft bats?

Theon is a good actor, though. He puts on his smile, no matter how little of it can actually be seen through the mask, and chuckles, shrugging Winter off as if he doesn't feel the lest bit intimidated by him. ]

You'll be happy to prove it, then.

[ Theon, sweetheart, you don't even know what you're getting yourself into. ]

B Wargames - late tag is late

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[Robb cannot help a triumphant smile when he has beat his opponent. He is not particularly fond of boardgames but he likes to approach them in a strategical way. His opponent and him have not exchanged much words but Robb finds himself quite surprised when the other grabs his mask and tries to pull him close.

With an annoyed growl Robb manages to break free and adjusts his mask immediately.

Of course. There could only be one bloody lackwit who'd say such things without using his head.]

Do tell me about war, it would be a bloody shame if I'd miss those wise words of yours.

shhh i will take this tag and cherish it

[reek]

[ Theon is taken by surprise at first, somewhat shocked by the familiar voice behind the mask. Of course. Of course it would be Robb. His anger flares immediately, and he wants so badly to rip the mask off of his old friend's face and give him another black eye just to shut him up.

But he refrains, trying to calm himself with a smirk that no one can see and a muffled laugh. ]

I've wiser words for you yet, Stark. War should not be put in the hands of a child. You and I know that from experience, don't we?

[ Theon's words are cruel and spiteful, but there's a touch of melancholy behind them. Things would have never taken the turn they did if Robb hadn't been given the power of a king. ]

bestow all your love upon it

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[Robb has no desire to die in this poisonous air and he keeps his mask on. Gods be good, that he did not notice this before!]

I started the war. Child or not. [It is a simple and curt answer. If Theon wants to chide him for his age, well, it is not that he can sink any lower at this point.] I called upon the North out of my own free will. And they answered that call and thus a war came.

[And in a way Robb does not regret it. He could not forgive himself to sit by idly while the Lannisters tried to take Riverrun while his lord father got branded a traitor.]

You know of that, not?

love and rudeness only

[reek]

[ As much as he would like to rip the mask from Robb's face, he refrains. He only wants to hurt Robb, not to kill him. ]

I don't need to be told what happened. I was there just the same as you, was I not?

[ Theon had put a certain amount of blind faith in Robb as a leader back then, being one of the first to pledge his loyalty and bend the knee. Now he's grown so bitter and inundated by his own self-loathing, he's almost forgotten. All he wants to do is fight, really, to punch Robb in the face until he listens and actually admits that he understands. ]

Until you sent me home.

[ It was a mistake. One of your biggest. ]

Surely your lady mother had something to say about that decision. Did she question you about it when she was tucking you in at night? Or did she tell you stories about the old wars to lull you to sleep instead?

[ More cruelty seeping into his voice even still, and he's obviously sneering beneath that mask. Someone needs to go cool off and calm down. ]

the best friendship

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[This is going to be another tedious meeting and it annoys him even more now there are all these people standing around them.]

Is it so? I cannot recall.

[Robb straightens his back and shoulders, looking like a very stiff young man as he does.]

Gods be good, just say what you want to say. I do not have the time to listen to such rambling.