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!]

Comments

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[Robb makes haste, very aware of his vulnerable position. His brother might as well be hiding and taking aim at that same moment.

He stiffens when he hears something close by. A twig snapping, some rustling. No, this isn’t the best idea that ever sprouted from Robb Stark’s head but maybe he could turn this into an advantage for himself.]

I hear you, Jon.

[It is a soft whisper and he is not sure if his brother can hear it but he manages to jump down again right before the paint explodes just above his head.

Still, the landing could’ve been more graceful. It is never pleasant to land on his ass.]

Missed me!

[After those words he ducks down and reaches for his gun, grinning broadly.]

You need to do better, Jon!

[nedstarksbastard]

[Nah, Jon doesn't hear it--he's not so near as to be able to--but he does see Robb jumping down before the paint hits, and it takes Jon all his will to hold in a particularly venomous curse.

Seven hells.

Right. As much as he wants to yell back, staying silent and keeping the element of surprise on his side is his best bet of getting out of here unscathed, so he ducks behind a tree, mentally berating himself all the while, and takes stock of his surroundings.

Trees. There's a lot of trees around, he can use those as cover. Do better, Jon, Robb had said. Of course he'll do better, he has to if he plans on winning this.]

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[Robb stays low now, his heart beating fast with some silly sort of anticipation. It almost feels as if they’re at Winterfell and everything is perfectly normal. Okay, except for the ships and space and these paint-ball-guns. He figures Jon would hide behind one of those trees. It is what he would do as well but gods which one? And how to draw his brother out?

Finally Robb finds himself crawling on his stomach through the tall grass to find shelter behind a fallen tree. After that he moves to a squat, the barrel of the paint gun resting on the trunk of the tree.]

It is just like at Winterfell, isn’t it, Jon?!

[Robb trusts his evading and ducking skills enough to give his position away. If only to draw Jon out. All he needs is a dot of dark hair and a long, frowny face.]