event } that was easy

[seeingyou]

WHO: All y’all who feel like playin’.
WHAT: MARKER TAG
WHERE: On Navi.
WHEN: Jan. 17-31
WARNINGS: Use ‘em in your threads if needed! And if you end up getting a marker punched through your skull, please report it on the death page.

Something weird is afoot.

Everywhere you look, you’ll find piles of markers, all shapes and sizes and colors. And without explanation, you may find yourself overcome with a deeply competitive impulse to win. Win what? Why, a classic game of marker tag, of course. Why is this happening? Who cares! If affected, the only thing you’ll care about is marking your target.

This "game" will be played out in one-hour increments. For that hour, one person will be the target, and the rest of the ship's affected passengers will have an innate sense of who their target is. Anyone not "it" will chase the target character with the aim of placing a mark on them. Once a target has been marked by another character, the impulse to chase will fade, until the next target is selected at the start of the next hour. Target characters will remain targets until the end of their hour or until they have been marked by all participating characters. After that hour, the game starts all over again with a new target.

Sure hope those marks wash off in the shower!

Comments

[betterhavemammoney]

[Come on, Murmur, it's just a compulsion. They came over demons all the time, why question it? It's much more fun to just surrender, and what's the harm in marker tag?]

It is so necessary! You --

[Mammon yelps and immediately skitters out of the way, rounding the corner behind Murmur instinctively and wincing as he realizes he's backed himself into a corner. He chuckles nervously.]

Hey, ya wanna put that thing down for a second?

[albatrossomen]

[Because he's an angel and compulsions are not great when they're involved? This is not fun, it's horrible. He hates it. It's not the tag it's the lack of choice in the matter!]

[Heh heh heh, bad move Mammon. Murmur positions himself to block the only exit, ready to strike with his green marker. He'd use his wings but... still keeping that secret for now.]

No, I don't think I do.

[Now with Mammon less able to get away he strikes out again to try to green up Mammon's arm. ]

[betterhavemammoney]

[True, angelic compulsions tend to be terrible. "Kill someone who broke a rule." "Destroy this civilization because its leader is a heretic." All the more reason that a harmless game of marker tag should be enjoyed! ...Preferably in some manner that allows Mammon to win!]

Hey, take it easy!

[Not that he expects Murmur to listen. Even as he says it he switches to demon form. Neither that nor his attempt to dodge stops the marker from sliding up his jacket sleeve, but it means the ink is much less visible on black rather than camel-colored leather.]

[albatrossomen]

[If a city needs to be turned to salt to make an example of the population or all the first born sons executed, well... it's an angel who does the job. So no! He won't enjoy it! Because there are bigger and more worrying implications Mammon!

That and angels can get a little... overzealous when they're experiencing compulsions.]

[Success! Small success, hardly satisfying, he's going to have to try again. That demon form shift is cheating, but Murmur doesn't yet bring out his wings. He doesn't care if Mammon shows himself, Murmur will remain reserved.]

Fair play? I sincerely doubt you would offer the same to me.

[Another swipe, he's trying to get his hand, somewhere a little more visible.]