[network|video] @captaininvincible; young and a menace; Day 341 [open] [cw: language and beyond]

[notaquaman]

[Red lines travel across Nathan's face and what's visible of his body like sweeping blood spatter trails, but if he notices or even cares, he makes no indication. Instead, he rubs his hands together.]

One, two, three, four, I declare...a fucking battleship war.

[Jazz hands away from the camera to gesture toward a box of the game Battleship. Or, well, a general knockoff approximation of what is clearly Battleship.]

We'll need two teams. Pick your allies, defend your ships. I'll be playing as your game master, today.

Comments

@ASolomons; audio

[devoutish]

Will you be providing instructions?

[notaquaman]

I certainly will be, as I am a fair and honorable game master.

[By which he means he's completely winging this but understands that not everyone is, ah, from an era in which they'd understand what the game is.]

Basically [He starts to take the parts out of the box so he can explain it as he sets it up.] you have two people (or teams in this case to maximize efficiency), one on either side of this board, yeah? You set up squares--like chess squares--where you designate your battleships. The other person tries to guess blind where they are, and once you've completely guessed the position of a ship, it sinks. Sorted?

[devoutish]

Right, that's easy enough. Put me on a team, then, game master.

@user;voice

[cosmicwords]

Ah...!

[Worriedly]

What....? Are you alright?

[notaquaman]

Uh.

[Not the reaction Nathan was expecting or looking for.]

Yeah, mate. Fit as a fiddle.

@hexappeal, Voice

[sleight_of_fate]

Even more fun if you put down some cardboard tables and make it a game of "Battleshots", you know.

Not that you can really do that over the comm, but...just sayin'.

[notaquaman]

Holy shit!

[Someone get this guy an award.]

If we can coordinate a mass distribution of hard alcohol and shot glasses, we can bloody well try!

[Obviously, this is a task for another day, but nonetheless. The thought has now been placed.]

@clowncutie92; voice

[clowngirl]

[A pause.]

How 'bout Candyland? Do you got Candyland?

[notaquaman]

I've got Battleship, I've got Life, and I've got Checkers.

[Sadly, the item sheet of a year gone past dictates Nathan's current inventory.]

Can't make any promises but next time I'm downtown, I'll see what I can find.

[Wait. Wait. He pauses and grins.]

I'm trying to get the monopoly on board games.

@PetertheGreat, video

[zunesareawesome]

[Peter is in a far better mood than he's been in awhile, all things considered.

The red lines cover his face in an electric-like pattern, and they also cover his eyes too, which makes it look like he shouldn't be able to see through them, but whatever. Nothing bad's happened so far, even though he was expecting it to? Maybe for once, things would be okay and these tats were just random tats?]

BATTLESHIP!

Oh man, I call dibs on being Captain! We're going to be called Team Awesome and we're gonna kick Team Loser's collective asses!

[notaquaman]

You got it, Captain of Team Awesome!

[Finger guns. Nathan's in a good mood because people are playing along with his stupid nonsense.]

You wanna recruit your own crew or should I pick your poison for you?

@beyonce | audio

[thewarningafter]

[No video to show off the network of lines that outline all of Stephen's muscle groups like some kind of living diagram, nor his lack of red eyes, but those who have seen him in person are no doubt aware.]

Yeah, sure, I'll be on....

[Sigh.]

Team Awesome.

@funyarinpa | audio

[fiftheclipse]

[As much as he wants to lay low right now, a distraction over this night in particular could be useful. So...]

I'll join if you don't put me with the losers.

[Come on. It's not too backwards to let the players pick their captains, is it?]

[notaquaman]

Can't assess a team's mettle till the game starts, can I, mate?

[Nathan shrugs.]

You're on Team Awesome.

[Peter called the other team "Team Loser" so Junpei's getting his wish, kind of!]

@w.graham; video: Night 341

[ex_this_ismydesign36]

[ He tried to ignore it and during the day it was possible to keep his focus on moving the heat suit and ignoring the sense of concern as it rose to a point of wanting to choke him.

Even for the first couple hours of lockdown, Will tried to ignore the way he felt the creep of wrongness sliding up his spine. The metallic taste of adrenaline spikes in his mouth and the way his skin wanted to crawl.

Eventually, however, as he watched another start talking, one who looked even worse thank you Peter Will couldn't contain it any further. ]

What the hell is happening with you and Quill? What are you trying to do?!

[ Okay, that came out sharper than he'd intended, but it felt kinda good to yell and share his sense of urgency. ]

@PetertheGreat, video

[zunesareawesome]

[He's gotta jump in here--]

Uh, tryin' to win, duh. If you can't handle Team Awesome, then get outta the kitchen.

[notaquaman]

[Disgruntled, but seconding Peter on this one.]

What the fuck are you on about? I'm clearly trying to provide a night of fun and entertainment. If you have a problem with my methods you can throw your own fucking game night.

@noone; audio

[slapthelibrarian]

[ Nicole's grumpy, but doing her best to not sound so grumpy. It's not quite working out. ]

Why? Other than the pat answer of "having fun", of course.

And have you looked in a mirror lately?

[notaquaman]

What, you mean my new tattoos? Yeah, looking a little inflamed, but I feel just fine.

[Things are too weird for him to really be bothered by a series of lines on his body.]

@guardian; audio;

[phaseshifter]

Dibs on being on Team Disreputable! Alfie'll have me, just ask him.

[ She sounds more than a little proud of that fact. ]

[notaquaman]

If he isn't going to vouch for you I will, love. You're a right bloody criminal, aren't you?

[Nathan grins--aw, Angel, he missed you! And your appreciation for his hair!]

Not looking good for Team Awesome.

@Enoch, voice

[warriorscribe]

A...battleship war? What is this?

[He can see that it's a game, but...

Well, Angel is enthusiastic about it, he'll probably figure it out as he watches. He's mostly trying to keep his attention on the process. The red lines in the people who have them have covered their bodies, and he's afraid of what he and all the others might do. So he keeps his focus by talking, by asking and learning about the game.]

[notaquaman]

It's exactly what it sounds like.

[It is?]

You find the enemy's battleships and sink them to the bottom of the fucking ocean.

[Mercifully, Nathan waves a hand.]

It's just a shitty guessing game. Or, well, suppose it'd be a strategy game, but I always just guess.

[And that's why he's not playing, only facilitating!]

@curiouschloride | video

[motherserpent]

[Well, this is a nice pick-me-up, angry weirdo Will aside. Tess could use this; while she doesn't feel any different than usual, the extensive markings are probably not a great sign for things to come. Her own eyes are completely red; her red markings take the form of spiraling fractal designs.]

Sign me up! I'm both awesome and disreputable, so whatevs.

[notaquaman]

Team Awesome's turning into a real sausage fest, so I think you'd be a Godsend.

[Solid logic? Solid logic.]

Not being funny or nothing, but I think they could use all the help they could get. You have your work cut out for you.