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"Doc" Emmett L. Brown ([personal profile] sciencestyle) wrote in [community profile] maskormenacelogs2016-06-09 12:08 am
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painting the town

WHO: Doc and anybody (except Marty) who wants to play some paintball!
WHERE: De Chima 03, the backyard
WHEN: June 5th, afternoon
WHAT: Some very important scientific testing...in the form of a paintball game.
WARNINGS: None so far! Will update if needed.



There's just one week to go until a very important day for Doc: Marty's 18th birthday. And that means everything he has planned must be rated and tested---he needs every piece of this birthday party to go off without a hitch. To that end, he's asked his friends to covertly spread the word to anyone they might know---he'd like to gather a small group to play with some paintball guns of his own design.

The backyard isn't an ideal place size-wise, but it's the one place he's sure to be warned of an approaching Marty thanks to Qubit's excellent security. He's set up some leftover boxes, cones, and various large objects from Dog Day as obstacles, re-rigged some obstacle course parts (the ones Marty didn't set ablaze, anyway), and at last the stage is set for some thorough paintball gun testing.

Doc strides over to any and all comers clad in his goggles and a navy blue jumpsuit, one of the guns set in a holster on his belt.

"Welcome, glad you could make it! Equipment's on the table, and once we have at least four we have a game. Or multiple games, if that's your preference."

The table area is stocked with guns loaded with bright paint colors, protective vests in a variety of sizes, and safety goggles all laid out for the taking. When Doc's not encouraging someone to start, he's idly aiming at one of the obstacle course targets. That burst of green paint is always satisfying.

[ooc: The only qualification for getting into this test is 'not Marty', so go wild! He'll encourage breaking off into smaller groups if anyone wants to have a private game.]
superposition: ((the FUCK is a kappa))

[personal profile] superposition 2016-06-14 05:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Somehow, the fact that this was a thing that was happening slipped Qubit's mind. As such, he accidentally 'ports himself directly into the path of a stray paintball. It hits him right in the solar plexus, and he lets out a yelp and spins away in surprise. Of course, it doesn't take him long to figure out what he was just shot by, since the stain on his shirt is bright orange, besides which it hurts a lot less than an actual gun. (Don't ask how he knows this.) But Jesus that still stings.
superposition: ((crossed arms))

[personal profile] superposition 2016-06-29 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Qubit regains his composure quickly enough, though he's still grimacing a bit. "I'm fine. Nothing I didn't deserve." He takes the towel and dabs at the stain, not terribly gingerly. It's fortunate he's not in the habit of wearing expensive shirts. "Good grief. The thing is, I even knew you were doing paintball. I just should have remembered it was today. Good thing you weren't doing real shooting, I suppose."