Paintball!, Thursday - 4th Period

[imafuturist]

"Okay, so we get a break next week, but we hope to see you all for more paintball in July," Steve began.

"Hopefully without anyone turning into a pony." Tony was a little hung up on it, okay?

"Well, one of you could turn into a pony and that would be fine," Steve said, "but Tony's a little over it."

Tony nodded sagely. "So, let's get down to it and we'll have candy for you all after."

"But no chocolate pudding," Steve added with a sidelong glance towards Anakin.

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Re: Paint Ball!!

[stykera]

"Are you all right?" Stark asked, keeping his voice soft as he approached.

"Can I help?"

Re: Paint Ball!!

[somethingwithturquoise]

Oooh, Stark, you were so lucky you were higher up on the RNG, or Summer might have just shot you right then and there.

Well, that, and the fact that Summer was pretty sure she had him to thank for the fact that she even could get out of bed today. Everything after her third Summer Smith was incredibly blurry, though.

"Just help me shoot the crap out of everyone so we can be done with this and I can go home."

Re: Paint Ball!!

[stykera]

"I'll do my best," Stark said, nodding. "But if you need anything else...?"

Re: Paint Ball!!

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Less talking, more shooting," said Summer, with a very pointed loading of her gun.

The sounds of which made her wince, a little, but not nearly as much as it might have, so she stopped a moment to look at Stark.

"Also," she said, "did you do any of that weird transference healing thing to me last night?"

Re: Paint Ball!!

[stykera]

"A little," Stark admitted, looking slightly guilty. "You seemed like you could use it and I was just going to sleep anyway..."

Re: Paint Ball!!

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Do it more next time."

And with that, locked and loaded and with murderous (painterous?) intent, she charged into the fray, and may the paint gods have mercy on the soul of anyone who dared to cross her path.