Who: Scotty and OPEN (Multiples welcome!) When: Morning Where: In the MAZE OF MYSTERY
Running through challenges like this were always a little too fun for Scotty. Sure, the bounce house the day before had been fun, and he understood why this would be a problem for others, but for him, this was a blast. This shit felt more dangerous, even though he doubted that anyone would actually die, but maybe. But it wouldn't be him who died, he was confident, so the rest he'd just wait and see how it went.
He had to figure that the little group he had found himself in had to appreciate him being there as well. He'd volunteered to go first through every obstacle so far, testing it for traps or whatever. He'd made it across a balance beam easily, even stopped in the middle to hock a loogie into the pit below to try to hear if it hit something just below the fog, though that hadn't worked how he'd liked. He was a champ at getting up a rock wall, though, reaching back to offer help to those behind him, and then helping him carefully back down.
He didn't really understand the costume element to it all, though. He would probably ditch the weird pieces of armor as soon as they got too annoying, but for now he just kept telling himself it wasn't too bad. Just a weird uniform for the day. He didn't know if losing the armor would mean losing points. Not that any points were mentioned, but this sure as hell seemed like a game...
His little team was doing good, though, if it was a game, he was sure. He was doing the best, but everyone was doing fine.
He was still thinking about the game aspect as they came upon another hallway where Scotty had figured another obstacle would be. "Stay back," he told his companions. "I've seen all the Indiana Jones movies, the walls are gonna close in if I press the wrong thing. That's what it's gonna be, I bet. Let me get through this, I'm gonna be faster than you, and then we'll know what to do." And so Scotty started down the hall, trying to step gently, and to keep himself prepared for running. He wasn't surprised when about a quarter down the hallway he felt the ground beneath his left move just a little, and even though he'd made a prediction of what would happen, the brief thought that he'd predicted wrong and had stepped on a landmine flashed through his brain before something did happen. Not the walls, or even the ceiling shifting, but something flying out from one of the cracks in the wall that he'd ignored. He'd predicted the wrong trap, apparently.
He felt something smack into his shoulder, and while it stung, he didn't have a chance to really look at it before his knees buckled and he felt himself fall. He tried to catch himself, but found himself unable to do so. "Oh fuck," he grumbled as he fell, awkwardly slumped against the wall. He hated this feeling, but he did know it wasn't the firsst time he'd felt it. "Fuck. Shit. So it's paintball again, I guess," he told his companions, though he imagined they had also figured that out. "Man down."