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JUNE AFTERMATH: MAGIC LANTERN STRANGE

Who: Everyone!
What: A celebration!
When: Evening of June 21st, and well into morning
Where: Ensō, E3 and E4
Warnings: Mark as needed!

Slide the Light Off You
As promised, the evening of the 21st finds the Jormun hosting a party on Ensō's largest beachfront. Near immediately, it should be clear that they've spared absolutely no expense when it comes to showing their story-walker brethren a good time.

Of course, they may also be...showing off a little.

The stalls and comfortable seating supplied around multiple firepits appears to be a mishmash of Jormun built contraptions and items requested from the Storyteller- many may be delighted to see the variety of beach cushions and blankets, items the Jormun will be happy to let their story-walker friends take home at the end of the festivities. A veritable smorgasbord of food and drink is also readily available, from the kid-friendly options of brrshavak (a spicy drink with a taste akin to liquified chili pepper) and molkavarr (a rich chocolaty broth) to the alcoholic rakvrhak (a rich wine that tastes oddly plumlike). Do be warned, however, that the last is incredibly potent.

Large slabs of driftwood have been laid out to form impromptu tables, bristling with the Jormun's culinary expertise: fried squid, seaweed wraps, spicy pickled kelp, kebabs of roasted eel, hard-boiled snapling eggs, and so on. The vegetables and meats of the sea have been laid out for all to enjoy, so tuck in!

Throughout the evening the air will be filled with the sound of music, with multiple Jormun eager to show off their skill in instrumentation. Conch-shell horns, carved driftwood flutes, urchin-needle harps, and countless more contraptions engineered by a deep sea-dwelling people fill the air with the most peculiar but nonetheless not unpleasant sound. Most of the bands will be set up in the shallow waters, however, as their instruments are not made to be used in open air - try playing them above the surface of the water at your own risk.

Of course, there's plenty more to entertain even the most difficult of people.

You're Living the Strobe Light
Those interested in proving their strength and skill will be encouraged to enter one of the many tournaments across the shoreline. The tournaments vary, featuring such challenges as play fights with the schlacknorkcvic to prove who is the greatest warrior, timed events to see who can stay on a bucking tigershark for the longest, and even a tourney of brovonkosshk, a board game somewhat similar to chess. Don't see anything you're interested in? Make your own. If you can think it, the Jormun will happily accommodate it - impromptu challenges are the highlight of such evenings, after all, though the Jormun won't be taking any responsibility for the first poor soul that decides to usher in a drinking contest.

A small variety of walker games are also available. Jormun children are more than eager to play such games as hide-and-seek or red light, green light, while Connor Murphy will be bringing his Cards Against Humanity deck, for those ready to completely screw with the idea of a fourth wall. There's even a game of Spin the Bottle... except the bottle is being spun overhead like a mace. Being hit by said bottle requires you to do a stupidly ridiculous task, so perhaps it's best to avoid that particular adaptation...

And of course, there's the lightshow.

As mentioned previously, the main show of the evening is the show of brssticca: bursts of magical light beneath the water that will put any fireworks show to shame. The lights are safe to wade and swim through, do keep in mind that the phosphorescent algae tends to cling to the skin. And should you reach into those spiraling, fluorescent nebulae of patterns beneath the surface, some of the configurations of light may abruptly shatter like broken glass.

Additionally, skilled Jormun will be happy to assist those who care to dress up for the event with intricate applications of shellivthiss - a style of waterproof body paint that is not only bright, but luminescent. Something the Jormun may forget to mention, however, is how similar shellivthiss is to henna; should you decide to get all dolled up, except to shine bright light a diamond for weeks to come.

Lastly, those who wanted to bring their own adventures are welcome to as well! Supplying some dope roast? Bringing those sweet, sweet greens? Have some alcohol to supply? All is welcomed by the Jormun - and undoubtedly, your fellow adventurers as well.

You May Find Some Peace
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[ No. He hadn't seen it coming. She'd tried to warn him, tried to open his eyes - wake the fuck up - but he hadn't been ready. Not then.

Not until his implantation, when he'd understood everything all too well.

CT closes her eyes, leaning back on her cushions. They've been over this. If she could've been more straightforward with him. If she could've brought him with her. If she could've saved him. If. If. ]

I know.

First you, and then Maine, and -

[A ragged hitch of sound catches in his throat, something almost like a laugh, too drenched in bitterness to count as anything but the self-deprecating, scornful thing it is.]

They must've thought I was an idiot. For not seeing it. You must've thought - fuck, I knew our C.O.C. was bullshit, that's how it is in every outfit, but I just kept trusting them like that would make it all simpler.

[ What happened to drunk, loopy, charmingly earnest Wash? Nothing good. CT looks up at him for a moment, then reaches up to grab his hand, tugging him gently but firmly down beside her. ]

You're not an idiot.

[He laughs again. While it's more recognizable as a laugh this go around, it's also too drenched in bitterness to be interpretable as anything good. He hits the ground with a bump, unresisting, and combs a gloved hand up through his terrible helmet hair.]

You told me. You told me point blank to wake up and I just acted like it was nothing.

Well...

[ That's true. She thinks about it for a second, then leans over and bumps her shoulder against his.

And winces. Ow, Wash. You really gotta lose the armor. ]

Maybe a little bit of an idiot.

But it wasn't your fault.

[He really does. But that would mean wasting a story asking for clothes, and he's already definitely decided to save those up for more ammo, because of who he is as a person.]

Then whose fault was it?

[The Director's? It'd be easy to say it, sure, but if he's honest with himself - and the alcohol has made this uncomfortably easy of late - it speaks to something deeper and more unsettling.]

[A soldier like him, as willing to follow orders as he was, with a devastating aim and a sense of adaptability that made him a genuine asset in a firefight?]

[He might not have been the best of Freelancer, but he was picked for a reason.]

June Aftermath: Magic Lantern Strange

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