June Aftermath: Magic Lantern Strange

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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
Feeling a tad adrift? Make sure to check the OOC Event Post, which has details regarding the event timeline!

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[piercetheheart]

[Soft and sleepy and content is exactly what Gladio was hoping would happen, given enough time. He makes a soft sound, an acknowledgement of the words, but he continues his humming, the steady even press of dots. It takes a steady hand and pure confidence to ensure he doesn't make a mistake that would be irreversible.

Neither of them are in a place to think of it now but it's proof he has the skills to utilize the tattoo kit Ignis has.]

The spine of a shell...

[Quiet, a simple explanation as he moves to begin lining the next sweeping line with dots and fine lines alternating. He's careful to keep his movements firm as he can without making the paint spread out too far. Too light a touch might tickle and then where would all his hard work be.]

[shatteredlenses]

[A mess is where all his hard work would be because as relaxed and adrift as Ignis is right now, he would have no self-conscious worries to keep him from laughing and wiggling to escape the tickles. It would be a sad end for such hard work. Fortunately, Gladio has found just the right touch to keep that from happening even if Ignis does chuckle softly a few moments after finally getting his answer.]

Yes, your fingers would be too big for that. Like the rest of you, but I like you that way.

[That...probably sounds a lot dirtier than he intends it, but this is what happens when Ignis lets his mind drift this far. He becomes a lot freer with his words. Perhaps too free, but that is something he can worry about in the morning.]

[piercetheheart]

[Yes it definitely sounds dirtier than Ignis meant but, as he is right now, Gladio doesn't call him on that, doesn't tease as he normally might. He smiles, swallows a chuckle and leans down to drop a kiss over his heart.]

I'm glad you like me this way.

[There's amusement thick in his voice but that's as close to teasing as he allows himself to get. He just adjusts his position a little and goes back to work. Dots and lines and delicate little swirls, Gladio's free hand stroking lightly along his side, down to squeeze his hip reassuringly, up to skim fingers over his arm where it's stretched up to pet Hresvelgr.]

[shatteredlenses]

[Ignis smiles at the teasing and amused tone in Gladio's voice, his arm coming away from Hresvelgr to catch a hold of the Shield's. By the time he's completed the motion, though, the smile has dropped from his face.]

You deserve better. I'm never going to forgive myself for hurting you.

[Technically, he knows it wasn't him, but deep in his heart and soul, Ignis still feels responsible--will always feel responsible. His devotion to Noctis was never suppose to hurt anyone. Especially, not someone he cares so much about.]

[piercetheheart]

Shhhh... [Gladio hushes him gently, scoots up so he's sitting over Ignis' lap. He leans over him, brushes blue stained fingers through his still spiky hair. Then he dips his head to catch Ignis' lips, kissing him slow and deep, taking his time to explore the other's mouth. He hums softly, a low rumble of appreciation.

He doesn't want Ignis to think like that at all but especially not now. So he kisses him, keeps kissing him until his dizzy with the taste of him and only then does he slowly sit back, fingers trailing down Ignis' arms as he moves, settles his weight back into his lap.]

Let me paint your face, spark. Please?

[shatteredlenses]

[It's a distraction. There's no question about that, but Gladio's lips are one of the best distractions that Ignis has ever had a chance to experience, and so while he recognizes the attempt for what it is, he doesn't fight it. Instead, he just lets himself sink into the feeling and the gentle warmth that pools inside of him as the kiss goes on. Ignis knows, in the back of his mind, that at another time that warmth could easily turn into a passionate, burning flame, but now's not the time. It's a time for comfort and affection instead.

Still, he can't help but make a soft sound of disappointment when Gladio finally pulls away.]

Of course. Do as you wish.

[piercetheheart]

[With Ignis' chest bared and the bulk of the paint dried by now Gladio answers that disappointment with soft kisses along the top of one shoulder. He continues the painting, slowly adding swirls and dots along the curve of his cheekbone, down to his jaw, across his brow.

He makes a point of pausing in the drawing to drop kisses where he can, shoulder and throat, to the blue tipped edges of Ignis' hair.]

I love you. [A soft assurance even though he's not the one Ignis needs assurances from.]

[shatteredlenses]

[Between the kisses and trying to keep his face still so he doesn't interrupt Gladio's work, Ignis needs little else to distract his mind from thinking of things he shouldn't be thinking of. The paint feels odd on his face as it goes on. He'd almost compare it to tears sliding down his cheeks, but Gladio's far too careful to let the paint run like that.

And really, he's not suppose to be thinking about sad things anyway.]

I love you too.

[Gladio may not be the one he needs to hear that from right now, but that doesn't mean he doesn't want to hear it as many times as he can. Carefully, Ignis raises his hand, finding Gladio's cheek so he can brush his fingers over it.]

No matter what happens to us, never doubt that.

[piercetheheart]

[Gladio turns his face into Ignis' hand, kisses his palm, lets out a slow, shuddering breath. Maybe... maybe he needed a little reassurance too that he hadn't really realized. Seeing how distressed Ardyn could make Ignis sometimes was hard to accept. He wanted so badly to be able to protect Ignis from anything, everything. To always be able to look after him and keep him safe.]

Always. [Murmured softly against his skin and then Gladio was leaning over him again, kissing him once more. Soft and slow, gradually drawing back just enough to speak, lips moving lightly above his boyfriend's.]

Let's go home, love.