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June Aftermath: Magic Lantern Strange

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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deathfindsaway: (« [Kiss] gettin all schmoopy)

[personal profile] deathfindsaway 2018-08-13 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
He laughs a bit more, leaning forward and tucking his head into Taako's shoulder as he tries to steady himself. It's fine. Taako is here and solid and warm in his arms, so he doesn't have to move.

Between the alcohol and the fact that Kravitz still wholly refuses to dress without wearing long pants, his face is absolutely darker than the rest of his face under the color of his skin. "I think, ah, feeling something is rather different than remembering feeling something. I didn't exactly have much reason to celebrate for a while." He recognizes that sounds kind of lonely, but it doesn't bother him really-- mostly. "I became part of the Raven Queen's repitoire a... a thousand? Thousand years sounds correct. I don't remember much from being alive. It wasn't that important."

He looks up to Taako, expression loving, though muddled. "It's a very interesting experience, though. Being... all this. Even simple things are catching me off guard."
ohshitsweetflips: (the wizard must be stopped)

[personal profile] ohshitsweetflips 2018-10-21 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, I can see that," he responds quietly, more charmed than the ribbing tone he was aiming for. It's easy to be knocked off guard, right into sincerity, when Kravitz is just casually dropping backstory here. Or, or a lack of a backstory? Kind of? It's a lot.

It honestly doesn't just sound lonely, it sounds pretty much unfathomable, is the thing. A thousand years is a long ass time, even for a long-lifespan'd, apocalypse dodging elf. That's just one of those amounts of something that can't be mentally contained, particularly while sloshed. That's so much Kravitz. Which, on the one hand, a net positive for reality, definitely. But that's so much. So much time he doesn't remember being actually alive anymore. It wasn't that 'important.' That might be alienating, to someone who isn't a literal extraplanar alien himself, but Taako is handling it.

"Though I hate to break it to you, but you probably aren't going to remember much of this, either, so you may as well say more drunk things, it's only fair. That's your deal, right?" Focus, Taako. Gotta go big or go home, and home already got eaten by a vore cloud. "I like this. You. Uh, being alive, and enjoying it. So, you know, keep doing that." It's a good thing it's night time or he would have to teleport into the sun.
deathfindsaway: (« [Loving] hey thug whats your name)

[personal profile] deathfindsaway 2018-10-25 04:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Listen, this is just what happens when you get sloshed in another dimension, you start saying things and don't think about the implications. Then again, Kravitz has been doing his best not to think about those implications for a very, very long time. He wasn't created like a god, had no ambitions of godhood- the hardware just wasn't meant to go this long. Things get lost. Even a soul emboldened with a godly force to exist past it's limits frays at the edges, whether he's willing to admit it or not.

There's also the whole bit that, at least through the hundred or so years Taako was off doing dangerous things, he had a team of friends by his side. But Kravitz doesn't really know about all that yet. For now, he's warm and the world is soft at the edges and something in his heart sings just to be in someone else's arms.

Besides, Taako says things like I like this, you and he instantly feels like he's going to vomit, but like, in a good way. Don't ask how. He smiles, laughing in a way that Taako can feel his chest shake as he finally jams his cup into the sand so he can touch Taako's face properly. "Well, I like... you. Here with me. Even if it's... unprofessional? I don't know what word I'm looking for."

Instantly, though, he's somehow stopped caring. "But if you want me to keep talking, I will. Is there something you're looking for me to say? More about how I have no idea what I'm doing? Because I would much rather be figuring, uhm, this out instead of me. This being us. You. This."

He'll just punctuate that with a kiss so he feels less like a fucking idiot about this entire experience. At least he's a little too wasted for the amount of shame he'll surely have in the morning.