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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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[He'd been drawn to the tigershark wrangling by the crowd of over enthusiastic Jormun and he is a little, though not too surprised that it is Laurent who is doing the wrestling.

He watches quietly from the sidelines, it's not something he's seen before, someone physically wrestling such a large animal and he's not sure... why. There doesn't seem to be any real point to the activity and it seems to be very dangerous for just a game...

Games could be and often were deadly of course but the Jormun did not strike Shion as being people who wished the islanders harm. As Laurent walks away from the sea he notes the arm and the limp and makes his way through the crowd, his first aid kit is in his bag, were it always is and he shrugs it off his shoulders.]

You're injured.

[Okay, disclaimer: it hadn’t been wrestling as much as it was bull-riding, but when the animal is a tigershark doing rolls in the water trying to get you off, it probably doesn’t look that different from afar. A Jormun greets Laurent on the shore with a clap on his back, which drains the rest of the color from his face- even as he bites back any noise he might’ve made. Somehow, he manages his normal voice when the Jormun asks if he's alright. ]

I’m fine, if a bit sore. [To Shion, after the Jormun’s been reassured and waved away-] One or two things might be broken.

[That’s the opposite of fine?]

[I'm fine is always a lie. But sometimes it is a necessary one. The Jormun... they are allies but they probably aren't the kind you can confess to any weakness.

There's a reason Shion hasn't gone anywhere near any of the tournament. It is not that he would loose. That was a given. It was that they might take offence, if they thought he hadn't fought well enough.

He just nods at Laurent's words and leads him over to a quieter area, away from the crowds.] What do you think you have broken? I can take a look at them.

You?

[The silence is the only indication that he’s reconsidering it. He’s had no further problems with Shion so far, but interacting with the boy was a whole different affair from letting him look over an injury. It’s not that Laurent’s forgotten Ai’tuoh, he just calculates the risks he takes.

The blonde lags behind, his eyes sliding to the first-aid kit Shion has.]

Will you be using medical supplies? I wouldn’t want to waste them.

Yes I... [He had been about to explain that he knew how to deal with medical situations when he trailed off as he belatedly realised that Laurent hadn't been questioning his skills.

Because of course, why would Laurent want him anywhere near him when he was injured? He was not a healer in Laurent's mind but a destroyer. Someone who would kill and burn. Breathe. His hands shook as he turned to look at Laurent sadly. He should have thought. He had seen him injured and just wanted to help but it probably shouldn't be him... Laurent hadn't said anything, not after the first question. But it was sometimes difficult to remember... Laurent had never treated him differently. But Shion knew he did not trust him. Shouldn't trust him, especially since Shion couldn't promise not to lose control again.

He took another breath, named species of bird, alphabetically. Focussing, he realised Laurent had asked him a question.] It... It depends what is actually wrong, it's not a waste if it is to heal you.

[He blinks at him.] I... if you want me to get someone else... Hinata knows medical things as well, as does Ceej. I could get someone to heal it magically if it's really bad... [Probably not Aster, not that she would refuse to help someone in need but he'd rather not make her. Not when there were other options. Ignis was around.]

[This keeps happening. Shion could be an excellent actor- he’s done similar things himself, though that was before puberty made faking innocence unfeasible- or a genuinely kicked puppy. It’s a blurry line that divides two drastically different possibilities, especially if he‘s looking to get back for getting beaten up in Ai’tuoh. Frankly Laurent’s just annoyed Shion has the audacity to look so sad. It’s not even that big of a deal, god, you could save it for when he’s actually being awful.]

Don’t- it’s not personal. A harsher world would rip you apart.

Frankly, I’d prefer no one see the state of my injuries at all. I’ll look for a magical healer.

[A harsher world would rip you apart. The words hit hard. Because they were true. Shion was not made for harsh realities. He had been born an elite, blind to the suffering of others. The real world. It had been years and he still couldn't... He was still not someone who could survive on his own.

If he could he wouldn't be so... He wouldn't be like this. Would be able to get through a party without tears pricking his eyes and his thoughts swirling into dark thoughts. He wouldn't be in this situation because he wouldn't be out of control, would have enough of a grip of his emotion to not lose control, wouldn't freeze, crumble when anything hard came up.

Because Laurent was right.]

It already did.

[It's a tiny sound. He needs to breathe. It hurts so much because it's true. A harsher world ripped Shion apart and he stood here as the pieces that had been put back together far too many times. He turns to leave. Tears are not shameful but he won't cry in front of Laurent.

He does pause after a few steps though.] If... If you can't find anyone please come and find me. I'd rather you were not in pain.

[He’s going to be hearing about this from Aster in the morning.

Funny how it keeps coming back to him burning bridges every time he opens his mouth. He’s made some guy cry again and he’d pretend he enjoyed it, if you asked, but he wasn’t even trying this time. He just can’t stop stabbing people. Laurent would think about backpedalling, fixing it, the things Damen can do like breathing, but he tries to think of the words and his mind draws a blank.

At the very least, he doesn’t react to Shion’s breakdown at all. even if his response sounds really stilted.]

… there is no shame in slow starts- or, um, choosing not to, even.

Rest assured that I am very good at staying alive.

[Not reacting to his breakdown makes it better, a bit. Shion's much better at pretending to be alright if those around him are not pointing out that he is anything but.

He is quiet for a moment, not really understanding Laurents response but he nods, his voice is still strained, in an effort to keep his emotions under check..] I know you are capable, but please come and find me if you don't find a magical healer. There's no point being injured when you don't have to be.

June Aftermath: Magic Lantern Strange

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