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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Comments

[piercetheheart]

[Grinning at you Ardyn! That's what. He looks down at the paints in his hand and laughs.]

Y'know I got these cause they're kinda Iggy's colors but... maybe I shoulda grabbed some purple for you?

[Ardyn you have two options here, dodge or he's taking your arm like some sort of damsel and trying to lead you off towards Ignis like that. Because that's clearly the safe and intelligent thing to do with the apocalypse.]

[scourgingstars]

What--let go of me!

[WHAT IS GOING ON TODAY]

[piercetheheart]

[A HAPPY GLADDY IS A HANDSY GLADDY!]

Stop fussin~ [Yup just leading you along, leaning a bit, he's a tiny bit unsteady but that could just be the sand.]

Hey! Igs! Babe, I got somethin for ya! [Okay he probbaly should have waited until they were closer before yelling like that but... oh well.]

[shatteredlenses]

[As the night's passed, Ignis has made his way out toward the tide line. He can't see all the patterns people are excitedly talking about in the water, but he can still imagine them and take comfort from the repeating sound of the waves lapping at the shore. There's a few drinks in his system at this point, but he's nowhere near what he was back when he made the mistake of drinking too much of the blackberry liquor that Muffet had created.

He turns and slowly pulls himself to his feet when he hears Gladio call out.]

Over here, Gladio. Do try not to deafen everyone on your way over, please.

[scourgingstars]

Unhand me, you imbecile, I want no more to do with this than you've already forced me into!

[This is fine.]

[piercetheheart]

[Ardyn he has his arm looped through yours. It would not be hard to pull away.]

C'moooon you like it. [Grinning and laughing and... well he had his arm looped through yours, now he's tugging it free to sling his arm around Ardyn's waist instead.

He at least waits until they're a little closer before he starts yelling talking to Ignis again.]

Look who I found~

[shatteredlenses]

Yes, so I can hear.

[Completely deadpan.]

He's not flung you over his shoulder again, has he, beloved monster?

[scourgingstars]

Call your idiot behemoth off!

[Said Ardyn, trying to shove Gladio off of him.]

[piercetheheart]

The nicknames are cute as fuck, you know that, yeah?

[Wow hey rude! You're going to make him spill the paint!

See if he could trust you not to run away, Ardyn he'd let go. But he can't so he's not going to. Well... he'll back up a little, back to just holding his arm and tugging him a few steps so Gladio can meet Iggy with a kiss.

A kiss that tastes rather odd and has a strange texture that clings to Ignis' own lips.

Oops?]

[shatteredlenses]

Gladio, please let him go. He's not a child. If he doesn't wish to stay, we shouldn't make him.

[It's enough they drug him here in the first place, though, if Ardyn was as against the party as he sounded back at the shack, why hadn't he just left?

Ignis is distracted from that question by Gladio's kiss and as much as he loves those, he can't help but be puzzled by the residue left behind. He lifts his fingers and presses them against his lips.]

What is on your mouth?

[It's not the right texture to be left by food or drink.]

[scourgingstars]

[Ardyn jerked his arm out of Gladio's grip folding them to prevent being pulled around again.]

Idiots.

[piercetheheart]

[Here Iggy, have another kiss to demonstrate.]

Shellivthiss [He has to concentrate on saying that right and he might slur just a tiny bit.] 's bioluminescent body paint. Had 'em highlight my ink.

[And then some, obviously, since it's on his lips.]

Lemme paint you? [A glance back at Ardyn, a wink and... yeah waggling his brows at you.] Let us paint you?

[shatteredlenses]

I...

[He pauses then, obviously at a loss. The idea's one Ignis never would have thought of. In fact, it seems like a bit of waste since he can't see it himself.

Oh, but he wishes he could see the work Gladio had done...

Still, Gladio and Ardyn can see it, and if it's enough to get the two of them to work together on something instead of bickering, maybe...]

You're not going to draw something embarrassing on me, are you? Because if you do, they will never find your body.

[scourgingstars]

Leave me out of it. [Killjoy.] I've no interest in something like that.

[piercetheheart]

Of course not. Gotta pretty you up.

[If there's any one thing they should be able to agree on it would be this. That Ignis is beautiful and elegant and Gladio wants to spend as much time turning Ignis into the work of art he deserves to be as the Jormun had spent on him.

He looks back at Ardyn, his grin fading into something softer and more sincere, more welcoming like he'd been on Monsun. Clearly to get him to be more amicable they just need to ply him with liquor.]

Please? [No goading, no pushing, no teasing. Just honest, earnest hope.]

[shatteredlenses]

Ridiculous.

[The word is soft spoken, as his blind right eye turns in Ardyn and then Gladio's directions before he bows his head in a vain attempt to hide the blush spreading across his cheeks.

Stupid alcohol. That's definitely the cause and nothing else.]

I suppose you'll want me to take my shirt off as well.

[scourgingstars]

Don't make me repeat myself. I want nothing whatsoever to do with this.

[...he's stubborn.]

Do what you want. I don't care.

[piercetheheart]

[Gladio leans on Ignis a little, his free hand coming up to toy with the top button of his shirt, fingers dipping inside to hook around the delicate thread of his necklace.]

Please, babe?

[Then he turns back to Ardyn, a sad smile on his face.]

Stay, at least? C'mon... you think I'm creative enough to do his whole chest on my own?

[Maybe if it means proving he's got something over on Gladio he'll at least stick around.]

[shatteredlenses]

[Ignis sighs, hand coming up to carefully untangle Gladio's from his necklace. There's a moment where it seems he's going to refuse, but he then lets go of the Shield's hand and begins to undo the buttons of his shirt. He's getting soft and he knows it, but hopefully the pause will cover it just enough to keep Gladio from getting a big head about it.]

My chest is nothing compared to yours. I'm not sure why you're even bothering.

[Of course, Ignis knows that he's soft on Ardyn too, subtly backing the man's wish to leave even though he would really rather the redhead stay.

Honestly, he's just doomed, isn't he?]

[scourgingstars]

Does it look like I've anywhere else to go, Gladiolus? Even if I tried, you'd just manhandle me like an uncultured tyrant behemoth.

[Sigh.]

Why don't you go on and continue taunting me with your quite frankly revolting affectionate display.

[piercetheheart]

[Is this a win? Did he just... win both of these fights?

Iggy's undoing his buttons and, bitchy as he is, Ardyn just agreed to stay. holy shit

He presses a kiss to Ignis' collarbone as the buttons give him the space to do so and he'll be able to feel just how broad his shit eating grin is. Then he turns back to Ardyn, still smiling, reaching out to try to snag his sleeve, nothing more.]

Come here and sit down, won't you? [Yes, that means closer to Ignis, heaven forbid.]

[shatteredlenses]

Gladiolus...

[Though he says the Shield's name softly, there is a warning in his tone. Oh, he didn't miss that grin, just as intended, but if you say one word, lovely petal, the shirt's going back on.

Once he finishes unbuttoning his shirt, Ignis reaches around Gladio and holds a hand out toward Ardyn, his request less pressing than Gladio's.]

Sit with me?

[scourgingstars]

Get your hands off of me.

[Ardyn slapped Gladio's hand away from his sleeve, and if looks could kill the Shield would probably be full of swords.] I've had quite enough of you dragging me around--quite enough of you in general, in fact.

[Yellow eyes glanced from Gladio to Ignis, then back again for another sharp glare before he sat down just barely within arm's reach of the advisor.]

[piercetheheart]

[There's a small sound that catches in his throat, something snappish and just as biting as what Ardyn said that he has to forcibly swallow down. He's trying his damnedest and most of it he can ignore but at least some of the venom Ardyn's spent all day spiting has to hit home.

But if he'll sit then at least that gives them somewhere to start.

He takes Ignis hand instead, guiding him to where he should sit and coaxing him back onto the sand with his head in Ardyn's lap.]

Gonna need you to stay still for awhile so hopefully this will be comfy for you.

[shatteredlenses]

[Ignis frowns slightly, recognizing Ardyn's reaction for what it is. There was a time all that anger and vitriol was thrown at him in an attempt to push him away. It's harder somehow, seeing it thrown at another, and when Gladio takes his hand, he makes sure to give the Shield's a supportive squeeze. He will have to sit down and talk with Gladio again about all this. It's was easy to agree when Monsun was bringing all their good sides out and before the insults started to fly, but now...

He's jolted out of his thoughts when he realizes just where Gladio is planning for him to rest during this whole thing and stops his descent, tilting his head back at Ardyn,]

Are you okay with this, beloved monster?