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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!
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.

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.

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!
( CODED BY BOOTYCALL )
CT | OTA
[ Parties aren't really my thing, she'd told Munin when she - he? they? - had asked for her advice on human celebrations. Or she'd at least thought it, if she'd been too polite to say it out loud.
But she'd also promised to come, because when a mysterious half-snake-half-fish alien declares you an ally and throws you a party, that's what you do. And she has to admit she's impressed. Food, drink, music - everything she'd told the Jormun a party needed, it was there. And the beach itself is beautiful, the sun setting over the ocean a beautiful backdrop to the cheery firepits and colorful cushions.
The food smells good, too, and looks like a nice change from what she's been eating, which mostly consists of bludroc she'd killed and roasted herself over the fire outside her shack. Still...She hesitates, eyeing the buffet apprehensively and murmuring to the person at her side. ]
Do I want to know what all this is, or is it better not to ask?
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[ CT's never been an artist, but everything she ever has been - soldier, mercenary, spy - is irrelevant here on the islands. Her old life is gone, and as difficult as it is sometimes, she's at least trying to embrace this new one, for however long she'll be here.
She figures body paint is a good place to start. She can just wash it off tomorrow, right? So she's sitting on the sand with one leg propped up in front of her, leaning over with intense concentration as she paints abstract designs onto her calf. She glances up once she senses the presence of someone else, looking faintly embarrassed. ]
They'll apply it for you, but I figured...might as well try it myself, right?
Even if it looks like crap.
Wildcard
[ Anything you want! ]
a.
[Not helping this is the fact that, at some point, someone managed to slop a very large amount of luminescent paint across his power armor and stain it with a lurid cerulean patch the size of a wall-mounted clock right across his chest harness.]
[He looks pretty absurd, probably, but at least his helmet's finally off for once. His helmet hair is still terrible.]
Don't drink that red stuff. [He points at the jugs of brrshavak.] It's like drinking liquid pepper, I swear.
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Wash. Buddy. This is not letting go.
She looks up at him, surprised all the same to see him without his helmet, and then hiding a smile at the paint splashed across his chest. ]
Thanks. I'll avoid it. [ She raises an eyebrow, nodding to the paint. ] Enjoying yourself?
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Someone spilled something on me. [He says it like it isn't obvious a hundred meters off, because he is now lit up like a fucking glowstick.] I don't know how.
[Maybe because this is a beach packed with a bunch of drunk people and small children, but let's not split hairs.]
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Holy shit. ]
Really? That's not an Agent Washington original? [ She's smiling again, and not trying so hard to hide it this time. ] Huh. Wow, what a mystery. How could that have happened?
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You wait until one of those kids covers you in glowing stuff. We'll see who's laughing then.
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[ Yet. ]
It looks very....decorative.
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[He has not had to think about stealth for quite some time, so he's really just griping for the sake of griping. What a loser.]
Seriously, I'm like a glowstick here.
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[ She pours herself a drink and then flops down on a nearby cushion. ]
Well, this way you'll be able to find your way home in the dark.
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"I mean, that's between you and your homeworld's food culture, homie." And your potentially unrefined palate. Which he is prepared to judge. "I dunno what you eat, so I don't know what's weird. I will say this, the pickled seaweed is better than I was expecting. Start there, and anything else will be a breeze."
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Unfortunately for CT, she doesn't know. She raises an eyebrow - homie? - and frowns dubiously at what she assumes is the pickled seaweed.
"When I think party food, I don't normally think seaweed," she admits, but tentatively lifts a little bit onto her plate anyway. She doubts it'll be a new favorite, but one bite won't kill her, right? If it's awful, she can always dump the rest into the sand. "I was more wondering about the...kebab things." They're definitely not any meat she's familiar with.
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As for party food..."Listen, you're on a magic bullshit island, if you're holding out for your auntie's onion dip you're gonna be waiting for a while." He looks upwards a bit, consideringly. "Although, think I could probably swing onion dip or a tolerable dupe, actually, now that I think about it."
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"I just wanna make sure I'm not eating, like...previous residents, or anything," she mutters, and then looks at him curiously. "How could you make onion dip without any onions?"
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"I mean, I can get onions, but you really want onion powder or dehydrated onions for dip. And I got onion powder, so. Really," he points at her with a half-eaten kebab, "It's the dairy element you should be worrying about."
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She's never really thought all that much about the makeup of onion dip, either, but the prospect of dairy on a world with no cows is alarming enough to give her pause. CT stills, eyeing Taako warily.
"So...what's your 'tolerable dupe' for dairy?" Or is this another one of those questions she'd be better of not knowing the answer to?
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The truth isn't even that interesting, sadly. "Some people have been getting milk from-- a kind of deer? That's honestly not that bad, before that I was afraid it'd come from tigersharks. But coconut milk works for a lot of things if you're not picky about texture." He shrugs, theatrically resigned. Maybe he'll work on dip another time.
"I had to eat dead bird soup, my first night here, and I had to make it myself. Enjoy your kebabs."
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"Thanks...I guess."
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[Look, she's not going to be the one to dunk on someone trying to creatively express themselves and her own doodles would earn the scorn of preschoolers. She's not here to judge. Clearly. She's also covered head to toe in the shiny paint, so she's not too interested in mocking someone's design. In fact, she wants a part in this too.]
I can put a cat on your knee.
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[ Even if she's just being nice, CT appreciates the compliment all the same. She grins a little at the offer. A cat? ]
Wash would love that. [ She glances over. ] Sure. If you want to.
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She drops to her knees, holding out her hands to take the brush and paint, prepared to make the worst, preschooleresque drawing on her knee. It's gonna be bad, friend.]
Okay. You'll be safe if this cat's with you. That's how it works.
[Except not.]
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CT raises an amused eyebrow, looking skeptically at Ren. This is probably a mistake, but hey, she's made worse mistakes. What's a little amateur body art in comparison? ]
Really? That's good.
[ She shifts her knee a little to make a better easel position for the artist. ]
I was just thinking I could use a glowing tattoo on my leg that would protect me from all harm.
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I'll put the cats down your whole leg and you'll be okay.
[Which she begins to do, now that her leg is in front of her to properly deface. Enjoy her preschool level kneecat and prepare for the entire family to join them in the next few minutes.]
I can put them on you again if this thing washes away. If you say 'I need help, Ren' then I'll come find you.
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[ Might as well go all in, right? She's nowhere near drunk, but she's just pleasantly buzzed and - almost content enough to let this happen. CT stretches her leg out, watching Ren work. ]
You will, huh?
What if you can't hear me?
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And, well, what a great q. The party is contained enough she can always keep one eye on this newcomer, but-]
If you use the rock, I can hear you even if you're far away.
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Right, the rocks.
How exactly do those work, anyway?
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