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]

Any other time Gladio would notice that little flinch. Ask him maybe or just be more aware of the contact. As it is now, though, he's... a very handsy person on the best of days. Really it's only the fact that he's sprawled out on the sand that means he's only swatted at Tim instead of throwing an arm around him like he's done to almost everyone else on this beach.

"The wine~ hah leaving that spicy shit to Prom, I'm sure he's loving it." A thoughtful hum. "The chocolate shit's good too. Real good. They wouldn't let me have any of the wine until I could say it though." Another easy laugh. C'mon Tim, relaaaaax.

[postictal]

Tim is presently at that stage reminiscent of how a cat gets when they are visibly distressed regarding certain events - but not so distressed that they feel they should get up and do something about it. It's not indifference that arrests him, at least. It's the most that Tim can allow himself to buy into the party atmosphere: peripherally, but not by much.

"Oh, and can you say it now?" He's wry, tapping at the strings of his borrowed instrument with idle directionlessness.

[piercetheheart]

"Rakvrhak!" The 'r's don't roll as they should, he's had too much of it for that. But the base is still correct. He even raises his fist in triumph when he says it, laughing giddily.

He tilts his head for a moment when a couple of the idle notes Tim plays remind him of something from home. "Not quite a guitar, huh?

[postictal]

“Not sure what to call it, actually.” And he won’t even pretend that he can say any of the Jormun words. He’s just some southern dude who likes music, not a linguist. He strums it a couple times more, coaxing a weird, shivering sound out from the strings.

...then shrugs.

“‘M not much fun at parties, I guess,” says Tim, slightly sheepish.

[piercetheheart]

"'s not about if other people think you're fun." Gladio shrugs, shifts a little on the sand so he can lean lazily against one of Tim's legs.

"If you're having fun that's what matters." Like right now. Gladio isn't trying to be fun but he's enjoying Tim's company.

[postictal]

He tenses.

He doesn't mean to, it's not intentional, but it's pure instinct - the coiling up of muscle and the way it locks up in his chest for half a second, and he's supposed to be relaxing it's supposed to be a party but here he is trying to remember to breathe and act like it doesn't -

"You're, uh." Gonna kill the mood, Tim? Gonna bring down the party? "You're pretty, uh, hands-on, when you're drunk."