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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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[Hark -- though the Knight may now be tol, someone they know remains as short as they've ever been. They may have to glance down to see Frisk move up nearby, their own knuckles streaked with glowing paint, the outline of a heart messily scrawled on the back of their hand.]

[Frisk waves said hand up at the Knight to get their attention, if they haven't been seen already; smiling, they trace a rough approximation of one of the shapes adorning the Knight's mask over their own face. If they've even noticed the difference in height, it doesn't seem to bother them. They seem more interested in complimenting the artist.]

[ The Knight certainly recognises this nice friend of theirs, who gave them candy and talked to them about names. And they've even engaged in painting! CLEARLY, A FRIEND OF GOOD TASTE.

Looking down instead of up for once is a novel experience, but kneeling so they can be at eye level with Frisk is an easy task. The compliment has the Knight trace the curve of a smile across their own face with their free hand, then signing clumsily but clearly with both. ]

THANK-YOU

[ They gesture with the brush, towards Frisk. ]

CAN-PAINT

IF-YOU-WANT

[ They've clearly been making more of an effort to learn sign language, though they're a bit wobbly and stilted with it. Still, what they're asking is clear; they'd enjoy painting their friend with some of the intricate designs they've put on themselves, if that is indeed what Frisk wants.

Or they can paint the Knight. They're not fussed, either way. The opportunity to be able to share something with the people they feel closest to is what matters. ]

[oh. Clumsy or not, the ASL comes through clearly enough, and Frisk is thrilled. The corners of their eyes wrinkle softly and they lift their own hands, eager to sign back -- but they make sure to gesture legibly, and don't forget to speak in tandem.]

Can I paint a deer on you?

[ The Knight seems equally happy to see Frisk smile, as much as they can express it. It's been a long few months.

They nod, holding out the brush and a pot of paint to Frisk, then rearranging themselves to sit so that Frisk is easily able to paint on them. Their arms have already been decorated with little doodles of suns and cats and the like, courtesy of Ren, but there's still plenty of space left to paint. ]

[And paint they shall. Frisk takes up the brush and leans in, their eyebrows furrowing and mouth tightening into an overly serious expression as they start meticulously painting on the biggest spot available to them. They're kind of a space hog, actually.]

[It only takes them a couple minutes, because Frisk isn't a master artist. Their work is a bit childish, with a few obvious liberties taken to make the deer look similar to their friend, but there's still pride in their loud huff as they plunk the brush into the pot victoriously.]

[done!!]

[ They watch Frisk at work, inspect the drawing once it's done; it gets another traced smile, a clumsy signing: ]

I-LIKE-IT

[ They pick up the brush again, gesturing to Frisk. 'Speaking' again. ]

WANT-PAINTING?

[ Clearly they're in an artistic mood. They seem eager, as much as they can convey eagerness. ]

Okay.

[Frisk isn't one for wide smiles, but they're beaming nonetheless; their eyes have turned up into little crescents, and they pull up one of their sleeves, presenting their arm to the Knight fearlessly. Unfortunately, they can't sign like this, so they decide to spell out the letters with their free hand as they speak.]

A-n-y-t-h-i-n-g.

[ Anything? They consider Frisk's arm for a moment, considering what leaps to mind when they think of their friend. Then, they begin to paint.

It may amuse Frisk somewhat to see that, contained within the intricate, curving patterns that the Knight paints, there are little symbols of what looks an awful lot like the candy they shared on their first meeting. (Hand signs, too, because that is one of the other things the Knight associates with them, but candy is also a reoccurring pattern. There are others, but they're more abstract, not immediately understandable.)

When they finish painting Frisk's arm, they put the brush back in the pot to sign, indicating the designs there. ]

WHAT-I-THINK-OF

WHEN-THINK-OF-YOU

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