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
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[catpiper]

It's dope. You did a good job.

[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.

[tuskenlancer]

Thanks.

[ 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.

[catpiper]

[Then Wash better watch out, because Ren's going to remember that name and form some kind of loose, cat lover's united association with it. Of course Wash would like a cat!! Of course this woman would!! Who wouldn't. Cats are Great.

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.]

[tuskenlancer]

[ Wash would definitely like a cat. Please Ren, do your worst.

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.

[catpiper]

[Terrible. She's setting this poor man up for a life of randomly being painted on be a horrible girl. Too bad CT's the first recipient of this random protection charm, that more than likely won't stop at the cat one. No, now she has a bigger plan in the works.]

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.

[tuskenlancer]

Sure.

[ 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?

[catpiper]

[God, CT is the best kind of person. Enjoy watching these horrible glow in the dark cat doodles come to life. Each and every one of them is Bad and getting progressively worse the further she goes.

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.

[tuskenlancer]

[ This is definitely not what she'd had in mind when she'd picked up the paint. But hey, it's temporary. And who's going to laugh at her? Wash? Yeah, right. ]

Right, the rocks.

How exactly do those work, anyway?

[catpiper]

I don't know. You think about someone and then you say 'hello'.

[Comes the simple response. They're rocks. Rocks that talk. Rocks that work as walkie talkies on an island that traps people from multiple worlds.

So, you know, it's fine. Don't question it.]

Lup helped give us these special treasures. She'd know more about things like that.

[The elf camp inhabitants seem to have known about it too?? But LupNet's explanation should probably come from the source.]

[tuskenlancer]

[ That explains exactly nothing, but somehow, she hadn't expected much else. CT tilts her head, the name unfamiliar. ]

Lup?

[catpiper]

Lup.

[She repeats, then briefly pulls back from her leg canvas to bring her hands up to her ears, extending them out. Elf ears. Wiggle wiggle.]

Like that. She doesn't have a hat, but still looks very 'dope'. You can say hello to her and she'll say it back to you and smile. That's how you'll know it's her.

[Or just look for [1] elf among the masses. She's here, somewhere.]

[tuskenlancer]

[ CT's pretty sure that most people would say "hello" back to her if she ever felt social enough to say it to them first. But she nods gravely anyway, squinting as she tries to figure out what the weird ear gesture thing means. Is Lup an elephant? Or...She hesitates, biting her lip. ]

She's not...from a place called Thedas, is she?

[catpiper]

[Her hands lower and there's an attempt to remember all the places the elves have talked about. Thedas hasn't come up, but they're seasoned travelers of the universe, apparently. Doesn't mean it wasn't their original home.]

She hasn't said that name.

[Captain useless, reporting for duty. As a consolation for this terrible info session, there is one small tidbit that might shed some light on whatever this situation is.]

She said she's not a pirate, but-

[Let's be real. Let's be freaking real]

They lived on a ship that blasted stars. I don't know if that's a 'Thedas'.

[tuskenlancer]

It doesn't sound like it.

[ There had been ships, sure, but none that...blasted stars. Whatever that means.

She gives Ren a tiny smile. ]

Sure sounds like pirates to me.

[catpiper]

[Good, she gets it. They quote UNQUOTE weren't pirates. They just flew on a ship through space and did space things. Probably looted a bit.

Pirates]

That's what I think too. That makes her very 'cool', but not the cold kind. The other way.

[Who's Lup? an innocent CT asks, one fateful evening, as a girl paints two million whiskers on her leg.]

You'll feel her 'cool' warm heart. That's how you'll know it's her.

[Or just like. Ask for her by name. Everyone knows her aunt!!]

[tuskenlancer]

[ Is this...supposed to be a code? Is Ren trying to give her a message? How is she supposed to feel anybody's heart?

Well, she knows what "cool" means, anyway (and not just the cold kind). She nods, expression grave. ]

I'll watch for her.

[catpiper]

[Remember it well-it doubles as an elfmart coupon on senior days with all red stickered items. Which is to say, it doesn't and she's dumb. Good luck.

That Lupinfo session gives her enough time to finish up her grand masterpiece, pulling back from the preschooleresque doodles to survey her work. Gosh, this is good. This woman will be Protected forever.]

Now you can look at them and feel safe all the time.

[tuskenlancer]

[ She leans down to inspect her new (thankfully temporary) tattoo, pausing for half a second before deciding to run with it. Not much else she can do at this point, anyway, and there's no reason to hurt Ren's feelings. ]

It looks great.

[ She smiles up at Ren. ]

Thanks.

[catpiper]

[It does look great and seeing her smile, knowing that she'll be safe with this kitty protection charm for days to come, is worth the time spent here instead of hobbling around aimlessly.

She stands, offering a big smile in return, and points off to some unknown location over yonder.]

Are you hungry? Do you want to eat with me?

[tuskenlancer]

[ CT shrugs. She hadn't eaten much earlier, because...well, because it had mostly been stuff like fried eel. It'll probably be the same stuff now, but she can probably find something more or less edible.

Besides, this is oddly nice, hanging out and getting horrible artwork drawn on her legs. ]

Sure. I could eat.

[catpiper]

[It's tempting to pull the already hoarded food out of her bag and share those, instead of making the short trek. These are lil meals she's saving for the fam though. Who doesn't like a heaping dose of bag covered seafood? A fool.]

Okay, I'll take you there. I won't let you get lost.

[But first! She waves her hands over the woman's legs, quickly air drying the glow paint so the cats don't smear. Not today, nature. A few seconds of that and she starts to move forward, towards whatever Food Area catches her eye.]

[tuskenlancer]

Okay.

[ She doesn't think getting lost will be an issue, but she nods in agreement anyway, and gets to her feet, careful not to smudge the paint as she does. ]

Thanks.

[ It should be dry by now, right? Still, she walks carefully at first, just in case. ]

[catpiper]

[Good, CT respects the art and understands the importance of keeping this kitty talisman safe. Which allows her to fully concentrate on The Food, or as it turns out, The Drink. When she gets a whiff of that familiar hot chocolate mixture, she eagerly points it out to her new friend.]

That! You have to try that-it's very good.

[tuskenlancer]

[ It definitely smells good. Still, CT tilts her head dubiously as she studies the drink. ]

What is it?

[catpiper]

Something warm.

[She doesn't know the name!! Just trust the weird drink made by snake-fish people. It's fine, gosh. Besides, she's taking a sip of her own drink and Not Dying. Do it, do it, do it.]