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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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Two. [He holds up a corresponding number of fingers for effect, though he's studying Tim again. He feels like he's glanced the guy around here and there, but he doesn't know for certain how long he's been here.] Osomatsu-niisan didn't play any instruments, though.

[After a beat, he tacks on:] Don't worry if you haven't seen 'em around. You'd remember them.

Guess this place keeps everyone pretty distracted.

[Most of the people he met, at first, were met through no actual will or desire of his own. He wasn't precisely putting himself in a position to meet people; it more or less happened, regardless of what he preferred. This socializing thing, it turns out, is brutal.]

But...sorry, I guess. That they're gone.

[Yeah, so is Ichimatsu, but he only has a listless shrug to show for it. He's been getting along well enough without them for a while now. Anyway, this isn't about his brothers.]

Like I just said, distractions are fine if you want 'em. That's why you're over here with this harp thing, right? To distract yourself from all the other noisy shit going on.

[Or other demons? Or maybe the guy just likes the fucking harp. he isn't here to judge.]

I'm just not much of a party person. [He shrugs, an awkward hitch of his shoulders.] 'Cause I look like such a social guy, right?

[Wow, look at that. A joke. Stand back everybody, Timothy Wright is getting fucking wild tonight because he made an actual entire joke to someone he's just met.]

[That gets something of a smile; a weird twist at the corner of his mouth, at least. It's not even sardonic.]

Sure. That's why you're stuck talking to another social guy like me.

[At this point, deciding that he's comfortable enough with the conversation, Ichimatsu sits down.]

So, Music Guy, what else do you play?

[It's probably a bad sign, when he can relate to that - the inability to smile in earnest, that casual wry deflection of the way people should act in situations likes this one. Two social guys, getting along the way social guys do.]

Used to play a lotta different stuff. Just not very well.

[The key words being "used to," because most of those instruments are ash now.]

Yeah? Not really much of a music guy after all, then.

[With his knees drawn up, Ichimatsu untucks one hand to direct a pinky towards the weird harp.]

I hope you're better with any of those than you are with that, at least.

[The derogative should sting more than it does. Mostly, Tim just stares at the appropriated instrument with a familiar slab of heaviness sitting in his gut, aching like a phantom limb. The scent of ash on the breeze; that's all in his head, he thinks.]

I was, maybe.

[But those memories are long gone.]

[Ichimatsu studies that look, and gets the sense that maybe he fucked up. Well... that's nothing new. He bites his tongue on the instinct to snap at Tim for no good reason; instead, he gives a heavy sigh and rubs the back of his head, screwing one eye shut.]

[What would someone actually helpful say in a situation like this?]

... so pick one of 'em up again. Or learn how to play that one. I'm sure one of the fish bastards could teach you.

Fish bastards.

[It's only slightly mild; mostly he's hoping that that's not something the Jormun would take offense to, if they overheard it.]

Just doesn't seem like a good use of my time, is all. Or stories.

Yeah, fish bastards.

[Clueless, thy name is Ichimatsu. He raises a skeptical brow. Not worth his time or stories... that sounds like some flimsy excuse Ichimatsu would give, if he'd even bothered to tell any stories lately.]

You have a lot on your schedule in a place like this, huh?

Survival takes up a lotta time and energy.

[Who'd've thunk it, huh? Tim has a limited amount of mental fortitude each day, and a good portion of that is usually devoted to making sure he doesn't succumb to the pull of inertia and let gravity take him to the inevitable end result. And what's left over, when there is any, is usually tipped in favor of his construction project.]

So does building.

June Aftermath: Magic Lantern Strange

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