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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[shatteredlenses]

[Ignis can't help but be surprised by Laurent's response. The blonde had been ready to fight the other night, but now he is just going to walk away? He can understand if Laurent is tired after that, but this seems like more than that.

For a moment, he listens to that unsteady gait and then his hostility bleeds away and Ignis realizes exactly what's going on. He stands and takes a few steps after the blonde before speaking.]

You're hurt, and I don't suppose you're planning on seeing a healer, are you?

[crosslaced]

Don’t follow me.

[Ignis had been fun to banter with, but Laurent can’t afford openly antagonising him. There’s no venom in his voice- no snide half-rebuttals- just straightforward distrust. Straightforward unwillingness to engage. He’s had enough blowback with Gladio as is.]

I’m looking for one right now. One that isn’t you. You’ve made the new nature of our relationship abundantly clear.

[shatteredlenses]

Funny, I'm fairly certain you're the one who drew that line in the sand. I'm the one who tried to convince you differently.

[And got a little carried away in the process. Honestly, Ignis should be ashamed he let something as petty as anger slow him from healing someone who obviously needs it.

Still, he does stop following Laurent for the moment, arms crossed loosely over his chest.]

There is no reason for you to drag yourself hurt across the beach just to prove a point. Surely, even you can see that.

[crosslaced]

[Ignis certainly did more than that, and it pisses him off to have things painted like that again. He’s always the one at fault, of course, and Scientia is a goddamn angel and everyone will believe this.

But whatever. Ignis was never a truly safe person to be around because he knew something like this might happen. Laurent is sure to keep out of healing range when he pauses.]

Fine, say what you will. Just stay away from me.

[He’s very serious about proving points. But really, leave him alone he’s serious about that too, finally.]

[shatteredlenses]

I'm not certain what you want me to say. I think we both know should I apologize for letting my emotions get the best of me, you won't believe it.

[He pauses for a moment, voice genuine when he does continue.]

For what little it may be worth to you, I do apologize. Gladio means as much to me as Damen means to you. Wouldn't you have been frustrated beyond measure if you tried to understand why a friend stabbed Damen only to be met with evasions?

[Almost as soon as Ignis finishes the question, he uncrosses his arm and raises a hand.]

Don't answer that. It's meant as an explanation, not an excuse.

[crosslaced]

[Damen has been stabbed many times and tbh most of it is at least partially his own fault. Still, Laurent will look after him.]

It’s not that complicated.

[It doesn’t have to be complicated, he means. That’s the benefit of assumptions- they’re simple, they’re probably true, and you’re probably in the right. It works out. His voice is softer, relenting on his tone a bit; it’s very slightly tired. Because tigershark, you know.]

I care for neither. [The footsteps start again, slowly.] As long as there won’t be further missteps- as long as we're separated.

[shatteredlenses]

[Ignis shakes his head, though when the footsteps start up again, he forces himself not to follow. Laurent is politically trained, just like he is, and Ignis know that for men like them actions speak louder than words. Words are far too easy to twist.

Still, it's very hard to let an injured man walk away from him.]

We live on a set of small islands and we can't always control the events that take place here. You realize that staying 'separated' is far more difficult than you are making it out to be.

[crosslaced]

[At this distance, yelling across the beach is too tiring… so Laurent resorts to just stone-calling. ]

What part of “I don’t want to talk to you now” do you not understand?

[dial tone.]

[shatteredlenses]

[Ignis sighs when the connection goes dead in his ear, raising one hand to rub at the bridge of his nose. There is part of him that is sorely tempted to call Laurent right back despite everything, but he hushes that part of his mind and just drops the crystal back into his pocket. As much as he hates letting an injured man walk away from him, this is a perfect time to put letting actions speak louder than words into play.

Still, as he turns to go in the opposite direction Laurent went, Ignis knows he's going to have to find something to distract himself for a while. Otherwise, he's likely to give into that guilty itch at the back of his mind and go looking for the injured blonde to try again. Helping is just that ingrained in his nature.]