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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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Shion leans into the half hug, he might have issues with a million things but physical contact is not one of them. His smile became a little more solid.

"I didn't know you could sing." There was really no reason he shouldn't be able to sing, but he was so... Of course Rat was someone who could fight, who fought without mercy and yet had the most beautiful voice.

He's not thinking about Rat, except how can he not. He would hate this, people coming together, singing, laughing. Drinking. Even after years Shion could imagine the very curl of his lip as he would look on this scene with disdain. He misses him. It's the music. Of course. And probably the fact two mouthfulls of rakvrhak was too much.

"You're good."

"Eh, I think I'd say passable at best." He laughs and shrugs. If he couldn't sing at least a little decently Ignis would've thrown him out of the car before their road trip really got started.

And he wasn't as obnoxious about it as Prompto.

"'s fun though." And it's a good song. A song about hope and friendship and overcoming obstacles. It seemed fitting.

Shion shook his head. He was good. But he knows he is not the best judge, he knows nothing of music or singing.

"I'm glad your having fun." It was good that everyone was having fun. As strange as it felt he was glad for it.

"The Jormun really like parties, it seems." There had been a Jormun party when he had first arrived. Though one with a different tone.

"You having fun, kiddo?" Sorry Shion you're either kiddo or flirt-worthy when he's like this and you're a bit too young and too serious for him to actually flirt with.

"'s a good party. They're good at this. Hope they come hang with us more often."

He froze at the name, for a moment unable to do anything, unable to say anything. Kiddo will always be emotionally charged, it will always belong to Reno. Belong to notes stuck on his forhead and flour sprinkled in his hair. Belong to being knocked down and pulled back up until he could stand his ground. He misses him, it's hard to miss someone but also at the same time hope you never see them again. Because hopefully that means he got home, was on his world where he belonged. His life could continue.

Unlike when Tim had called him it after Ai'Tuoh Shion's alright, he can cope with this. He takes a deep breath but then smiles, tries to laugh it off. "I'm not a kid, I'm nineteen." He doesn't look nineteen, he barely looks sixteen.

"Hopefully they will, I think Ceej has managed to befriend most of them."

For a boy who hadn't had any friends growing up it is very impressive that Connor has seeminly brought two very different peoples together.

He's used to people not caring for the nickname, Talcott hated it now that he was seventeen. Shion's protest sounds like every other teenager that insists he's more grown up than he is and Gladio thinks nothing of it, rolls his eyes a little and chuckles.

Sorry, Shion, that's not going to be much of a deterrent.

"They seem like good folks to have around. They do this often then?" Because this is the first he's seen of them since coming here.

It seems to have worked, Shion can deal with an eye roll and a chuckle. It's much better than concern, or annoyance.

"When I first arrived they were having a party to celebrate the return of the sun. Then they helped Ceej sail us all back from Ai'Tuoh when those that hadn't been arrested came to save those that had."

Celebrate the return of the sun.

Ignis has told him a little bit about that, about how Rory came to him. Mentioned it in those early days when Gladio cried over the sun even as he thought for sure he'd be blinded by it. It's a sobering reminder of the dangers of this place and their past.

"The Dawn is certainly worth celebrating..." His voice is a little softer, a little more thoughtful. "And they helped in a rescue mission, hmm? I guess I should thank them for looking after you guys while I wasn't here."

"They have been very helpful. And they seem to think we can be helpful to." Like with the kaleidoshells. That was important, that made them allies rather than... They didn't see the islanders are people who were uncapable of looking after themselves. They didn't seem to see them as burdens but as... if not equals then at least assests.

"They'd probably like you, they seem to appreciate strength."

June Aftermath: Magic Lantern Strange

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