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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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Leave the title of fairest to Ignis.

[Gladio still hasn’t noticed Laurent’s injury. The blonde is finally realising that his conversation partner might be… drunk, considering Gladio's entire demeanour. It works out for him, actually. Maybe Laurent can pretend he’s not in non-negligible pain and Gladio will leave him alone after a while.

It’s kind of annoying that Gladio thinks Ignis is prettier than him, but on second thought, this is also good. Let Ignis deal with the half dozen people queuing to get into his bed.]

My favourite epithet is ‘cast-iron bitch’.

Edited 2018-06-27 05:16 (UTC)

[Well Gladio's the one that made that bed so everyone else has to wait.

See if Laurent were to give any more clear indication of the fact that he's in pain Gladio would be bellowing for Ignis to come fix him. But since he's hiding it so well the behemoth is content to just smile and chatter on, utterly undeterred by Laurent's attitude.]

Cast-iron bitch? Damn that's a good one.

My men gave it to me.

[There’s satisfaction in his voice, maybe even pride. It’s a bit strained because there’s also probably a broken arm involved but in this state, it’s unlikely Gladio will pass that perception check. The point is, the Guard’s nicknames live on in the multiverse as they deserve.]

What’s- your nickname, then?

Don't really have anything badass like that. Not like the Marshal.

[Laurent totally remembers the legend of the Immortal, right? Clearly he'd remember that when he's standing here broken and talking to a dumb drunk jock.]

Just my title, Shield's enough for me, though.

[Laurent doesn’t see the distinction between a Marshal and a Shield- they sound equally badass? But okay, he’s keeping quiet about significant pain, obviously he’s going to keep quiet about this. ]

Shield. [a thoughtful pause.] The Prince’s Shield? How many of you are there?

[How big is Noctis’ prince parade?]

Edited 2018-07-04 09:38 (UTC)

Shields? It's a generational thing. The Amicitias have acted as the King's Shield for centuries. My dad was Noct's dad's Shield. Now I'm his. And... if things weren't so fucked up my kid would be his kid's Shield.

[Sorry Laur he totally misread that. Not how many people in the Prince's retinue but how many Shields. He's assuming Ardyn mentioned Gilgamesh or something.]

[That was kind of what he wanted to know, but he isn’t happy to really know this information. One might see it in his expression, how it falters momentarily into something like crestfallenness. Very quickly he arranges it into something more neutral.]

That kind of title. Look at you, the one and only Shield of the night.

[It’s really nothing to be jealous about. Even if Vere had these things, the bodyguard would have been Auguste’s. It would have been no different.]

… that’s certainly very dramatic, but I think I’m a little bruised up by that tigershark. I should really go find some medical attention.

[He laughs at that, a little too hard and too loud. Completely missing that flicker in Laurent's expression.]

Yeah, King Night Light.

[If he hadn't had so much alcohol he would not be joking about it, not when he'd been pulled away from Noctis' side before they went to face down Ardyn and the Kings of Yore.]

Oh... OH! Hey you want me to get Igs?

Oh, no. Ignis works so hard normally, I’d rather he take a break today. There’re many other healers.

[i hate him.]

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