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June Aftermath: Magic Lantern Strange

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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Lup, no. This is the opposite of discretion, the ONE fucking way this heist could be made more ostentatious than it already was. Why are you like this. But whatever, not like he's gonna give up now, gotta commit to the bit.

He's gotta admit though, she's making a pretty choice impression right now, and he can't help a fond, drunk grin. Clearly she shares his sixth sense for opportunities for drama, and he's so proud of how she's put it to use.

He flips her off nonetheless, and then sets to heckling her soundly. "Fuck off, Lup! Get your own blankets! These are pretty clearly spoken for! Boooo!"

"CANNONBALL!!"

Whoops, sorry, did you say you needed MORE attention? Having seen Lup tear her way across the beach in a glowing blur, Ed is quick to follow. Of course, given he's had probably three bottle's worth of choice booze by now, his attempt at a wing-assisted leap is more than a little clumsy, and he less 'lands' on the cushion float and more 'crashes into it like a drunk-ass frat boy'.

And yes, his wings are indeed covered with glowing doodles, why do you ask?

And yet another hears the nonsense occurring and she doesn't hesitate to follow the siren's call of this fun chaos. The odds of these poor thieving elves getting away with their comfortable leftovers is pretty much plummeting at this point. Whoops. And thanks Edward. His crash land displaced one of the blankets, so that it's sort of halfway dragging on the ground which means-

She's gonna jump on it and start 'surfing'. Nice. Keep pulling her along, she's just here for the ride home.

Oh shit, what's this, the fucking blanket police? Nah, it's just her lame-ass brother, here to be a drag. She laughs delightedly at the source of the heckling (because she's delighted to see him all lit up too, shut up), pleasantly waving two middle fingers his way. Right around this point it comes to her, maybe he's doing the Levitating, maybe he's disappearing the blankets, to like, reappear them in their camp?

Oh well, she's helping! Hide your crimes in plain sight, bro! Also, that's when a furry fucking grenade lands on her float and she's gotta deal with that. Trying to give Ed a hand up, she kinda, trips over the unnecessary amount of limbs here, landing in a tangle of glowing wings. That's a lot and she's gonna need a minute.

"Dude, you're beautiful! Great job!"

She sort of rolls over to get out of Ed's whole entire grill and spots Ren, just. Fuckin. Blanket surfing like she invented it? Holy shit. This is the best day of her life, again. That gets a thumbs up for sure.

"Pumpkin! Rad!!"

Why would it not be sound knowledge, lets be real. After a number of said drinks, Kravitz too is in on this plan, wheather he knew it was a plan before this moment or not. He wants these and no one's going to miss them, probably. Even though he's plenty wasted, he's taking this job of the utmost importance.

Also he has telekenisis, so, he's actually the most qualified dude for the job.

He grabs on to the parade of stuffing easily, not even hitting a tenth of his capacity, and grins at Taako a little lopsided. "Oh, this is-- this is a good idea. I've got this, don't worry. Absolutely have this."

Oh good, many of his favorite people + one goat are here now, excellent. It's kind of bewildering? Lup is hollerin, that dude's got a lot of wing, Ren is crushing it and her bedtime is never, there's a lot to take in. It's kind of a relief for Kravitz to take over, and Taako hasn't even realized this heist was doomed from the start without him.

Also the fact that he's just goddamn. Going for it, he's just down to steal all these textiles. Unexpected but pure gold, Taako is delighted and proud of his horrible thieving bird man. He beams back, just as stupidly.

"Oh thank god, these idiots aren't light," or maybe Taako is just drunk and lazy. He cups his hands around his mouth even though he doesn't need the slightest bit of help being a loud asshole, and addresses the rest of this raiding party at top volume. "See?? This is how it's done, this is how you heist! Y'all better be taking notes!"

"Damn fuckin' right, I'm gorgeous!!" Ed laughs and attempts to haul himself up, but it only lasts for a minute before he's on his ass again and he decides you know what, it's kinda nice down here he'll just chill for now.

He laughs when he spots Ren down there surfing away and casts her a thumbs up and a "Rock on, kiddo!" before he's distracted by Taako (was that his name? He's pretty sure that's the name) hollering his head off, and come on my dude, you gotta get on a platform if you're gonna be the boss 'round here!

Which is why he leeeeeans over and grabs him by the shirt to haul his entire wizardy ass up onto the party float--you know, as you do.

Boy, this float has brought out the best in everyone. Lup and Taako are yelling left and right, Kravitz came out of nowhere to assist in the best way possible and Edward's doing the lord's work by dragging uncle Taako up to his rightful place atop the float. This is wild. She's not sure what's going on, but they're looting? Heisting? Anyway, the point being stuff is floating now thanks to Kravitz and while she had thought about climbing up-

Edward's an incredible giant distraction and she's sure Lup's gonna focus on Taako once he's up there, so-you know. She's gonna just tug her surfblanket free with all her dumbass might, throw a couple leaves up towards the flying pillow monstrosity for who knows what reason, and try to amble off with her wares. Bye!! Fam!! Ya'll have a good time. She got what she wanted. Just ignore the fact she's going home with 99% of these hooligans-this is a successful child heist.

Listen, Ed's got her horrible weasel brother handled, why would she need to pay attention to that? Aside from feeling incredibly vindicated because yes, Taako indeed belongs on top of the float where everybody can see him and adore him and boy is she drunk and gay right now. She just beams proudly at Ed's efforts for a second, completely not even noticing the fact that somebody else is keeping the float going now.

What she does notice, however, is Ren's downright criminal escape attempt and she quickly climbs to her hands and knees, clinging to the edge of this magic fucking carpet to point wildly at her. "Stop that pumpkin! Somebody! This is-- heistception!!" She cackles, gesturing and wailing in the most dramatic way possible. "She's getting awaaaaay!"

Honestly, Kravitz probably shouldn't be doing this? He'll be appropriately mortified when he's sober. Until then, he's here being a horrible little magpie fueled entirely by his desire to keep the pillows he's been lounging on all night. So he just smiles at Taako, giving him a sloppy kiss before his boyfriend is hoisted northwards and he becomes the captain of this bullshit hover train. There's at least four people on here now. He should probably be counting how much he's hefting, but it's like what happens when you go swimming while wasted. You go very, very hard and then can't feel any of your limbs the next day because all restraints melted into the party zone.

Which is what happens when Lup hollers and Ren tries to escape and he just laughs, reaching out a free hand and grabbing her telekentically too, to hoist her up towards Lup. "Catch, then!" He's laughing in a way that's so unlike him, not even concerned with the fact that they are just-- brazenly stealing. They're Out Here Doing It. It's incredible.

"Now! Anyone else! I might as well take requests!"

Is it really stealing, if it's at a party? If you think about it, what they're really doing is helping clean up. Pre-emptively. It's fine. He can't even protest being beamed aboard the pillow raft by main force. Mostly because he doesn't have time for any protest beyond kind of a surprised 'hup' sound.

This is all just really good, they deserve this. Maybe not the blankets and pillows, though that's a matter of opinion. But like, spiritually? Totally deserved. Taako is struggling to keep some semblance of balance while engaged in what is kind of the exact opposite of surfing, overjoyed and giggling wildly as only the drunk can. His boyfriend, who was never as much of a stick in the mud as he gets discredit for anyway, is levitating an urchin like it's a new sport he's invented. He's not even mad at his surfing lesson getting upstaged by a pillow float ride. That's how great tonight is.

"Yeah, I got a request! Does this thing go any faster or what?" He whoops, steadying himself before he takes some kind of drunk goat-based injury. Are they on inebriated leaning terms? They are now. "How 'bout stunts?"

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