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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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"Something that isn't a rock, I'd guess."

Jules was pretty sure even he couldn't punch one of those dinky darts though that.

"Hate parties."

Which he did. Parties never ended up going well for him. He tended to be an object of ridicule no matter what he did. Generally he much preferred to stay away from them and the people that partook in their festivities. His life had made him a loner. Even now, after his wife had brought him into more socialization, he was easily overwhelmed in large gatherings.

"I never really went to any, but it's cool to hang out with friends."

He lifted a piece of wood, but a chunk was missing from one side. Hopefully he could find something better than that. "Not normally the social type?"

"That would require having some."

Which he doesn't have. Not really at least. Trajen and Thraix are the only friends he's ever had, and they're pretty recent. Ushara's brother might count in the pool of friends too, but that would be it.

"Hard to enjoy being social when the entire world hates you. Or in my case, the populations and multiple worlds."

He looked at the piece of wood Prompto had just put down curiously.

"Would it be big enough if we cut off the edge?"

His lips quietly formed a straight line for a moment. That certainly hit close to home.

"I can be your friend." Though genuine, he made the offer nonchalantly and didn't hesitate to get back to business.

He hefted the piece of wood back up and leaned it on a table nearby. "I don't know. Maybe. Too bad these don't come in perfect, large circles."

"Heh. Why the hell would you want to do that? Seriously. I'm an ass. Only complete morons want anything to do with me, and even most of them stay away."

Jules' reply was just as nonchalant. He thought nothing of the fact that he was hated anymore. It was simply a fact. He didn't dwell on it very long either. Instead his attention went to the wood, evaluating. His control might or might not be good enough. It's hard to say.

"You think you can do something with that piece or are you willing to potentially sacrifice it?"

"Some people probably think I'm a complete moron."

He was joking and not joking all at once. He didn't think of himself as a moron. He might not have been Ignis levels of intelligence, but he thought there were things he was good at.
On the other hand, some people probably did think he was dumb. He preferred video games and taking pics to studying for tests.

"Sacrifice it? What's that mean?"

"Yeah, well, like I said. Most of those don't want anything to do with me either."

Jullien would openly admit to being a first class idiot, and it had nothing to do with intelligence. He would have gotten a doctorate in college had his grandmother not voided every diploma in his graduating year. He was just an idiot in general.

"Are you willing to risk reducing it to ashes? I might be able to get a circle out of it, but it's not something I've tried before so there's a good chance I'll just set the whole thing on fire."

"That bad of a reputation, huh?"

He wasn't sure he understood, but it sounded like some sort of magic thing. He stepped away from it, juuuust in case any of that 'sacrifice' magic could hit him. "Nah, I don't care if it gets burnt up. We'd just have to find something else then."

The piece they had was questionable to begin with so no big loss. He did watch intently, though, wondering exactly what was going to happen.

"Known throughout the universe as being the most hated being alive other than Justicale Cruel."

He said that like it's no big deal even though it is. It was a fact he's lived with most of his life and has accepted that nobody actually needs a reason to hate him.

"Let's give it a whirl then."

He dropped the piece onto the ground and called upon his second lungs. Fire blazed out of his mouth and danced down his arms. Using all of the control he had, he started burning away at the edges of the board.

He jumped back as soon as he saw the fire going. He'd been caught in enough friendly fire in his time to not hesitate.

"Whoa, is that your own type of magic?"

It was still weird even thinking about others having the magic without any attachment to the royal family but he at least understood it was a thing. All he could think to do was grab his camera and snap a shot.

Jullien was actually part of the royal family. It just wasn't the same royal family Prompto was talking about. It wasn't something he advertised either since he's very much of the belief of F his family and his whole screwed up bloodline.

"Not magic."

Sorry, he was too busy focusing to try not to fry the entire board to explain more at the moment.

Suddenly not talkative? Prompto would have liked to say more, but he got the hint and focused on snapping a few pictures instead, watching him work and staying a safe distance away.

Eventually Jules finished and stared down at the remaining wood. It wasn't a perfect circle and there were some portions remaining that are pretty darn charred, but overall it wasn't goo bad.

"That worked better than I thought it might. You aren't the first person who has called that magic. Totally don't get that. It's just genetics."

"'Cause it looks like magic, dude. Not quite like Noct's magic, but more like fairytale magic."

Once it seemed safe he put the camera away and ran around to pick up the piece of wood. "I think this could work! Just have to paint it a bit. But how did you do that with fire?"

"More like I have a second set of lungs that creates the gas ignition source for the flames."

He said that so casually even though he'd only discovered what the second lungs were for a few years ago. Nobody had understood them before since almost every member of the fyreblood race had been exterminated by his grandmother. The few remaining ones had left Andaria.

"How do I make this easy...? Fire burns wood. Burned wood eventually turns to ash. Ash floats away. The end."

"Dude. Weird," he responded in a teasing way.

Examining it for a few more seconds, he decided to go for it and gestured for him to follow as he jogged off with an extra bounce in his step. He looked for anything that could be used to temporarily stain the wood. Flowers were the best he found, though it didn't make for a very dark stain as he messily made some cuts and tried to spread some red around.

"Wish I just had a can of paint."

"Can't help with that one. Berries would be a decent option, but those aren't just lying around."

And, really, they would be much more useful for food.

"Why not just etch it with a knife?"

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"Worried I'll dull my blade too much..."

He had a knife, he was just concerned about keeping it useful. He glanced over his shoulder. "You got anything?"

Jules pulled a surprisingly tiny dagger out of his boot and handed it over hilt first. He fashioned a whet stone of a sort a while ago. It wasn't perfect, but at least it was something. Even if one of his blades did go dull, he would always have the warsword. That blade never dulled.

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