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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.

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[ They look at what they've drawn, then look at the Drifter again. They are - uncertain, how their friend will take it, considering what they have said of themselves.

But, well. They asked.

After a moment, they lift their hands to sign. ]

FAMILY

[ The Knight is, at heart, a lonely child. Seeking to make connection in whatever way they can. The similarities of their situations is something that resonates too deeply for them to ignore. ]

[Family.]

[That's an...unfamiliar concept, if they are honest with themself. They have experienced even something as small as kinship, as acknowledging a shared bond, only fleetingly. A drunk fetched up against the walls of a village. A drifter with a fur-ruffed cloak, sharing in solitude.]

[They have no metric for what family entails.]

never had one

[A shared race, a shared bloodline, or a shared occupation - but even those had been distant, unformed, flashes of something that stirred little more than a vague sort of curiosity.]

[ The Knight's view of family is...strange. They are bound to their siblings by - a call. A shared purpose. Painful regrets. Union, together, at last. A distant light, calling them into being.

But -- family is their half-sister, needle-sharp, warning them, testing them - and at the last, aiding them. Family is an old stag, holding onto hope for the future of a child he never met. A great hunter, wishing for the sum of his knowledge to be passed to a willing heir. A shaman still thinking of his sister, his aunt, his uncle. A mother willing to give up everything for her daughter.

They are not good enough with words to explain the feeling, beyond -- ]

MEANS-NOT-ONLY-ONE

HAVE-FAMILY-NOW

IF-YOU-WANT

[ If the Drifter doesn't want it, that too is fine; they will accept it.

But in part, they are trying to share that feeling with the Drifter, the warmth it makes them feel. ]

[It sounds like an official sort of...statement. Like becoming a drifter, and donning that garb and hiding your face and taking up old equipment, passed from drifter to drifter to drifter to drifter across the circuits of age and wear and temporal drift and nameless, unidentifiable bodies slumped against walls and moldering into the dirt.]

[Perhaps it is more like becoming a disciple; unofficial, and implicit. Not drawing a blade and kneeling and swearing fealty, but electing to follow a god when she walks the land.]

what does it mean

[Pardon the questions.]

[They just aren't really sure what family entails.]

[ The Knight thinks about this for a long moment. This is an important question, so it deserves a proper answer.

The words are slow in coming - in writing this time. Because the Knight has to ponder it too - what does family mean? What does it mean to them? How can they convey it?

means that

you are precious to others

they think of you

they look for you when you are gone

welcome you when you are here

always connected even when far away, separate

will remember you

will always know you

even if you change, still know

Their meaning of family is - somewhat distorted by their duty to their siblings. They probably don't have a family member that hasn't tried to kill them (maybe the White Lady). But it still means something, it means - connection. Not being lonely. Knowing that someone knows who you are and does not need to be told. When you are spoken of, they will recognise it.

An intrinsic bond. Like drifters recognising drifters, a little. But more personal than that - an acknowledgement of a person, not a title. The person is what matters.

There are many drifters, it seems, but there is only one of their friend. ]

[Is that not how they already...]

[They'd never considered it; the fact that they've assigned this meaning to others before, without really intending to. It is how they picture Ren, who calls their skin pretty, who says they have a good heart, who can hear them in ways that so few can. Perhaps that was presumptuous of them. Perhaps they ought to have asked.]

[The Knight is asking now, in a manner of speaking. They're explaining. That is something the Drifter can well appreciate.]

did not know
that was the word for it

[Should they have asked?]

[ The Knight doesn't want to assume - doesn't want to assign meaning if it isn't first acknowledged by another. It is why they ask now; their longing for connection is different from the Drifter's acceptance of solitude.

(Because declaring such a connection between themselves and another is an imposition, and that would bring them too close to the person who made them.)

family means many different things

used in many different ways

by others

just what it means to me

There are many, many symbols for a family, many ways of writing it. They have traveled enough to understand this.

But the curved horns, that representation of their sibling, that is a symbol unique to their interpretation. It means family only to them, only to the people they tell. ]

[They have to consider it carefully. It is not whether or not they want to that factors in - want has very little to do with it, for if it is something the Knight so obviously craves, then it is simple as declaring it so. It is a gauging of costs and benefits, not for the Drifter themself, but for the tiny creature who wishes to refer to them as someone close to them.]

sick
dying
will not last forever
a species most do not welcome

[Those are all variables that, like it or not, are present. They must be taken into consideration.]

if these are acceptable
then is it what you want?

[ They tilt their head, clearly reading what the Drifter lays out in front of them - simple facts of existence for their friend, but something that makes their soul ache.

(They could argue or rebuke such things, perhaps say it was unfair, but it would be pointless to do, they think. Some things are simply -- intrinsic. The Drifter wears those scars of their existence like the Knight wears their own past; things that are so worn in that they have ceased to become anything to react to.)

But ultimately, it doesn't matter if something doesn't last forever. Nothing lasts forever - they know that very, very well.

What matters is that it was here at all.

So to the Drifter's question -- they nod firmly, without hesitation. Not bothering to speak with their hands, instead using them to clasp one of the Drifter's hands in both their own. ]

[It is a simple answer to a complicated question, and the direct nature of it appeals to them. They can’t claim they have any notion as to what this might mean for the future - what it is that family means, in regards to day to day life, or much of anything at all. And they just consider, also, that the Knight must be truly desperate on some level, of the Drifter is the best they can do.]

[To deny it would be worse. So they nod, as though sealing a contract.]

[There is never any fanfare.]

ok

[ Someday, perhaps, the Drifter will reveal these thoughts, and the Knight will tell them that they care not at all about the colour of the Drifter's skin or their sickness or their frailty. That their request to call the Drifter family is because they find them 'worthless' in the way that someone irreplaceable and precious is above any scale of worth entirely, and had nothing to do with desperation at all, and if they had what few family remained to them here they would still ask the Drifter regardless--

But they have not, and so those words remain uncommunicated.

They release the Drifter's hand after a moment, and then they gesture at the brush again, turning their back.

They would still like to be painted, after all. Though after a moment they rearrange their cloak around their neck, to hide that glowing brand that marks them. Clearly a little self-conscious about it. ]

[And then - ]

[Then it is like nothing has changed. Simply two silent, strange creatures communicating in the only way they can. Is it as easy as that? As saying you wish something were so, and that being enough to make it? If it is as intangible as a concept of friend, or family, perhaps that is so.]

[If only a cure could be enacted in the same way.]

[They are not one for dwelling. So they take up the brush instead. They may as well try.]

[ If only asking could produce a cure, or a way to ease pain. But they already have, and found nothing.

They sit, hands on their knees, back perfectly straight. Trying to make things as easy as possible, and resisting the temptation to turn their head and look at what the Drifter might be doing.

They have to wait until it's done. That makes the surprise better. ]

[It takes them several long moments of careful, laborious brushstrokes, but eventually they sit back and examine their handiwork.]

[The language may be difficult to discern, considering the strangeness of its design - it is not like circular symbols, but perhaps just as abstruse to the untrained eye.]

[They're not as good at drawing as Ren is. So instead, they elected to design a kinder brand than the one the Knight currently wears.]

[ The Knight waits until they're absolutely sure the Drifter has finished, and then sort of crane their neck to look at what's been painted on them.

They...don't know how to read this. It's certainly a language, that much they can be sure of. But not one they can really comprehend.

They scoot back around to face the Drifter again, raising their hands. ]

YOUR-LANGUAGE?

[ They can ask about the meaning later, but if this is indeed the Drifter's language, it's a precious thing. ~~Good thing this paint won't wash off for weeks~~ ]

[The Drifter sketches the blocks out in the sand, a vertical line of geometries that they map out with quick, familiar, two-fingered strokes into the texture of the beach, until they've replicated the symbols exactly.]

yes
means "friend"

[Ta-da. They can do symbols too!]

[ The Knight watches in clear fascination as the Drifter makes those marks on the sand; attempting to mimic their writing, the movements of their hands. Somehow, they hadn't even thought about it, the fact that the Drifter might have this kind of language of their own.

(There were things they'd assumed about the Drifter, too.) ]

SHOW-ME-MORE?

[ They want to learn. They want to be taught. (They still remember the dream, unpleasant though it ultimately was -- that brief experience of being a drifter themselves -- and perhaps part of that dream-self still remains.) ]

[The Drifter considers that. And then, with the precision of someone who has seen these same words many times before, studied them astutely as they uncovered each piece of that puzzle, they begin to sketch them out with swift efficiency.]

[They translate each line as they go, the words hovering beside their sprite.]

TRANSCENDENCE FAITH IMMORTALITY / IN MORTALITY
RIFTS CRAFTED, DANGEROUS POTENTIAL
A FOUNDATION FOR FAITH & VIOLENCE
A LOSS OF SELF, A NARROW PATH TRAVELED

[ They read intently, dividing their attention between watching the Drifter work and the translations they're being given.

It doesn't seem to be a personal story - no, from what they know of their friend, it doesn't match up. It sounds like a record, telling something that happened for those who came after. Is this a story from the Drifter's world? It must be.

Immortality. Rifts. Faith. Violence. ]

STORY-OF-IMMORTAL-CELL?

[A lower of their head in a nod.]

uncovered over time
old monoliths
a history many did not wish to remember

[Presumably, anyway, given the fact that so many of those monoliths had been buried or hidden, as though whoever had inscribed them was ashamed of what they displayed - or that someone else discovered what they spoke, and wished to see it overgrown and discarded.]

[Perhaps, given what it revealed of the state of the world, this was understandable.]

[ They nod. They know how that is. (They were a small fragment of Hallownest's forgotten history, after all). ]

OTHERS-MAKE-MISTAKES

TRY-TO-HIDE-IT

DO-NOT-UNDERSTAND

IT-DOES-NOT-HELP

[ Hallownest's old wounds were deep and fearsome. But they could only be fixed once they were revealed. (The Knight doesn't really understand shame at such things (or shame much at all). There was only do, or do not. No point worrying about undoing it. It had already happened.)

They tilt their head as this raises another question for them. Things they'd never really thought to ask. This is a day of firsts for the Knight, too. ]

UNCOVER-HISTORY

YOUR-DUTY?

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it is what drifters do

[It is, perhaps, understandable - that a history shrouded in shame would not wish to be remembered. But the husks of long-fallen Titans, eroded over time as they collapsed into the landscape, were not simple reminders enough. Not when the Immortal Cell continued to eat at the core of the world, bleeding its toxins into the world.]

retrieve broken history
recover technology that has been abandoned
remember our fallen brethren

[They pinch at the fabric of their cloak briefly between two fingers. Sometime down the line, perhaps, someone will find their body hunched against the wall - reclaim their cloak, their sword, their sprite, and use them to accomplish great things. Their name will not survive, nor will their deeds, but some portion of them will endure.]

[That is the best a drifter may hope for.]

[ The Knight nods in solemn understanding. It seems simple and straightforward enough; a list of responsibilities to perform, when the need arises.

It is similar to their own travels, wandering from place to place, aiding others at need, wielding their weapon with skill. A sparse existence, needing and asking for little.

(They are not sure, then, why they feel sad. They are not quite able to comprehend the root of that feeling.) ]

DRIFTER-IS-NAME-AND-TITLE?

[ Does the Drifter have their own name? Or is this simply who they are now, all in one, with no other drifters here to contest such a thing? ]

title

[They don't elaborate. They've no need to, really. If they have a name, it has long since lots its relevance - to them, to the world, to the culture of drifters as a whole. Even to the god that walked the world (beside them, at times, but mostly in front, her tail a slender exclamation point drawing them ever closer to the end). What is the importance in a name, for someone like them?]

[In essence, not much.]

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