June Aftermath: Magic Lantern Strange

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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
Feeling a tad adrift? Make sure to check the OOC Event Post, which has details regarding the event timeline!

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Comments

[catpiper]

[Look, normally she would be all for a quick lesson on How To Not Die, and would probably be taking notes, if not for her previous experience on the matter. It's f i n e. It's better than her pre-elf life, when she would scavenge through decade old tv dinners or half eaten food an animal left behind to find something to eat. It's just a good, old fashioned, pocket meal.]

Dirt and dust aren't ghosts. Those things won't hurt you. You wipe them off and then you eat the food.

[Poor, little dingus. To demonstrate, she takes a small piece out of her pocket and pops it right into her mouth. So!!! Good!!]

I'm still warm and my heart is beating. I didn't die.

[deathfindsaway]

[He just sighs, all too tired.]

Of course not, you don't die immediately from these things. You just feel sick, or don't get lucky, I-- I don't know how to explain this to you.

[Ren!!! Please!! Listen to him!!]

I know I've asked your advice on life matters before, but I am plenty confident in this. Food should be without dirt, sand, or other inedible items. It's not a guarantee, but it does pose a risk. Do you understand?

[catpiper]

[She's aware mold and rotten food can make you ill. Sand and dirt? That's never posed a problem. The little specks here and there don't taste great, but the frosting covers it up just fine.]

It's okay. I'm used to things like this. It won't hurt me.

[He seems to feel strongly over the matter and she's not here to stress him out, even if he's wrong. Don't put food in your bag they say. Don't eat dirt they say. People are so hard to please, god.

At least his plea hasn't gone unheard. She does make an effort to pick the sand and grime off her grubby little fingers-better?]

But I'll try to take it off first. I can do that.

[deathfindsaway]

[Ren no you shouldn't be used to things like this, you're going to break his heart, what have the elves been letting you do.

He sighs, resigned.]


Thank you. I appreciate it. I simply-- I would hate to see anything happen to you that was entirely preventable.

[Just because he deals in death doesn't mean he thinks it should be pointless. Death has meaning, has grace-- it shouldn't be children eating dirt until it clogs their stomachs.]

I just want you to take care of yourself.

[catpiper]

[Entirely prevantable like she isn't one medication bottle away from dying of an incurable disease. Also, she's a free elf!! She runs to the beat of her own hooligan drum.

But it's touching to know she's surrounded by people who care about her enough to point out she shouldn't do the things she had done in her previous world. It makes a smile cross her face again.]

I know how to take care of myself.

[Dirty cake aside. Don't judge her!!! Once her fingers are free of mother earth's grasp, she starts picking at the piece of cake in Kravitz's hand, if he doesn't move it away. No dirt, no sand-she'll check that thing from front to back. He'll be just fine.]

And I'll take care of you too. We'll both be okay.

[deathfindsaway]

[Hey! Don't go there! You're talking to death here buddy maybe he can pull some strings. Even if he can't stop her from dying she can get a sweet hangout spot and all the cats she wants in the afterlife, he'll arrange it personally.

In the meantime, he just sort of watches her clean the cake in his hand, and he realizes he had completely forgotten it was even there. Well. Now she's out here doing that. This is happening.

He just sighs.]

... Yes. Of course. Looking out for each other.

[God, they need something else to talk about that isn't his cake bafflement.]

Are you enjoying the party?

[catpiper]

[If she were to ever learn that kind of comfort could be provided with her death, she might be able to accept her mortality a bit easier. Sadly, deathcussion is off the table because she is one of the few islanders that apparently wants to live. And how do you avoid death?? By not talking about it.

Thankfully, he asks a great question and this human nightlight throws her arms up, waving them back and forth like she's trying to fly away.]

Yes, they painted me and it's not coming off.

[Not matter how hard!! she shakes!! her arms!! Not a drop smears, smudges or falls to the ground. Incredible and naturally she has to show off each intricate design, from the stars on her bare feet to the globs of sparkle in her hair.]

Are you having fun? Do things like this make you happy?

[deathfindsaway]

[Listen, right now, he's gonna just run with 'people who actually want to be alive and aren't trying to top speed die', so, let's go with that. Besides, right now, he's busy admiring her as the little human firefly that could.]

Well, I suppose anything that would go in water needs to be rather permanent, or at least stick properly.

[But he can't help but smile at her excitement, regardless.]

I'm... it's certainly an event. I've never been much for large events like this. Or rather, I haven't been to an event like this for a very long time, and certainly not one among mortals.

[catpiper]

[There's that ghostly allusion again and it only solidifies her belief that he used to be some kind of spirt. Suddenly, she feels a great deal of gratitude for whoever brought them all here-it's a chance for Kravitz to enjoy Taako's company and experience all the goodness being alive has to offer.

But it is big, loud and filled with people. That used to make her nervous and she wonders if that same anxious cloud is hovering over him.]

I can make it smaller for you, but you have to sit down first.

[What does that mean? Find out on the next episode of Kravitz and Terrible Life Choices.]

[deathfindsaway]

[Mmm, goodness of being alive. Sure. He was very happy being undead, thank you, he doesn't like sweating and needing to eat and sleep. Also, he wants his skeleton face back.

Honestly, it's not that it makes him nervous so much as he just doesn't know how to talk to people. Starting new conversations for the hell of it, small talk, anything simple is just lost on him. But once again, she says things and he can't even begin to concept what they are, so he just. Agrees? He guesses? Whatever, he's here in hand cake land.]

And how exactly are you going to make it smaller...?

[He's still gonna sit though. Like, why not.]

[catpiper]

[Don't question her methods. She could have some kind of secret antmanesque powers brewing within her and now Kravitz will be the only one with that secret knowledge. Except, it's not like that. At all.]

I'll make you some armor. You have to stay there.

[Annnnnnd she ambles off into the crowd to go who knows where to do heck knows what. Apparently her special leaf magic is in another castle and she's gotta find it first. Which, thankfully, doesn't take long. Within a few minutes, she's back, blanket in hand and if he hasn't moved, she's going to throw the cloth over his head.

Nice. Great idea. A+. This solves every single problem known to man.]

[deathfindsaway]

[He doesn't know what he expected. It's almost the entire point that he didn't, actually, that causes him to just sit there and wait for her to come back. He does eat the handful of pocket cake while she's gone, though. It basically doesn't have sand in it anymore. He just doesn't want to set that example for her. Be Good, Don't Eat Dirt. But she returns triumphantly and flings a blanket over his head and he can almost see the enthusiastic and proud smile she's probably sporting right now.

Well. It. Yep.

He waits a few seconds before lifting a hand so he can peek out of it at her.]

Well, I... thank you. I suppose. This certainly makes it... darker.

[Why does he just let her do this. Good lord.]

[catpiper]

[Proud doesn't begin to describe the ridiculous expression on her face. She's helping. It's darker and smaller. His world can be contained in this small blanket area and no one will be wiser. He can sit here all night and everyone will think he's a pile of fabric. Incredible.]

And smaller.

[Look, she's even gonna tug the small bit back over his face. No more peeking. Stay there!!!]

[deathfindsaway]

[Ren, no. He lifts it again to look at her, trying not to look as exasperated as he's getting.]

Listen, I-- yes, I suppose technically I can't see more of it, which makes it in a sense smaller. But it's alright, I can-- I can parse these interactions just fine. Thank you for looking out for me.

[catpiper]

[Her hands raise and it looks like she's going to cover his face again, but instead of tugging down the fabric, she simply pats his head. Good job. She's proud of him. If it gets to be too much, he has a literal safety blanket to return to and that's all she wanted to make clear from this little demonstration.]

I'll keep 'looking out for you'-don't worry. You can go have fun with Taako and if you get scared, I'll cover you up again.

[deathfindsaway]

[He just sighs, placing a hand on her head in turn.]

Sure. O-kay. You go have fun as well, alright? Remember what I sad about pocket food.

[He'll just wait until she's scampered off to take this off his head. It's fine. He isn't indebting himself to a kid it's fine.]

[catpiper]

I will! I won't forget.

[Don't eat food from your pocket until you clean off all the dirt and sand-got it.

And now that Kravitz is a-okay in his small world, she rolls off to her next terrible task of the night. Her glowing form fades in the crowd and he is finally Free.]