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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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Technically, she supposes, every kind of soup with poultry in it would qualify as dead bird soup...and yet she'd never heard it put quite so unappealingly as that. She makes a face, looking down at her plate with a distinct lack of enthusiasm.

"Thanks...I guess."

What, it was meant to be a helpful and bolstering contrast. He had to eat trash soup up a hill both ways in the snow, and she gets eel kebabs that are, truth be told, one of the better things he's eaten on these islands that wasn't prepared by himself. Kids today, etc.

"I'm just saying, it could be worse. You late arrivals don't know the kind of struggle you're missing out on. I've been here as long as anyone, I know which side my free food's buttered on."

Did he have a real goal here, at some point? "If you can't hang with eel, you could always hit up the ice cream. That's all me, that's a Taako specialty. Hi, I'm Taako."

He has a point, and she knows it. She's been eating pretty much the same thing every day since she arrived, and even if eel kebabs aren't the first thing she would have chosen, the variety is worth something.

Ice cream sounds even better, though she can't help wondering just how wide his definition of "ice cream" actually is. She nods in response, hands too full of her plate to reach out a hand to shake. "CT. Uh..." She hesitates. "Taco...like...the food?"

The definition of ice cream island-side is narrow enough, and they don't even have to eat it out of coconut shells anymore, though aesthetically, at this point, it just feels right.

"Your name's just a couple of letters, what's your damage?" He flings his hands, kebab included, in the air. The drama is relatively shortlived, however. "Y'know, the last person who had something to say about it was named after a kind of lizard. I'm beginning to think it's some kind of projection."

Projection? Her eyebrows shoot up and then narrow in annoyance, and she drops her hand. So much for polite introductions.

"I was just asking. You know, so I'd get it right." She scowls. "And there's nothing wrong with my name. Lots of people have names like that." True, they're not usually named after states, or codenames assigned by shady military outfits, but that's beside the point.

Maybe he shouldn't have let his instinct for drama run away with him. Seems like his meaningless feather-ruffling has maybe offended her. Who could have foreseen. Not Taako's abysmal CHA score, that's for sure.

"Sure, sure, didn't-- just making a point, sometimes a name is just some letters, that's fine." As usual, Taako expects that if he just says enough words in quick succession, it will have a placating effect regardless of what the words actually are, and so he continues, still trying to play some kind of Island Time™ orientation guide.

"Lotta the humans here don't even have last names," he says, followed by a quick realization that he can't back that up at all. "Maybe I just never asked," he admits, with a pensive look. Maybe all these assholes have two names. Maybe Ren and Chara and Weed Guy have had last names this whole time. "...Shit."

It works, sort of. Or if it doesn't placate her, it's at least weird and confusing enough to make her forget any defensiveness or annoyance. She stares, halfway between bewildered and confused, as Taako works through his...revelation, and raises an eyebrow.

"So what's your last name?"

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