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
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Comments

[deathfindsaway]

Yes! Yes, that sounds like a plan.

[He doesn't even make a move like he's going to get up. Not even a twitch like he's considering it. He lives in the Pillow Zone now, that's just fact.]

... Perhaps later. Or one of them will come by.

[savedbyasong]

Perhaps. [He smiles, there were plenty around and he could understand not wanting to leave the comfort of the pillows.] Have you been here on these islands long?

[deathfindsaway]

[These are a lot of questions. Why is he having such a hard time focusing on these. He tilts his head back, trying to think, absentmindedly taking another sip of wine.]

Ah... a few months, now. Not long. Two? Three? Two and a half. Not... not as much as most people, I'm afraid.

[savedbyasong]

I've been here four. [He smiles again, it is difficult to keep track of time here, even with the calender that they now have.]

I'm Shion by the way.

[deathfindsaway]

[He tracks his time by catastrophe, frankly. But he has an anchor in the people he lives with that try to keep count.]

Right! Names. Yes.

[He pushes himself into more of an upward sitting position, still not standing, but extending his hand.]

I'mmmm Kravitz.

[savedbyasong]

[Shion took it and shook it with a smile, even if he felt a little akward.] Nice to meet you Kravitz.

[deathfindsaway]

[Sorry Shion, he has no goddamn idea that he's being a mess right now. Everything just feels Great.]

Nice to meet you as well. Always good with new, new people.

[He flops back into the pillow pile.]

Do you think they'd miss these if a couple disappeared? They... they probably have more.

[savedbyasong]

I don't think we should steal from our allies... [He blinked, worriedly. After all the Jormun had helped them a lot and robbing them, even of cushions was no way to repay their kindness.]

I am sure if you asked them though they would be happy to trade you some...

[deathfindsaway]

[He gives him a little finger wiggle like 'you got me there' but he's certainly still thinking about it.]

Mm... I'm still not used to this whole trading thing. Or needing physical things. Personally, I'd like to go back to not needing it. Things are very inconvenient, really. So is breathing. Just-- just difficult.

[savedbyasong]

You didn't need physical things before? [Or to breathe. That sounds worrying, all adding up but Shion's voice is still curious, polite, friendly.]

[deathfindsaway]

[He probably shouldn't be saying any of this so freely. If he were a bit more sober, he'd probably be aware of the fact that he not only sounds completely insane, but mildly horrifying. These are all things that don't bother him, though, so why should they bother anyone else? Flawless logic.]

Oh, no, not at all. I was quite dead. Well, undead. It was lovely. All of this alive business has been rather tiring, to be honest, like. Like needing blood. Who needs that?

[You do, Kravitz. You need blood. Why are you saying these things.]

[savedbyasong]

[The fact he had been dead doesn't surprise Shion that much. Many of his friends were dead, dead on their own worlds their souls lingering long enough to be brought to another universe.

Undead was a bit... Less understood.] Like a zombie? [He had been a zombie once, not for long. But any time as a zombie was arguably too much.]

Blood is quite important.

[deathfindsaway]

[He waves his hand dismissively.]

No, no, nothing so crass. I'm a bounty hunter for the Raven Queen. I find souls escaped from the Astral Plane and drag them back to the realm of death.

[And he just says all this with a big ol goofy smile on his face. Like that was a 100% normal sentence.]

[savedbyasong]

Oh... [Escaped souls. Souls again. Souls hadn't been a concept Shion had understood much about before he left his world. Before all that he had was his soul.

A bounty hunter for souls...]

Is the Astral plane a prison?

[deathfindsaway]

Oh, only partially.

[Should he be talking about this? Who cares. It's not like this is how death works here anyway.]

Only those who escape death have to go to the Stockade. If you're good at being dead you just get to die. Go into the Sea and, and hang out there for as long as you want until you dissipate. It's lovely, really, not bad at all.

[savedbyasong]

How do you be good at being dead? How do you be not good at being dead? [How is that something you can fail at?

Unless you came back? That might count. He supposed he himself wasn't good at being dead if you looked at it that way rather than not being great at surviving.]

[deathfindsaway]

Well, I'll tell you one thing, you are awfully bad at being dead if you don't stay dead. If you-- you treat the Astral Plane like a prison, it's going to be one. So if you just, just stay dead? Perfect. Less issue for everyone involved, including me. Mostly me.

[He gestures his free hand, but it doesn't add much to his explaination.]

It's just-- just death, people! Just... it's going to happen. Just let it happen.

[savedbyasong]

Oh... [His guess had been right. You were bad at being dead if you didn't stay dead.]

What if you don't have a choice... Like here. You come back to life even if you don't want to.

[Not that Shion had ever wanted to stay dead. But he had never had a choice in the matter either way.]

[deathfindsaway]

Well, I really dislike that. But I suppose it's not your fault.

[He sighs.]

Besides, it's not like you're probably going to the Astral Plane anyway, and technically I deal in escapes, not people who just don't show up, because that doesn't really happen. It's a bit of a grey area. And since I can't get to the Astral Plane here, there's no point. This place just-- just doesn't count.

[savedbyasong]

There's more than just this place where death isn't real.

[He knows there are other places out there, that work on similar rules. Or more they break the rules, of physics, of death.]

But I guess it doesn't count... This place probably isn't real.

[deathfindsaway]

[He just hums in response.]

Well! It's real enough to have this! So that's just fine!

[And he laughs, letting his head fall back onto the pillows. Sorry Shion. He'd be way more down to have a normal conversation when he's not trashed.]

[savedbyasong]

[Shion laughs too, it breaks the tension. It's true. As not real as this place may be it still has pillows, and food. Shion leans back on the pillows himself and watches the lights in the water.]