June Event: Chaos, Chaos!

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JUNE EVENT: CHAOS, CHAOS!

Who: Anyone and everyone!
What: It's just a little chaos...
When: June 17th - June 22nd
Where: Primarily Io, though also across Ensō and the islets if applicable
Warnings: Violence, possible body horror, potential anxiety and dysmorphia associated with body-swapping

Who Keeps Spinning the World Around?

The morning of June 17th, you'll probably notice things are amiss rather quickly. Your hands aren't your hands, or you're no longer in a squishy human flesh shape, or worse. Maybe your Lawful Good persona has plummeted into an outright Chaotic Evil one. Or maybe you wake up with a brand new power in your hands! Whatever the case is, no explanation is going to be immediately forthcoming, from Eleu or the Storyteller or anyone else. You'll have to figure out this mess on your own. Adjust to your new circumstances, master your new powers, and do what you can to make it through the next few days...because they're going to be some very interesting ones, for certain.

Catch Me If You Can!

Come June 20th, whether you're back to normal selves or not, Eleu has a job for you. A request, even. They're going to need your help to take care of this little problem and put a stop to all this absolute madness.

Those interested in helping can get in touch with any of the honeybees buzzing anxiously about Io, and they will redirect you to the Honeycomb, which has now been provided with several barrels of Honeycomb Sledgehammers for your use. You don't have to take one if you don't need it, but they make a very powerful weapon. Additionally, Eleu will take care to assure that, in exchange for your help, you may keep the Sledgehammer, if you so choose. Those interested in assisting may access our boss fight at its top-level below. This is a single thread with no order, but anyone may participate, regardless of their current state of being. Don't worry about how you contribute, or tag speed. Anyone who's concerned about being left out is welcome to reach out to us to handwave or backtag their involvement, if necessary!

The Clown Box is going to put up a fight, though. And it's not going to be pretty.

Event Timeline

[ ♆ ] June 17th: Chaos begins!
[ ♆ ] June 21st: On the eve of the final battle, Storytelling commences.
[ ♆ ] June 22nd: Characters confront the Clown Box, and all parties return to normal.
[ ♆ ] June 25th: All parties become privy to the final outcome involving the Clown Box.

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Comments

[mamaterasu]

[She watches, keenly, and blinks slowly before nodding once. Ah, so that's how they do it... Yes, she should be able to copy that pretty well, her motor skills aren't that bad, especially not with the arms. The legs are definitely a work in progress, and the fingers are just...woof, they're something else. Being able to wriggle them is all sort of weird and astounding.

Regardless, Amaterasu manages one arm through the sleeve easily, but fumbles a little with the next, the limp cloth dangling from her shoulder and she fights with it behind her, growling and whining before--success! At last!! It covers her up, yes, but without being closed shut, the parts it should, uh...cover are still pretty exposed, but zippers and buttons are at least five steps above her level of skill right now. But! She looks extremely pleased with herself, slapping her hands on the ground in excitement and looking at Tim with an enormous smile.

I DID IT! 8D]

[suspecteverything]

"Oh, you mean aside from this place playing another one of its game without any warning or explanation? Hell if I know."

While Jules has gotten relatively used to shit like this happening for no reason, it still seriously pissed him off. Not that he could do anything about it. That, however, only pissed him off more.

[triggerhappytraitor]

Garren, in an attempt to be helpful, quickly began signing to his Slammer, making Jules' sign, then the diamond, then swapping their places.

There was a small, head tilting pause before he pointed to Tachibana's (or rather, Jules') wrist before tapping his own and tilting his head the other way.

Tachibana sighed deeply. "At least the idiot Arcana had some goddamned reason. Or something else was reacting to them being idiots," he muttered.

[uptightness]

I've got no idea. This place likes strange bullshit.

[Because that is what this small little body is.

But... Does that mean... Is someone in her body?]

Did you wake up in a cottage? Islet four?

[postictal]

[Hey, look at that! This is only slightly less awkward than it was!]

[He doesn't quite smile back, because now he has to teach her how to work a zipper. Or, uh...you know what? Awkward as it is, he can probably manage it.]

Here. Let me...

[Hopefully it's not too hot - this jacket is made for cold weather, and it is very comfortable. But he nonetheless reaches forward to try and zip the thing up so that she's a little less...you know. Out there.]

[scourgingstars]

Oh, you poor thing. Stuck in this awkward fluffy body. However will you survive?

[deathfindsaway]

[He paces as she draws, shifting his weight from foot to foot. It's some sort of... animal? It's got feet, for sure, four of them. There aren't a lot of people on this island that typically have four, but it could also be a symbol or something. But those markings...

Kravitz is suddenly becoming aware he hasn't called Ammy by name in quite some time, and he isn't actually sure what name she gave for herself when they met. It was quite some time ago now, when he first arrived. But he's thinking he gets this.

So he hops back, dragging his feet and beak to form out the word: dog. And then looks at her expectantly with another little caw to draw her attention. He knows ravens can speak since he's trained his to say a few things, but it's... difficult, when he has no practice. The sound that came out sounded more round, though; he's experimenting.]

[deathfindsaway]

[Well, fuck.

Kravitz presses his lips into a tight line, and now he absolutely has to do something. That man is on fire. He searches quickly for what he can find here, and ends up simply sprinting towards the temple, grabbing literally anything that holds water, and dousing him with a bucket of seawater. It ain't great, but it sure is something that maybe won't backfire on him.]

Tim! Answer me! Please-- you should not die here, and I think I can speak with expertise on that front.

[god kravitz is it REALLY the time]

[postictal]

[Smoke and water make a bad combination for beleaguered lungs. He's already coughing by the time a deluge of saltwater soaks his shirt to his skin, and that just intensifies it.]

[Apocalyptic flames aren't so easily tamed by water, so he doesn't go out entirely, but a combination of the shock of cold water and the sheer exhaustion of having to maintain an explosive burst of fire that large is enough to dim them for a moment.]

Fuck - fu - [Another coughing fit robs him of anything else he was going to say, but you can rest assured that it was something to the effect of: fuck this.]

Ghg.

[vagabone]

[He pulls a face at that, unable to keep it in.]

I hope not. Food's not worth it, I'd rather be me too. I didn't even steal from the bee gods, that was other people.

[hyperlit]

Steal?

[The Drifter tilts their head to one side, effecting their inquisition out of habit despite the fact that Marvus's features are more than expressive enough on their own merit.]

[They haven't gotten that memo, evidently.]

[bloodbathing]

[ That observation earns something that's become increasingly rare: a soft snort of amusement from Maine. He hums in agreement and shifts his weight, stance becoming marginally more relaxed. Just a shadow of how (comparatively) casual he used to be around Wash, but it's something. ]

Wanted to help strangers.

[ He shakes his head. Fuckin' weird, right? ]

[bloodbathing]

[ The extra space is appreciated, and Maine relaxes somewhat. It's better now that he knows this man is Church instead of a stranger, but still. It's hard to reconcile that knowledge with the form in front of him. And he's not one for head pettings, period.

Maine shrugs and pushes himself onto his hind legs again. He looks down at Church for a moment, doing a few quick mental measurements before he holds his han— paw out right around the height of Church's armpit. After indicating the height, he points to himself.

Seven feet off the ground. That's where he's usually at. ]

[lesbeau]

[Look, fuck if she knows at this point. She could go back to the Nein Hut, like maybe, but what good would it do her? Legion's home probably wasn't suited to a live person, same way hers wasn't accommodating to all this armor. Picking a neutral place is safer.]

Uhh, sure. You can sit there, at least.

[That's like, step one. At least they're not having to have them walk now. So we move on to step two, or...]

Having trouble talking? No luck muscle memory is taking over from this girl, huh?

[lesbeau]

[Beau knows enough about how subtly the Drifter moves to catch her motions. It's weird talking to a "Drifter" this energetic though, even if she knows it's not logically them.]

Uhhh, not super long ago. But it seems to be happening to a lot of people. You're not the first I've seen.

[Actually, that raises a question.]

Do you know who you switched with? Because I recognize that-- uh, your face.

[counterblows]

You know most people would say that's not really a bad thing.

[Though it is...a weird thing. Looks like it's not just people's bodies that are being shuffled around, if this is any indication. Wash's...species? Maine's disposition?]

[There's probably a consistency or a pattern here, if he could scope it out. Doesn't have enough data.]

But - yeah. I guess you could say it's not really your style.

[counterblows]

[Thank god he seems to be human again. Not covered in fur, not wobbling in a body that doesn't fall apart so much as falls forward and nearly takes him with it, not any of it. For once, for a minute, Wash seems to be mercifully, blissfully...normal.]

[Well. Maybe "normal" is a bit of a reach. It always is, for him.]

[Still, if Wash is back to baseline, maybe everyone else is too. He starts jogging, keeping an eye out for anyone he recognizes. It's not a surprise when it's the biggest guy he knows that draws his eye first.]

Maine! Buddy! Hey - you back to normal too?

[lesbeau]

[You are the armor.

Oh.

Beau isn't often an expressive person- she's got a resting bitch face that can crumble stone and her arms might as well have imprints in them permanently showing how often they're crossed. But it's still probably eerie to see any human shaped figure just... standing there, beat by beat, trying to figure out the right response. It makes sense. It's not a big deal. But for someone who already kind of feels like she shouldn't exist, the immediate realization that for right now she kind of doesn't is directly something she needs to emotionally handle and absolutely is not prepared to do.

She's silent for a few moments, before she makes a sound like she's trying to breathe and forces out words.]

Yeah, yeah, that-- makes way more sense. Don't have stuff like this in my world, so I thought this thing was just keeping you alive in here or something.

[Hmmmmhmh there is something she has to ask though.]

You're not bound to a wizard or anything like that, right? Nobody's gonna come along and force me to do shit when I'm visiting your scenic, uh... machinery?

[lesbeau]

Uhh, it wasn't really waking up.

[It didn't feel like it. She went to sleep and then just-- blinked into a new consciousness. She'd love to never do it again.]

I just sort of-- wasn't, I remember going to sleep, and then I was here. Once I realized I was like, all metal I pretty much just hauled ass. For all I knew I got kidnapped.

[Which she thinks is a valid assumption for coming to consciousness in an unfamiliar location.]

[shatteredlenses]

[He peeks out at her from under his paws. It's not like it's her fault this happened. She shouldn't have to feel like she needs to make anything up to him, so after a moment he sits up again, shaking his head and then bumping her arm for more pets.

Just don't make fun of him later, okay?]

[shatteredlenses]

[How will he survive? That's a good question. If nothing else, he had to go outside soon since tigerlilies photosynthesize, but that means abandoning the pets because Ardyn isn't going to want to sit in the sun with him.

Such hard choices!]

[catpiper]

[The erratic nature of the power she's wielding means that a) it doesn't matter how much she looks at Kravitz-it's not happening and b) she's a sleepy nugget, ready to all but take a nap on this rooftop.

But the god's temple is a bit higher than any roof she's found herself on prior and even as she moves to the edge of the somewhat ruined structure, she's having an Issue. Things are kinda crumbling and also nothing feels stable. Awesome.

So she tries again-staring and staring at Kravitz's face, glancing over to a nearby tree and-

She blinks and suddenly she's down, in a sense. Down to the tree she had made eye contact with, dangling across a branch that's over Kravitz's head, so like, she's there?? If she reaches down far enough, she can probably touch his head with her fingertips.]

I did it?

[Sorta??? Whatever]

[catpiper]

[That weight in his chest might feel heavier soon, as her concern skyrockets through whatever delicate barrier was holding it back. The little levitating wobbling only when she hears something behind her-Egg doing some kind of cat thing.

When she twists her head to see what's up with that, her tentative grasp On This Whole Situation shatters and that's probably for the best. His body isn't being held hostage anymore, but she's still Panicking.]

That's the kind of thing you do-it has to be you.

[Is this what they call 'a prank?' Because she absolutely hates it.]

Stay on the ground now-that's where your feet are supposed to be.

[mamaterasu]

[The long, suffering sigh is answer enough to the question, though Amaterasu nods her head at the tail end, still looking annoyed and not sure what to do with herself. This is so much, and she was not at all prepared for how much it'd effect her. If she knew at all how to navigate this form, it may not have been so bad, but...yeah. No. She has no experience with these spindly, stork legs, or this too long spine, and the wriggling hand nubs.

Speaking of, Ammy holds her arms up toward Muffet (probably showcasing how very, uh...bare she is, whoops) and wriggles her fingers toward the woman. A lift would be nice, as well as a crutch...she needs a brace to learn how to walk - hell, to stand for more than a few seconds - in this form. There are no pads on her feet, either, so the broiling hot sand and tiny rocks and twigs are also going to be a hindrance until she gets some clothes on her...and maybe some sandals, or wraps for her soles.

Maybe they can get through this together, Human Transformation Suck Squad, go!]

[mamaterasu]

[There are definitely scratches on her, Ammy has taken quite a few falls in her attempts to walk or there not to be, but the ones she has don't seem to bother the young woman too much. The scrapes on her palms and knees should, at the least, be cleaned up before she starts licking them, though... Because that will certainly be a thing that she'll do at some point, once she's got this whole walking thing down.

The t-shirt gets a raised eyebrow because, uh...while the concept of clothes isn't new to Amaterasu, the process of actually putting them on and wearing them is extremely foreign. She pauses in her drawing, forgetting for a moment that Ren guessed who she is correctly, and inspects the garment, peering through the neck hole curiously. Yikes, how in the gods' names is she supposed to fit her melon through there? What bout all these other holes? HOW DOES THIS WORK??

The Shiro gets an idle nod yes, before she's back to trying to figure out this puzzle put before her, inevitably just shoving her head through the neck hole and...hm. This seems wrong. The fabric is all over her face now and--gggggods, her hair. Her hair is stuck, too and it's so much, it's so much. Should she out in her arm? OKAY NO, THERE WAS A RIPPING SOUND, NOT THAT....

D8 help.]