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]

[At the very least, Ammy seems to not at all be bothered by this whole predicament, as awkward as it may be or poor Tim. She seems receptive to his assistance, and curious anytime he does anything that seems to fascinate her. The whoosh of the zipper especially, and the astonishing sound it produces. Her eyes widen, head lifting up a bit to look at him, then down at the zipper, hand moving to try and fumble with it. If not stopped, she will pull down that zipper and undo all of Tim's work there, it's like dealing with an infant in a woman's body, really.

And as thick and heavy as the jacket is, it thankfully covers all the unmentionables - as Ammy is only an average height in her human form - and, well...ire may do her dirty without proper magical items to nullify it, but the Sun never really bothered her, all things considered, heh. There's still the issue of walking, and she'll almost definitely need Tim as a crutch to get the hang of it, but at least she's got on some basic covering to get her from point a to point b.]

[catpiper]

[Somehow, in her dingus mind, a disaster was avoided because of a cat's presence here. They saved the day, by simply existing, and she owes them a life debt. Probably. But first she's going rub the top of their head, scratching right behind those kitty plant ears. How good.]

You saved me-you did it!

[Just go with it, Iggykitty. It's getting them pets, so who cares. But what she does care about is the bling around their cat body.]

Do you like treasure too?

[catpiper]

[That's a good move. Stepping back doesn't occur to her because they're shells. Her shells. They're not dangerous-treasures can't be.

Or so she thought, until they fall back down, lightly smacking her head and arms. At least one's caught in her hair now and she raises her hands to dig the sucker out. Bad treasure!! That huRT!!!]

This isn't something I can do, so I don't know why I can.

[At least being a cat isn't a curse. That's more of an upgrade.]

Do you feel like a cat? Do you want to chase mice?

[catpiper]

[This is the worst timeline possible. Maybe she can-

Cup her fingers around her mouth and start blowing as hard as she can towards the direction of his hands. She's nowhere near the flames, and it's doubtful gross mouth air even makes it that far, but it might help?? She can blow it out?? Horrible.]

Did that help?

[postictal]

Woah, woah, let's not...you wanna leave that there.

[He means to grab her hands to make sure she doesn't undo the zipper itself, but now his fingers are on fire again.]

Let's get you...somewhere a little safer, okay?

["Safer." He's not sure anything on this island is actually unsafe, but it'll be nice to have a better place to help her figure out how this whole situation works. Hopefully the flames that he still, still can't seem to turn off won't scald her too badly if he needs to lean on her for support.]

[He almost holds out a hand to help her to her feet, but there's...blue flame shivering at his palm there, too. Ah.]

Uh. You need help standing?

[postictal]

N-not really, no.

[He's trying to take this like a champ. Really, he is. But his teeth are gritted hard against the incredibly uncomfortable feeling of having fire crawling all over him, and someone's well-meaning assistance is just adding fuel to the proverbial flames. And the literal.]

It's fine. Just don't...come too close to me, and it'll be fine.

[mamaterasu]

[Amaterasu is her name, but she doesn't give it out often, usually letting people name her themselves, but...Kravitz was an oddball, even when she first encountered him. Funny, but still an oddball. Of course, she has no idea this is even him, and the poor man isn't, erm...on the forefront of her abhorrent memory, sadly. Maybe i she smells him again, but who fucking knows? Not this wolf that's for damn sure.

Regardless, there's a brief sigh from the young woman because why always dog? She'd attempt a howl, but she...really doesn't trust this crazy, human body not to just let out some eldritch screech to the heavens if she even attempted, so...nah. We'll skip that and just accept our fate. Nodding her head, she then points (or as best she can point with her terribad motor skills) to the sun, then to herself.

Honestly, she won't even attempt writing here, it'll just be chicken scratch, and she doesn't have enough control of her new digits to even make drawing look good, and she's a painting goddess. This is unfair and awful and she hates it. SHE HATES IT. ;O;]

[sandsister]

[It seems grossly unfair to be killed by this disease and still have to deal with the symptoms in the afterlife. It's not what she expected and she feels like, as a goddess, she should know this kind of stuff. It's another question to ask One when they meet up.]

I'm sorry

You're in a lot of pain all the time, aren't ya?

[Then she gestures to her throat-]

You can't talk anymore?

[catpiper]

Do you want to come home with me? You can sleep there until you're normal again.

[Because she's got other cats to show him The Ropes and he won't need to worry about surviving in the ye olde wild as a unfamiliar animal.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[The reassuring(?) thing is that when you're a robot armor surrounded by other people wearing similar armor all of the time for years, you learn to get really good at reading body language and the language of silence. And even without that, it would probably be fairly apparent that that wasn't the kind of answer she was looking for and has to Deal With, in some way.

He can't blame her, or anyone else if they were in this position. It's one of those things he recognizes is fucked up in his life, but he's been like that for so long, it's just second nature and doesn't bother him. Unless he thinks about it too long. Hm. This is going to get unfortunate soon, probably.]

Hell no. Dobby is a free elf, et cetera. You're beholden to no motherfucker but you and yourself.

[None of the Freelancers have ever attempted to use the kinds of commands they do on the other fragments, on other AI, on him. And he hopes they never do, because what if that programming still works?]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[So no rubbing the head for good luck, noted.]

These are some big bodies. We shouldn't let 'em go to waste, right? I could...get coconuts from trees! If my spindly fuck arms can't reach 'em, I've got a scalpel as big as normal-sized me to reach up and whack 'em! You could climb on top of shit and actually see for miles! I don't know what you could see that would be new, but the idea's there. You could also lurk around and scare the crap out of everyone.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Like you're leashed to it? I mean...guess it keeps you from wandering off and getting lost from your body... Means less risk of it powering down and...subsequently, you powering down?

I don't know, man, I can't even project myself anymore ever since I woke up on this island nonsense. I'm as tethered to my body as can be now. Except in cases like this. Obviously.

[hyperlit]

[The pain is ever-present and all-consuming and the shock of not having to contend with it any longer in real time took an adjustment. Even now, that this unknown person should suffer while they do not, it feels...wrong. Beyond wrong. It is unjust.]

My throat is damaged.

[From the constant coughing, their illness ravaging their own body, eating them alive.]

Your throat now.

[counterblows]

[God, how good a idea is that? There's no way to know if people are going to be there, and he can't exactly ask.]

[But what's the alternative?]

[He does his best to lower his head in a nod. If he needs to get out, he will. He's faster in this shape than he ever could be on two legs, at least. That's the one benefit to all this.]

[vagabone]

Steal, is that steal?

[Whatever, he'll keep running his mouth.]

It's what made the clown thing follow everyone, I think. The box that had everyone riled up. I bet you this curse is more punishment.

[counterblows]

So I've gathered.

[This place doesn't like you being able to hop from shape to shape. Evidently.]

I guess you could say...yeah. Yeah, I'm leashed to it. So it's figure out how to make it work, or nothing. I just get stuck in one place until I can remember how to get my body to move again.

[It's a nightmare. This entire shit is a nightmare.]

How'd you handle feeling like this all the time?

[hyperlit]

[See, they genuinely didn't know that. The Drifter stares at him for a full minute or two before finally mustering their thoughts enough to respond.]

Stealing from a god is anathema.

[...yeah, sorry Héctor. Even with fingerspelling, that word's gonna be a handful for decipher.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

By not...feeling like that all the time? I guess? Once I figured it all out in the first death and finally got a body to call my own again, it just all started becoming second nature, especially after a couple years. Not being able to hop around if I want to is now the weird thing.

...Epsilon didn't give you any insight, huh? [Y'know, before they both went bugfuck insane and all.]

[vagabone]

[...yes, he definitely needs to step it up on the lessons. He exhales from real actual lungs and shrugs.]

Didn't get that. People are stupid?

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Team Fuck This, Actually is here and boy are they unhappy about it.]

Ah, of course, let me just... [Muffet seems to get what she's asking for quickly enough, and leans down to let Ammy get a good grip on her arm, bracing herself as she tries to help pull her up so she can lean on her shoulder.]

[She's having a bit more trouble than she expected, because humans don't usually tend to be as disproportionately strong for their size as spiders, and she's a pretty small woman. She does not appreciate this.]

[hyperlit]

[Well. He's not wrong, exactly. The Drifter jerks Marvus's head in a jolty nod, their irritation beyond apparent.]

Yes.

Yes they are.

[counterblows]

Not really.

[Insight wasn't really on the agenda.]

I had the chance to...unpack a lot of it after the fact. Years after. I didn't really think a lot about...I mean, he knew what he was. I don't think that dissonance ever really...

[Well, he was memory. He wouldn't have had to deal with not knowing who he was. At first, anyway.]

i.

[a_shadow]

[ Tex was foraging for fruit when Maine approached her. She's working her way down a tree when he asks if she needs help and her response is to give him a light glare. Shimmying up and down these trees isn't fun, just annoying, but it isn't like she can't handle it.

After a second it occurs to her that might not be what he's asking, though. He probably knows that by the time she gets down to where he might be able to reach her she's liable to jump the rest of the way, anyway. ]

You want to help pick fruit?

i.

[a_shadow]

[ Tex had looked at her without much thought to her expression or anything else. The person's reaction is out of proportion, she thinks. She shakes her head. ]

Not a thing.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Yeah, but, I mean. Being an AI. The matter of being an AI. An AI's existence. How one exists in the form of an AI. I dunno, man, I don't know what kind of...relationship you two had before the whole. Uh. Everything. [It always seemed antagonistic at best to him, but maybe that's because he doesn't think 'drove me insane and gave me information I never asked for' would normally be seen in a positive light.]

But hey, at least you've got a ghost buddy to help you out now, from the outside.