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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( CODED BY BOOTYCALL )

Comments

[forwearemany]

(And they start laughing almost via reflex. It's uncertain whether they genuinely find this funny or are just responding to Beau's mirth.)

Sssssshit!

(Offensive language achieved a positive reaction, so why not say more of it?)

[postictal]

Y-you listen. No one let this thing happen. It just happened. It just bleeds into the fucking universe and takes whatever It wants and no one can stop It.

[The words are getting louder. They're getting louder, and the flames are - hot. Even despite the soaking quality of his clothes, his hair wet and clinging to his forehead, the sodden ground around his feet, there's the hiss of steam as the bluish fire flares ever higher, burning at the moisture and crackling at his clothes. Bites at his skin. Hurts like his grit teeth.]

No one can do anything about It but try and forget and th-that isn't even enough, so you don't ever, ever think that it's something fucking fixable - you understand me?

[The flames roar.]

[Maybe that's just the blood pounding in his ears. Can't hear anything - are you even listening to yourself?]

[What is he doing?]

[Shut up. Shut up, shut up, shut up, oh god shut up you brought It up you brought It up now It's coming It's coming and it's your fault - ]

No.

[It's quiet, barely audible over the hiss of the fire roaring up along his shoulders, sparking down his fingertips, spitting sparks onto the ground. But he's gone still, as though rooted to the spot.]

No, no, no, no, no -

[You did this. Your fault, Tim. You brought it up.]

[Everything that's happened is your fault.]

[catpiper]

[THIS IS NOT A POWER SHE SHOULD HAVE and now she's exhausted as hell, accepting her transporty fate by laying in the bush, even as the cat works to free her. She just wants to nap!!! Awful!! Terrible!!

But she eventually takes the path offered to her by one [good cat] and points in their original direction.]

We have to hurry and find a treasure before that happens again.

[catpiper]

[That's, quite possibly, the best route to take with her. It shows in how her body relaxes and as she whispers go away and leave me alone over and over, she pats down her stomach?? That's probably where powers come from. She says it again and again, patting with one hand and clutching Kravitz with the other until-

Maybe, somehow, concentrating on getting rid of the power has made it angry. Or maybe it's just because she's thinking about it so much that-

A rift opens and she's gone.

But it's fine because it opens up directly above him and if he doesn't move, he's going to get tackled down by this resident goblin.

Anyway, she's tired!!! So tired!!! She wants to nap for 200 years and this is the worst.]

[catpiper]

[The request succeeds in doing one thing and she stops pulling his body to unknown island lands.

But she doesn't agree with testing right away. Knowing that he can finally feel her heart, something she thought everyone could do up until recently-it's a weird feeling. But a welcome one and there's an emotion that's bordering somewhere between anxious and happy at the realization.

Even if she likes words, it's easier to talk this way.]

Okay, but if I can't do it, then it's a ghost and we have to run really far.

[At least agree with her THERE.]

[catpiper]

[That's fine, honestly. It's just her roundabout way of ensuring he's had a healthy balanced kitty meal lately.]

Okay, then you can have some of my food. You won't have to do things like that.

[shatteredlenses]

[Ignis is half thinking about clambering into the bush to make sure she's okay when Ren finally pulls herself free. Tired, but okay seems to be the verdict, so he nods his head and starts off in the direction she's pointing in.

Hopefully, treasure will show itself before that power decides to do so again!]

[atailoftwoworlds]

Heh. Don’t worry, I’m no pushover. [Not even in Penny’s body, considering how strong he discovered she was. That said, he should be careful so she doesn’t find her body damaged when she gets it back.] Still, thanks. I’ll make sure to kick its ass if it does the same, all right? [If they are part of a team, they should help each other. That’s something Zidane has been trying to put into practice since Pandemonium.]

[vagabone]

What's a kelpie?

[Seaweed monster?? Odd. Whatever. Simply walking is taking up most of his attention. By the time he makes it, whoever got his body might have run off.]

[catpiper]

[Hopefully so, because she's all of three seconds away from gluing herself to the ground.]

Are weird things happening to you?

[They're a cat, so hopefully they're immune from the terrible island shenanigans, but it doesn't hurt to ask.]

[uptightness]

[Feel something really strongly... That could well be an issue. While the things that annoy Carolina are lesser here, or maybe just different, she can't say that she is a calm and mellow person. No, uptight could well be one of the top ten words to describe her.]

... how big of a mess are we talking about if I do?

[bloodbathing]

[ He catches the fruit with ease and puts it away before speaking again. ]

Didn't know.

[ Maine's brow is still slightly furrowed. It's not as though they keep tabs on each other. Not by a long shot. But it still seems strange that Texas has been doing this since they arrived and he never even knew about it. Couldn't he have helped her before? ]

[bloodbathing]

[ Maine doesn't miss that hint of desperation. He cocks an eyebrow again, more curious than concerned. If it were something pressing or life-threatening, Wash would tell him — right?

Then Wash asks if he's okay. Not insists that he's going to be, but asks if he is. Again, there's an odd flicker of uncertainty in Maine's expression. When was the last time anyone other than the Counselor asked him questions like this? He shifts his weight and shrugs, discomfort making itself known physically. ]

Just pain.

[ He can deal with that. ]

[a_shadow]

Well, I never said anything.

[ She picks several more fruits from that branch and tosses them each down before moving to another. ]

I honestly tend not to think of asking.

[ Old habits die hard, she figures. ]

[uptightness]

[Carolina wouldn't know what normal was, even if it bit her in the face. Even her so called retirement had been nothing like that. Water parks and dinosaurs and eating crazy mushrooms, Caboose getting stuck and Wash growing a beard...]

When have we ever been normal anyway. Just another Monday.

[Or whatever day it was.]

[counterblows]

[Just pain.]

[Yeah, 'cause he's a Freelancer. Pain's pretty standard. Get an axe to the chest, walk it off. Get a sniper round to the chest, full magazine to the throat, and get launched off a highway by a moving semi? You get better. That's just how the fuck Freelancer operates. You fight until you literally can't anymore, and then they scrape whatever's left together to make sure it keeps fighting.]

[Take that out of the war, and what's left?]

Still isn't great. I mean, without... [A vague gesture at the back of his neck. He's probably feeling that absence, right? Not that Wash can say with any certainty what it's like, not having it, but he remembers the headaches that had Maine reporting to medical. Remembers him clutching his head through his helmet.]

[Remembers watching, hearing, commenting. Not doing something about it.]

[bloodbathing]

[ Maine isn't sure what sort of reaction he expected from Carolina. Concern over a lost Freelancer asset, maybe? Or mobilizing to find the missing A.I.? In any case, a comment about "this place" is unexpected. Maine's eyebrows furrow again — this time in confusion — and he waits for the request to clarify.

Of course, Sigma isn't here to voice that request. Maine knows that. But his mind feels half-sedated without the A.I.'s creativity flowing through it, and unlearning the routines he shared with Sigma is a struggle.

Belatedly, he tilts his head to the side in a silent request for Carolina to clarify. ]

[bloodbathing]

[ Under normal circumstances, that's something Maine would understand. Fuck knows he doesn't ask for help. But as it is? ]

Why not?

[ He doesn't get it. ]

[a_shadow]

[ Tex can't help smirking a bit in response to that. ]

That is very true.

[a_shadow]

[ She shrugs. ]

I don't know. Sometimes I think I'm programmed that way.

[ It really bothers Tex sometimes, the things she does because potentially only because of programming, but that's not something she's going to get into here. ]

[onegreeneye]

[Ginko nods slowly at that.] Makes sense - something of a predisposition toward what you're going to need to know, right? [The basic idea may be fairly standard as far as how more complex animals function, but it's still interesting to hear directly from a cat.

One of his ears flicks thoughtfully at that.] What was your mother like?

[onegreeneye]

Uh... kind of a shapeshifting semi-aquatic horse monster? Kept the hooves even when I was bipedal. [He pauses in following Hector and taps a foot on the stone floor. He may still be digitigrade now, but dealing with hooves was another story entirely.]

You should get used to it with some walking, just-- stay by things to hold onto in the meantime.

[taxusbacatta]

Her name was Brightflower...she gave me my long fur and short snout, and I like to think, my wits.

_{[Something like a smile crosses her smushed face. Nice memories of a life moons and moons away.]}

Hopefully you won't be a cat so long that you must learn to fight--but if you are, I will teach you the way my mentor taught me. You seem to have a clever heard between your ears.

[atailoftwoworlds]

Well, whether she does or not, best let her talk about it if and when she wants to. We don’t know her story. It might be hard for her to talk about. Or.........[He goes quiet, looking thoughtful. He guesses this might be the case with him.] Maybe she’s testing the waters before she lets her guard down.

I mean this is all on the assumption she was made in the first place.

[forwearemany]

Noooot go wellll.

(They remember what happened the last time they asked about something like this.)