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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Amaterasu | OTA

[mamaterasu]

i. Enso: Become Human

[The morning on Enso finds itself...rather peaceful, for Amaterasu. She can feel the warmth of the sun, hear the wind through the palms, the buzzing of insects... or all intents and purposes, it seems pretty much like any other day. A little cold, but most mornings are a bit chillier than they are when the sun meets its zenith. It's only when Ammy tries to get up from her spot beneath the small line o cherry blossom trees outside the Monkey Compound do things become very clear.

Something is afoot, and she'd been affected by it. The moment she tries to stand, Amaterasu can feel her body posture is wrong, and inadvertently falls right on her face. A wave of white...fur? No, it's hair. Hair covers her face and she tries to shake it away, rolling over with growls and whines, batting it away with...arms. Long, fleshy, human arms. She looks down at herself, realizing those fleshy human arms aren't the only thing she's got. Bare as a naked babe, the Great Goddess has been transformed from a majestic white wolf into a naked, somewhat dusty, human woman.

This is fine.

Shifting her eyes around, because what the heck yo, Ammy slaps her palm over the trunk of the nearest tree and tries to get up. Her knees buckle, the rocks and grit under her soles pinch and poke...and she looks very uncomfortable. How do humans deal with these long, turkey-like legs? They don't bend right, and the wiggly peapods on their feet are so...eugh. shaking, and looking like the most irritated creature on the planet, Ammy slowly pushes herself from the tree and tries to take a step. She looks like a newborn horse, getting used to its limbs, and makes exactly two steps before she doubles over and lands on her forearms. Ouch. Maybe...maybe she ought to just try the old fashioned way - all fours.

...Yeah, wow, nope, nuh-uh. Human spines don't really works like that. Well, no. It...works? But it's slow-going and makes her back ache something fierce. It's also probably the most horrific sight anyone passing by might see...a naked, dirty woman with tangled white hair, scratched up forearms with wild, flame-like red tattoos covering her shoulders, face, and back, lizard crawling toward them and grunting like a demon.]
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ii. EXTEND LEGGY

[Dear gods, thank gods, by the third day, Ammy wakes to see that she's no longer human. Relief sets in before she realizes, as she looks over herself, that she's still not quite back to normal. She's canine again!! Thankfully, but where her back legs should stop, they just...continue. On and on they go, continuing into an almost serpent like body - fuzzy and soft, but with far, far too many legs. She can just barely make out where her rump is, the distant wag of her tail down a good several yards. Why? Why is this her life? I mean...it's better than human human - that shit was TERRIBLE and she has a new respect for each and every humanoid out there - but this is just too much.

Ammy, now reduced into a new form of Enso's famed Centipuppies, creeps her way to her usual places. It's..awkward. Not as awkward as two legs, and she can move surprisingly faster than even a normal pace, but it's still weird to get used to all of her limbs moving in succession. You know what? Maybe she ought to just go to sleep for the whole week and not wake up. Make this bullcrap someone else's problem for once.

...But she does still need to eat. Bah. Oh well, like she said, this new form isn't that bad, it's just different. One might see the form o the white wolf coming from the underbrush to go scavenging on the beach...before the rest of her long, long body comes trailing out like an endless cylinder of fur and legs. It's disconcerting, certainly, but at the least the wolf's personality hasn't seemed to change, unlike some. She's still approachable and friendly.]

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[catpiper]

[This horrific sight vividly reminds her of something from her own world and she has to blink and remember she's in a different place now. This isn't a ghost crawling along broken floors to grab her. Or it's probably not. The being looks a little too alive for that.

But she does take advantage of her newfound fun little power and uh. Maybe just portals out of this lady's direct line of sight, repoofing a little further away and off the side because what the hell.

Does she say anything? This lady looks hurt? Maybe that's why she's crawling like that? Her legs might not work right and from her new position, the tattoos blur into an image that looks like they cold be blood, which is bad.]

Did something scary hurt you?

[Is this grunty woman, perhaps, the something scary in this situation? Time to find out.

[mamaterasu]

[Her senses aren't as strong as a human as they were a wolf - another annoyance Ammy is coming to find with her new, terrible form. She stops rather suddenly , falling on her stomach with a pained yelp before trying to scramble into some semblance of a sitting position. It's difficult, and awkward, but Ammy manages, tossing her head to get all this unruly hair from her face to peer through the veil of white. She recognizes the voice more than she does the face, but when Ren comes into view, Ammy positively beams, her face pulling into a huge, wide grin.

Reflex takes over rational thought, and she tries to move happily toward her young friend, but her body is still very much not her own, and Ammy gets perhaps a foot forward before before her knees gives out and she tumbles ass over teakettle back onto the ground, making irritated, growling noises.

She loves humans, she does...with all her heart. But Ammy hates being one. Help. ;A;]

Hrrnngh...

[catpiper]

[The recognition doesn't go both ways, but Ren's able to discern after a few minutes watching that the only danger here is this woman breaking her legs, if she can't figure out how to stand correctly.

And so, Ren slowly moves forward, her ears perking at the soft growls because that sounds so, so familiar, even if she can't place it. It's almost like this woman is an animal.

Too bad the connection doesn't go further than that and as she gets to her side, Ren kneels to the ground by her.]

Where does it hurt? Are you okay?

[mamaterasu]

[Was an animal. Just last night, actually. And you know what? Being an animal is loads better than being a person. Y'all are weird and have terrible physical makeup. How the heck do you support yourselves? The sand burns her feet and arms? It's...awful?? Why don't you have pads on your feet to keep off most of the heat like...guys. What the fuckity.

Anyway, Ammy shakes her head no, she's not hurt but...ah. Ahhh, how does she even--gods, does she still have her powers? Can she draw? fucking--what...HOW?? She has no tail anymore, does she just...use her hands? These little nubbly things?

THE HUMAN BODY IS A MISTAKE.

Flexing her fingers a few times to get used to them, Ammy begins to draw in the sand, and the picture is...actually pretty terrible, considering her usual level of artistic ability. Ammy is a painting goddess, but fingerpainting is certainly not something she's ever had to learn, considering the lack of, erm...fingers. The painting looks...like an animal. A dog...ish. Maybe a fox. There's also...a sun? Probably a sun. And an arrow pointing to herself.]

[catpiper]

[The sheer confusion on this woman's face at, what she thought, was a simple question is concerning on its own. It's enough to make her think there are some injuries hidden on her person and she scans over her body, trying to see if some specks of blood or scratches are hidden behind her long hair.

And she spots some red ink dying her skin and while she wants to reach out and make sure it's not something bad, this lady is jumpy enough. But she can't let that go, so while the woman is creating some kind of image on the ground, she pulls out some groddy plain tshirt from her bag and sets it next to her.]

If it hurts you, you can wrap it with that.

[And then her eyes fall down to this masterpiece, twisting and turning her head like some kind of confused dog to make it out. Is this how it feels when people look at her stuff?? Wild. But she's able to figure out that she's not human and the rays off the circle make her think of a sun, so-

Dog is the biggest clue in this mystery, alongside the snow white hair. ]

Shiro?

[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.]

i.

[postictal]

[Amaterasu isn't the only one having the worst day. Tim can't seem to stop...burning...and it's actually starting to hurt. The tips of his fingers have gone reddened and sore, and he's now accepted the fact that the scent of faintly burning hair and skin will stick with him for the foreseeable future.]

[Nonetheless, there's something to be said for perspective. No matter how miserable this is, he's willing to venture that this lady might be having it a little rougher.]

Hey - hey, you okay?

[She's crawling. Is she hurt? Or...the closer he gets, it might be that she's trying to preserve her modesty? He honestly has no clue.]

[mamaterasu]

[Well, she's not hurt, per se, not from the outside it looks. Other than being covered in sand and dust, and a few minor cuts and scrapes from falling, the woman looks to be relatively fine for the most part, but any attempt she makes to move--no, to stand is met with extreme difficulty. After a moment or two of absurd flailing and trying to creep her way toward Tim, Amaterasu just...gives up. She gives up and lays on the ground with her arms extended out before her.

Shit fuck Jesus--gods. This is exhausting. Her arms are burning from the strain, and her back feels like it's being tied in a knot. How?! How the hell is she expected to move around like this?! Is there something she has to learn here? A trick to it? Humans walk around on their own like it's nothing! How in the blazes do they do it on two legs?!

Ammy lifts her head and looks at Tim almost pitifully, a low whine forcing its way out her throat.]

[postictal]

[...yeah, he's not entirely sure what's wrong with her. Why she doesn't seem to be able to speak? Or maybe just not willing to. He's...got no clue, honestly, and right now he's going to start with something safer.]

You...you need a jacket? Something to...you know.

[He does have a jacket. He just wants to make sure he doesn't set it on fire if he gives it to her. Can she understand him? Presumably she can, but she's moving like she doesn't even know how to walk, so who knows if she can talk either. She certainly isn't talking now.]

[mamaterasu]

[...Ah. Right. That. Ammy blinks, then looks down at herself and her, erm...lewdness. You know, this whole naked business doesn't seem to bother anyone when she's a wolf. Why is it so weird when she's a human? People are bizarre. Anyway, when in Rome, may as well do as the Romans do, yes? Or, well, she would, but seems a bit occupied with her new, ah...features.

One single digit slowly pokes at her breasts curiously, and the sensation is so foreign that Ammy stops, looks at Tim, and nods her head. They're...heavy. It's pretty obnoxious, actually, though they're nice to look at on other women. Gods, you humans have the worst physiology ever. How do you even exist, it's a fucking miracle. No claw, these lat horse teeth, no fur to keep you warm...and just. Everything. There's so much. SO MUCH.

You're all disasters and no wonder you needs the gods to look after you sometimes. Seriously. Big yikes.]

[postictal]

[This is, shall we say, awkward.]

[Though she's in luck, in a weird sort of way. She's addressing someone who really doesn't give a damn one way or another about leering at anyone, regardless of species or gender, so mostly it's just a matter of trying to handle this gracefully. Then again, given the way this interaction started off, grace is probably well and truly out the window at this point.]

[Tim shucks off his jacket, one sleeve at a time, and gingerly holds it out with one hand. Please, please don't catch aflame...]

[It doesn't.]

You know how this works?

[Patronizing, maybe, but this is in response to someone who didn't seem to know how walking worked, so.]

[mamaterasu]

[Ah, yes...this. See, Ammy knew this was coming, humans do indeed wear clothes, but the process of wearing said clothes has never once occurred to her. Just...how do they do it? I mean, it must include these weird, ropy limbs and those bizarre tubes of cloth, she's assuming, but the absolutely perplexed look at the young woman's face is...telling.

At least she looks very apologetic a moment after, and had she still had her pointed ears, they may very well be drooping a bit. This isn't how she wanted to spend her day either my friend, so--

Wait a minute. Her eyes narrow, looking at Tim's hands, and her brows furrow together as she suddenly grasps his wrist to inspect the flustered and cracked skin on his fingers. ...Yikes, that looks like it hurts. Her gaze turns up at him, brow still knit together, but she's more concerned than anything. What happened here?]

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[demonpuppy]

[So...yeah, that's happening.]

[Being without their usual mystical senses, it takes a moment for Chip to realize that she isn't just a fun new variety of centipuppy that's popped up this month. She looks...really different without the marks and her reflector, and about a billion more legs than she should have.]

That doesn't...hurt, does it?

[She looks like a clipping error off of Reddit and it's weird.]

[mamaterasu]

[It sure is happening, and Ammy's not exactly a fan. The loss o her godly powers isn't terrible, it happens when she uses up her ink, so she's learned to take that with a grain of salt sometimes, but the multitudes of additional legs she now has is...mm. It's not easy to really describe other than weird. Taking one step forward seems to activate a chain reaction o all her other legs reflexively moving, like a train of dominoes, and looking behind her to see it all is...

It's definitely going to stay with her a while, in her nightmares, probably.

But hurt? No. Ammy shakes her head, though how she looks back at her odd lower hal, turning her head away with a puff of air, almost like a sigh. It's sort of annoying, actually. Imagine having an itch you can't scratch, and halving to double back on yourself a good thirty or more feet just to reach it with your teeth. It's...horrible. She's also getting way, way dirtier like this. Not exactly bad, but heavens know some invasive person is going to try and wash her... And with a body this long, Ammy's pretty sure they may manage it!! Or at least get some part of her.]

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[deathfindsaway]

[Hey Ammy, did you order some role reversal? Of course you did.

As it seems, she isn't the only one getting used to new limbs today. Not when Kravitz awoke to find not the humanoid body he'd held for over a year now, but a rather... feathery one, instead. Perhaps since getting Lieutenant Pepper, ravens aren't such an uncommon sight on the archipelago, but for today there's two of them running around.

And uhh, in his case, it is a little bit of running. While Kravitz knows in theory how to fly, he doesn't do so with wings. Telekenisis would serve him much better, so what was the point? Except now he has to and he's dying, actually.

He doesn't see Ammy at first, because he more crash lands nearby, a gust of wind having blown him up and then down in a pile of feathers. His wings are all the way out, as if someone might extend their arms to catch their balance, and he looks quite ruffled about it. If she looks at him, though, he does seem to have a quality most ravens don't- the feathers around his face are an old bone shade of tan, outlined around his eyes as if his skull was outside of him. Enough to surmise he isn't Pepper, for sure.

Kravitz is still stumbling a bit when he catches Ammy's eyes, and lets out an odd squawk that doesn't even resemble a regular word. Oops.]

[mamaterasu]

[Oh dear, that's no good. Ammy sees the feathery, black blob and while she follows it with her gaze, she only moves forward when she realizes it's a crow--no, a raven. Her movement is still wobbly and unpracticed, even on all fours like she's used to, but she manages after a few minutes, instead sitting up and reaching out to put a paw--erm...palm, on the creature and gently roll it over.

Her hand recoils when it squawks at her, and she reflexively growls at it, rolling back her lips to show off some very...nonthreatening, lat teeth. Gods above this form is absolutely useless. Licking her lips - again, a reflex - she leans down to inspect the creature, moreso its face. Is it balding? ...No, the coloration is different.

This close, Kravitz might see some familiar tattoos on the woman's face - the circle in red against her forehead, and the streaks right below her eyes, following the gentle curve o her jawbone. It may be familiar to him, though she seems utterly perplexed by this strange creature, tilting her head to one side slowly.]

[deathfindsaway]

[He is Suffering. Even if verbal communication was possible, Ammy probably wouldn't know how to talk back, so what point would there be. Once he's up though, they're both studying each other, tilting his head and taking very deliberate and careful steps one way and another to see more of her. It almost looks like he's marching, which is extra silly on a bird.

He needs to find some way to say something to her though, and Kravitz looks down at the ground before having an idea. He sticks his beak into the dirt and does a small dance until he's drawn out a question mark in the sand. Then he looks back at her, expectantly.

It's kind of a who are you. At least it's putting the writing on the wall that he isn't some ordinary bird.]

[mamaterasu]

[Oh, this is just odd. Now, Ammy has her own bird - a phoenix she'd, erm...found and accidentally had imprint on her months back. It still exists on the island, following it natural cycle of lie and death, and she sees it every now and again, but this bird is just...well. It's acting real wei--oh it's dancing, that's cute.

Wait, no. Drawing...drawing. Oh heck, she can do that, too! It's, uh...it's going to be way harder with these spindly little nubs than her Celestial Brush, but here we go. Clearly, this is yet another person trapped in a body that's not their own, so may as well try her hand at piecing together who this is and telling them who she is. It may very well be someone she knows.

So, after laying on her bare stomach in the sand, Ammy scribbles right next to Kravitz' drawing a little sketch of a...well. It's an animal. A dog...maybe? Or a fox? It's hard to tell, Amaterasu's skills as a human are perhaps first grade level at best. Fine motor skills aren't her forte right now, and even though she's a painting goddess, no one taught her how to finger paint, considering her prior lack thereof. 8|

But here, let's make this easier. She draws a sun above the dog-fox creature. There. Nailed it.]

[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.]

[prettypurpleparlor]

Oh... oh dear. [This might be a familiar face, Ammy- then again, maybe not. For one thing, she's been gone for three weeks. For another, she's a lot less purple than usual, and displaying significantly fewer limbs and eyes.]

[But Muffet's voice, at least, is unchanged.]

[She currently appears to be entirely human, and is looking quietly but exceedingly distressed about it. Her dignity is keeping her from panicking or swearing out loud, but she certainly wants to, on the inside. She's not too lost in her own problems to notice Amaterasu before she steps on her, but it's a close thing.]

Oh my, I'm terribly sorry. Are you all right?

[Species: wrong. Manners: still intact. Patience: steadily decreasing.]

[mamaterasu]

[The voice, thankfully, is recognizable, though it takes the wolf-now-human a moment or two to put the pieces together. Her hearing isn't as great as it used to be, and this person is certainly not one she recognizes. pushing all her long, silvery-white hair from her face, the wolf blinks, squints, then brightens once realization strikes her. Though it, uh...quickly turns into a knowing look as she scans the young woman up and down.

...Ah. You too, hm? Though at the least, it seems Muffet has a better time of walking than Amaterasu does. She's also, erm...decidedly more clothed, probably. Ammy begins to whine loudly, looking down at herself, then at Muffet, and back again. Though she was a wolf before, Ammy knows enough about emotions to showcase them pretty clearly, and her face is one of frustration, irritation, confusion, and a clear cry for help.]

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Muffet hasn't quite figured out who this is, unfortunately- though the red markings on her face do seem awfully familiar, in a way she can't put her finger on. Though perhaps that's just because she has so many fewer fingers than normal, right now.]

[She can, however, use the context to make a reasonable guess:]

You've been transformed too, haven't you. [She winces sympathetically, carefully kneeling down to speak to the poor woman without forcing her to crane her neck to look up.] This whole business seems quite a mess, is there anything I can do to help you?

[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!]

[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.]