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

[thankgods]

[ Castor is quick, but the Clown Box has the advantage of being able to split itself up! It scatters around her, filling the air with an obnoxious humming noise. As the pieces flit past, Castor will find her vision suddenly changing to black and white, just by being close to it.

It retreats somewhat, riled up by the intrusion. It lets out a spray of colourful paintballs. Think fast! ]

[lesbeau]

[See, the good thing about someone swinging in and grabbing attention means that someone else can arrive and do something similar. Beau still isn't back in her body- this synthetic suit of armor isn't as agile or fast as her normal form, but her mind remembers the motions and she figures she has less of a chance of getting totally ruined this way.

All that is to say, the both of them get to hear a few heavy footfalls before a blue suit of armor comes leaping up behind the Clown Box, trying to stab it with a sword. Not slice; this is pretty definitively an over the head swing like a staff.

Beau doesn't know how to use a sword. But like, she's trying.]

[hellawrath]

[Oh hell yeah, Team Patience reunion! Time to fuck shit up as they were always meant to! Not that Lup has any idea that's Beau in there, but like, it's the principle of the thing. The elf is all present and accounted for herself, grin on her face, Umbra Staff pointed steadily at the buzzing Clown Hive.]

Hey, chucklefuck! I've got a gift for you!

[And a massive Fireball shoots from the tip of the umbrella, enveloping all pieces of the Clown Box in a twenty foot radius in roaring flames. As well as, y'know, everybody else in the vicinity? But they'll remain magically unscathed. Even if they might not appreciate being in the middle of a literal firestorm. But that's a wizard fight for you!

Unfortunately the surrounding vegetation doesn't fare as well, and Lup does look sheepish about that part.]

Sorry, bees!

[motherfucking_ghost]

[Sup motherfuckers make some ROOM because this shit is flinging himself into the mix, only with much less bag over the head.

Except oh there's like. Fire. Happening. C-cool... Doesn't seem to hurt?? So. That's also cool?? Is Faust also fucking fireproof, he doesn't know!

What he does know is that there's this giant-ass scalpel, and he's been trying to figure out how to use it! No, he has not learned to properly do...much in a couple of days, but it's the weapon he's got, and by god, he's going to swing that puppy in a fairly big arc. Guy's 9 foot fuck with gangly-ass arms and a six-foot scalpel, his radius is...fuck dude, it sure is. Trying to hit as many pieces in one swipe as he can!]

Looks like you need a clown-ectomy! Is there a doctor in the house?! Oh wait!

[thankgods]

[ The box makes a sort of high-pitched vibration, enough to set teeth on edge as it's assaulted from multiple angles at once. Though it's quick, it can't avoid a three-pronged assault. The sword and scalpel blows force it to come together to dodge, just in time to receive a burst of magical fire.

Those gardens are looking fairly crispy, alas. But oh well. Sacrifices must be made.

In the flames, it swirls frantically before shooting upwards into the air, trailing fire behind it, clearly agitated. It swoops low, spraying another round of painful, colourful paint bullets around itself.

All of its current attackers will experience a shift in vision, being close to it. This time, everything seems rather...blocky. Pixelated, you might say. It might be disorienting, but don't let that discourage your efforts! ]

[littlemhigan]

[ The advantage to seeing in grayscale is that those paintball bullets look like real bullets, and at this point in her life, Castor's been shot at enough to know that it's just bad news all around so she's well into dodge mode when Lup just lights the whole place up at once.

Something about it is comforting, in a strange way. She's used to a Black Mage nearby. ]

Keep that up, aye?

[ It might be hard to hear her over the fire but Castor's got a solid set of lungs. She takes off a second later fighting through the second shift in her vision, and moving in to strike again before the box flies back apart, chaining together as many blows as she can. ]

[shatteredlenses]

[The fire is just a little worrisome to a tigerlily, but fortunately, it becomes quickly obvious that whoever is casting understands the the benefits of avoiding friendly fire and makes sure the spell doesn't affect their allies (unlike the spells of some people he knows from back home).

As soon as he sees Castor launch herself back at the clown, Ignis launches an attack of his own, springing up at the Clown Box from the opposite side, swinging the Honeycomb Sledgehammer held in his mouth with a sharp twist of his head. The first set of combined attacks were definitely successful, so it only makes sense to continue the pattern.]

[wanderingdoctorfaust]

Zidane(?) sprints into the battlefield! With noticably dodgy movements and awkward footfalls...!
Witnessing the scene before him, he feels a pang of remorse for the collateral damage already being made, but against a hovering, acid-spitting eldritch abomination, options are going to be rather limited. Speaking of which...

Noticing the clown box is now very much airborne, Zidane(?) slides out into the open and takes up as best a grounding stance as he can with this strange body, inhaling as much as his lungs will allow...before crying out as dragonfire bellows forth from the teenager's maw like a volcanic eruption! The young lad does what little he can to keeping the arcing flames firmly on the horrifying entity and away from the rest of the environment, hoping to high heaven more trees won't be destroyed in the process...!

[postictal]

[Everything is pixels and static. That's fine. Tim has a Sledgehammer in one hand, and the other is engulfed in flames. Looks like everyone's collectively decided to burn the thing alive.]

[That's not his angle. Instead, he makes a wide arc with his hand, trying to form a circle with his blue flames. Not to set the Box on fire, but to set up a perimeter around it.]

[He's trying to keep it in one place, as best as he can. But it's a hard effort for just one guy who woke up on fire, and definitely can't keep this up forever.]

[thankgods]

[ Castor's first strike splits the box back into shards; it flits back and forth in a flurry of colours, spraying chaotic patterns of paint that burn at a touch at its attackers.

But red and blue fire from two sides and Ignis' decisive strike is enough to force it to reconstitute again, landing another blow.

It's starting to look scorched, but it's not done yet. Letting out another distressed, high-pitched buzz, it disappears in a colourful puff of muggy steam...a hint to its next location.

Those quick on their feet will find the clown box lurking beneath the bathhouses' steaming waters. Upon discovery, it will launch a tidal wave of swirling, colourful water at its attackers - anyone it touches will have their vision change again, to something decidedly more stylized in nature..

Though everyone has done well so far, it's certainly not going down without a fight. ]

[thermalwind]

[When the team reaches the clownbox's location the fight is joined by a tall, seemingly purple elf with glowing yellow eyes. No, it's just Keith swinging his Honeycomb Sledgehammer to compliment whoever is striking right now.]

Sorry, I'm late! [More of team patience is here. Just...slightly different than before. He bears sharp teeth at the box with a low snarl.]

[atailoftwoworlds]

Hey, save some for me! [And Zidane, in Penny's body, is on the scene. Sledgehammer ready. Seeing the tidal wave, he tries to backflip to dodge it and doesn't quite avoid it. Luckily, he realises he can still move.

Although...]

.....Huh?!

[Wait....what's happening? His vision....

No, he can still see. It's just.....everything in his vision is like a painting. Fine. He'll deal. He can still see the clown box and will try to take a swipe at it.]

[lesbeau]

[Alright, now it's a real Team Patience brawl! Out here doing exactly what they were told not to do, kind of, and not looking much like themselves. Maybe Anbaki won't hold them accountable if they can pretend they were someone else.

Beau rolls with the hits, trying to keep herself in any hole or space to stop the box from moving-- which of course, it does anyway. Beau takes off running as soon as it disappears, coming upon the scene at the point Zidane and Keith have arrived as she brandishes the sword again.]

It does some shit, be careful!

[Descriptive. But regardless, she'll charge at it again, aiming to stab and see if she can pin it into a wall or one of the baths.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

Look out, look out, make way! [Church makes a point not to go flying directly at it this time, looking like he's taking aim--oh god don't take aim oh jesus.]

Let's pin this slippery asshole from all sides! [So, funny thing about Faust's six fucking foot giant scalpel he's discovered is a fancy little button that shoots the blade like a fucking harpoon, complete with line. Sure would be handy in the hands of someone who isn't known to have almost supernaturally improbable lack of aim.

He can blame it on the water, this time. Getting splashed would normally not be a big deal, except that the outlines of everything color and swirl, and when the scalpel goes off, it only glances off the box, bounces itself off harmlessly against a few more surfaces (how is that physically possible?), until it finally lodges itself at an angle into the ceiling of the bathhouse.]

...I...totally meant to do that! [He definitely, totally did, and will thus take the opportunity to go Tarzan swinging across the pool to kick the thing in its...side? Face? Box? Angle?]

[wanderingdoctorfaust]

Zidane(?) doesn't miss the hint given by the box's disappearance, despite the afflictions clouding his vision, and takes off towards the bathhouses with his fellow allies. The world's new pixelated appearance rapidly becomes disorienting, the beginnings of a headache starting to build up inside his skull, and it takes more of his willpower than he likes to stave it off. Combined with the irritating sensation of acidic pellets burning through his skin, it's becoming just as much a battle of willpower as it is a battle against the eldritch construct endangering everyone.

And then he sees his own body, replicated as an animated sprite, swinging across the ceiling to kick the damn thing like a battering ram.
Frankly, he's going to be having a serious talk with Church about throwing his delicate frame around like that with such recklessness later, but...in all honesty? He never even thought of using his weapon of choice like that. He'll have to have a serious talk about that manoeuvre as well...

Agreeing with the orders barked by 'Faust', the real doctor sprints across the poolside before leaping into the air, sledgehammer raised above his head and bringing down every last ounce of youthful vigour in this body upon the wretched creature!

[littlemhigan]

[ Fuck yeah team patience all directing their Goddamned Energy on something productive and destructive. Castor is right on Faust's heels, slamming herself down against the Clownbox almost directly after the hammer, hoping to land on and pin part of the creature before it can fly completely to peices again.

It's hard to see, what with a lack of colour and the strange square blurring but she can still see well enough to aim herself, right? If her aim is true and she catches the damn thing, she'll start pummelling it with her free hand. ]

[solperierat]

[And in comes a new challenger, armored and ready to fuck this stupid box right on up. It takes him a moment to reorient to the visuals, but he's soon in the fray as well, swinging that Honeycomb Hammer at any pieces solid enough to actually take a hit.]

[shatteredlenses]

[It is a natural reaction for any animal doused in water--no matter how colorful--to shake it off. It's doubly so when their vision changes so radically as a result. Fortunately, Ignis isn't too close to anyone when he does it, though he stops himself as soon as he realizes what he's doing. He growls softly around the handle of the Honeycomb Sledgehammer in his mouth and then joins the others in their attack, sliding into the nearest opening that allows him enough room to take a good swing with the hammer.]

1/2

[thankgods]

[ Even though it dodges and diverts, under the water and over it, blow after blow forces it into a corner. Through the islanders' combined efforts - hammer and sword and impact after impact - the box comes together a final time.

After being struck, it freezes in place for a second before shattering. What's left behind is a swirl of colour and bright energy, a swarm of light and shapes that comes together in a shifting pulse.

Then it spreads, sweeping across the island in a wave, washing over the assembled fighters and lifting whatever strangeness has been inflicted on them - changes in vision and shape, wrought by the clown box's reign of chaos. ]

2/2

[thankgods]

[ The swarm of bees that serves as the god's avatar buzzes frantically from all corners of the island, chasing the flood of coloured light. Those who are close enough to hear them might notice that they're speaking - calling out a name. ]

"Zun!"

[ The bees and the light collide into each other at the center of the island, in the sky above the god's temple; swirling around each other and wrapping each other up in a bright, chaotic torrent.

When it ends, the bees are still there, but they look....different. Far more colourful, for one thing. And they're buzzing in barely contained laughter, brimming with an unrestrained joy. ]

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Somewhere on the shore Muffet, now mercifully back to her proper arachnid form, looks up at the giant cloud of buzzing chaos and sighs heavily.]

I left for five minutes.

[She's going to have a long month to catch up on.]