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

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[sandsister]

[At least someone is having fun. Being trapped in an unfamiliar body is proving to be far more taxing on her end. It's why she hasn't said anything from her seated position against a tree, hoping to will away some of this pain for a short time. It's not working, but hell-what else can she do in this situation? Whose body is this?

It's nice to watch someone else run around though and if Beau turns to look towards the cloaked body in the shade, she'll see a little sprite write-]

10/10

[NICE LAND. GREAT.]

[lesbeau]

[In a sense, Beau should probably be thankful if this was going to happen that the body she got wasn't horribly different to accomodate to. It's weird, but not... too weird. At least she has four limbs, she can run, no exhaustion clouds her mind. It's strange to not feel anything though-- no sun on her skin, no wind in her hair, sweat on her brow. She thinks if this were permanent there would be many, many more consequences to bear.

So she simply won't think about that. Easy. As if she can afford to just, not think about things. It's part of the reason she's out here doing flips and shit, because even that is tangible. If somehow she manages to hurt herself, that's tangible, it's real--

Beau hears the sprite before she sees the text, turning around once before she spots Drifter under the nearest tree, and waves to them. Even with no mouth, she instinctually puts a hand to the front of the helmet where a mouth would be.]

Hey! Drif-- oh, shit!

[Wait a fucking second. They're sitting down. The Drifter doesn't just sit. If she had eyes to squint right now, she'd be doing it.]

Are you Drifter?? Or someone else?

[sandsister]

someone else

two

who are you?

[Because it stands to reason the trend would be hitting most people and that this person, wild as they are, isn't in their own body either. She doesn't bother trying to move or stand to greet them, only glancing up best as she can through eyes that definitely aren't her own.

Boy, she really hates this, by the way.]

[lesbeau]

[Two, Two, where has she--]

Oh! The climbing girl, hey, I remember you.

[That might help illustrate who she is, but in this case, she just introduces herself since the other woman asked.]

It's Beau. You know, uh...

[She does a little one-two punch in the air. You know. Punchy. Surely this is a description of her. To help, she raises her arms and does a little motion like a bun on top of her head where her hair usually is.]

[sandsister]

[Being all smiles all the time comes naturally to her, but it's proving to be difficult in this body. Even her mouth is covered up by it all-terrible. She does straighten her back and perk up somewhat, though it's hard to tell.]

i remember you too

when did you change? when will we change back?

[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.

[sandsister]

i don't know who

i think they're hurt though.

[Not that she's interested in investigating this unknown body. It's not hers and that lowkey invasion of privacy is too much. This bodyswitching, at least, wasn't by choice. She's just trying to keep it together.]

[lesbeau]

Yeah, it's... complicated.

[Beau isn't the kind of person who spreads other people's secrets unless it's damn important, or she needs something out of them. This is neither here nor there. But she will give one thing, because it may be vital to getting them back.]

Their name is Drifter. And they're not super strong. I punched them once and they died.

[A moment's pause, where she realizes she should maybe explain herself.]

It wasn't really dying. It was like, this maze with mortal challenges but if you lost one everyone just started over. So.

[It was super dying and she ate it like 8 times. She just... isn't thinking about that! Cool! Beau gestures to herself instead, which really just means the suit.]

You know who this is?