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

[diplomacycheck]

[If she were the size of their Lions it'd mean goodbye cottage so, no. Thank the Ancients it isn't that. But she can't feel the oneness with all life, even muted as it was here already. The connection is gone. If anything, that is what has her shaking the most as she stumbles (what's having relatively normal legs again after three days of having clawed ones) toward her bedroom door.]

...Size and color, actually. [She rests a hand on the door briefly a little too forcefully, catching herself on it. Okay, Allura. You can do this. Just push down the self-loathing and hatred for a stupid box for now... No, don't lean against the door to keep him out. Shiro's family. He's also the only other who's been traumatized by-

He's also the one who pushed for alliance the hardest after Keith, his boyfriend (fiance? have they made that jump yet? she's been out of it a tick too long) and one of her closest friends who also happens to be half. It's a silent reminder to herself before she quietly opens the door.

Allura wasn't kidding. She's definitely taller than normal. Taller than Shiro, even--though only by a head--and very, very Galra. Her facial structure remains mostly the same, thank the stars. But at least as an aboreali she still had her marks, even if they were simply pink flowers on her cheeks. Now she has none save the purple markings along her neck and back. (Please point out the mess behind her first she can handle that a bit easier right now.)]

[galrarm]

[ Whoa. That's definitely a change. Even more than the time they'd gone on that mission forever ago. He's not used to being shorter than Allura, and his having to crane his head up to look at her face is super different. Still, he recovers from his shock fairly quickly. ]

And here I was expecting green and pocket-sized.

[ nailed it?? ]

[diplomacycheck]

[It's okay Shiro she's not used to looking down at you, either. In fact she's partially concerned if she even leaves her room with a shred of the confidence she ordinarily does she'll bonk her head on the door frame. This isn't even mentioning the fact that she is very, very purple at the moment.

Allura waits, and if there was anything she expected to come from his mouth after the shock, it wasn't that. She blinks back her own, dumbfounded as she tries to get her mouth to work. It takes a couple seconds.]

I- pardon? Green and what? [Well, congratulations Shiro. You've got her nonplussed and curious.] Do I even want to know what that is a reference for?

[galrarm]

[ Admittedly he wasn't thinking of a reference, so he gives a little sheepish laugh. ]

Nothing, actually. It was just the first thing to come to mind. [ And then his expression shifts to one of concern. Shiro himself hasn't experienced any sort of change yet and he kind of feels bad that he gets to stay the same while his friends are being jerked around from change to change. ] Are you okay, though? Going from one abrupt, extreme change to another has got to be disorienting.

okay real tag time

[diplomacycheck]

[Allura raises a single dark eyebrow. Mmhmm, sure. She'll believe that when yalmorrs fly.]

You mean aside from not quite finding my feet like I should...? [Yes, she's going to fully admit to that because everyone in this house likely heard it. Along with the shriek. ...One she's highly embarrassed about, to be honest.] Great. Just... peachy.

[Not sure if correct fruit reference aside, it's also not so sincere as she'd like. How does one handle being one of those she hated for so long she doesn't know.]

[galrarm]

[ Listen. Don't call him out like this. More importantly--

Oof. Her displeasure is practically tangible. Not that he can blame her; it has to be unpleasant--to put it lightly--being something you used to fiercely hate. ]

Anything I can get for you? I'd offer to do something to fix it, but...

[diplomacycheck]

[Sorry Shiro, she's gonna call you out. At least initially. Part of the surrogate family clause. It's in the contract, you understand.

Her eyes narrow slightly as her gaze falters.] ...No. I- I don't think anything can help with this.

[She slowly hugs herself.] I can't feel my connection to the universe like I should, muted as it is here. ...feels wrong.