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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[counterblows]

[She's stopped, at least. Good. Now he can figure out how to communicate. Fuck. No vocal cords, no opposable thumbs - this is miserable. But he can write a message in the dirt, maybe?]

[It's proving difficult. He manages a crooked "W" and part of an "A," but cat paws aren't meant for drawing things in the ground with particular efficiency. Halfway through the "S," he nearly loses his balance with a low, annoyed sound.]

[uptightness]

[While Wash might be attempting to communicate, that doesn't exactly translate all that well in person. Swatting at the dirt? Did cats play fetch? Was it itchy? Food?

Writing doesn't even cross her mind.]

Uh. Nice kitty?

[What? Does it want to be pet? Is it just playing...?]

[counterblows]

[His tail lashes, once. Come on, come on. He tries to draw the state of Washington next, which goes just as poorly. It's a crooked rectangle with a nick in it, but he wasn't much of an artist even before losing the ability to use hands. Fuck this. Fuck this entire event and everything that transpired to make it happen.]

[He paws at the dirt again. This time he goes slower. Manages a wide, arcing "D" with a little more precision, and then a wobbling "A." The "V" is easier, and "I" is just a single stroke on the ground.]

[uptightness]

[Now that? Carolina would say that that is the universal sign for pissed off. If the thing claws at her, she is going to swat it away.

But, no, it doesn't try anything, or at least anything against her. It's- she still doesn't know, but it seems to be trying to do something. Either that, or it's those ink blots that you're supposed to look at and see something. She doesn't get that it is trying to draw a state. Heck, Carolina sucks at dictionary anyway, so there's that.

This place might be punking her, and she wouldn't put it past it, but... Her focus sharpens, as clearly the cat is trying to do something. D... O? Do what? No, not an O. There's a frown furrowing her forehead, before she suddenly blurts out.]

Wash...?

[counterblows]

[A loud, relieved meow follows her pronouncement. His tail droops into the sand. Yes. Yes, it's him, and he's having about as bad a day as you are...whoever you are.]

[Tex or Carolina, he's pretty sure - based on the speech patterns. But with how higher-pitched this body is compared to either of them, it's hard to tell.]

[uptightness]

[Own blue body aside, she is looking at him like he's grown another head, or even just that he is a freaking cat, if she's understanding cat properly.]

You're Wash?

[Just to confirm that fact, and it's not like Wash has some strange familiar that he's been parted from. That thought is ridiculous, but no more ridiculous than all of this. But, considering her own body.]

Let me guess. You woke up, as a cat?

[counterblows]

[Another meow, and he's lowering his head in his best feline approximation of a nod.]

[That's exactly what happened. He just...has no idea how to communicate short of acknowledging yes or no questions. He can't exactly vocalize outside of very non-indicative meows.]

[If he could, he'd ask - which one are you? Maybe, with a little more time, he'll be able to guess.]

[uptightness]

[And she thought her body was difficult.

Is it just random bodies then? Or is there a cat here that she's just not familiar with? At least she just has to co-ordinate two feet and not four.]

I guess that answers my question. Do you know about Maine, Tex or Alpha?

[Which should answer the question that he can't ask.]

[counterblows]

[So it's Carolina, then. Inhabiting a body that's just...diametrically opposed to the one she usually occupies, in basically every way. Great. Now they can hate this together.]

[He shakes his head as best as he can. It's an imperfect gesture, but hopefully the meaning comes across.]

[He has no idea what's happening to any of them.]

[uptightness]

[It's probably best to go with yes or no questions until a better way to communicate can be figured out. Cat paws don't seem the best for actually getting things done in a timely fashion, and are no doubt annoying for Wash. To think Carolina had been complaining to herself about this one.]

Alright. Let's go see.

[Although another pause after she has straightened up to her not that tall stature.]

... need a lift?

[counterblows]

[A cat's perpetual expression thankfully lends itself very well to shooting people withering looks, which Wash does so now. He doesn't need a lift, thanks. Cats might be smaller than the average humanoid, but they're also nimbler.]

[That, and he's not sure he'd ever be able to live that down. If Carolina had to carry him around.]

[He'll follow you.]

[uptightness]

[Oh, so it's going to be like that, is it?

One of her eyebrows arch ever so on her forehead, a face that seems more built for laughter than the uptightness of Carolina's.]

Okay.

[Raising her hands slightly as she rises in turn.]

Just keep up, Wash.

[counterblows]

[He's got no idea where they're going, or what Carolina's plan is, but she...probably has a plan, right? She's moving around with purpose, which is just how Carolina does everything that she does, but there's nonetheless that assurance. He's with her, and therefore - surely they'll be able to figure something out.]

[He just can't communicate very well, so how helpful he's going to be is...limited.]

[Still, he can follow without difficulty. Following her like a pro.]

[uptightness]

[The plan, in so much as it is a plan, is to make certain that everyone is okay. That plan might have already gone down the drain, given that Wash is a cat, and who knows what everyone else may be. Perhaps they'll be lucky, and the rest are fine.

If not... Well, so long as they aren't a turtle or a snail... She's not going to stop at every being and creature that she sees and have a conversation with it. A sign, maybe? If Wash can write, albeit pretty horrible, he can read, right? So the others should be able to do the same.

But her steps might get longer the further they go, that determination driving her forward as it always does.]

[counterblows]

[So far, he has no idea what anyone's status is. If Maine is all right. If Tex is still in her body. If Church isn't losing it. There's no way to know for sure unless they find them.]

[At least one of them can communicate. Wash sure can't, short of finding someone with telepathy.]

[In the meantime, he's going to stick close.]

[uptightness]

[Her mind is split, pondering this new problem now as well. He can understand, but it seems that even though he knows how to speak, Wash is limited by his body. She knows that sometimes there is no set period, which would be frustrating.]

Morse code?

[Offered out of the blue, as the blue creature looks down to the cat hot on her heels.]

Could do one of those... What were they- the speaking to ghost boards? Tap your paw on letters?

[Carolina can't recall that. Although that would only work if he had the board on him... Looking to the feline, she somehow doubts that he's going to drag it all over the islands with him.]

[counterblows]

[Oh. Oh, that's actually...capable of probably working. Oh my god. Carolina. Thank you. thank you for his life.]

[Wash meows loudly, emphatically. Yes. Yes, please. Maybe they could...write it in the dirt, maybe? He more or less had to ditch his pack by design, seeing as he's a cat who can't carry it, but if he had it on him, maybe he'd be able to use the keyboard? Who's he kidding. Probably not. It's not built for cat paws.]

[He paws at the dirt, instead. It would require him to be stationary, but maybe that's what they need. A...sort of base. Of operations. Something like that.]

[uptightness]

Can probably give you a collar with your name, at least.

[Okay. Yes. Now she is being a bit of an ass, but only partially. It would identify him and hopefully keep anyone from doing anything stupid. She can just imagine him being picked up and attempted to be cuddled... That would be awkward.]

Or a vest, although I don't have anything cat sized.

[Cut a hole in a sock? Ya, he'd likely take a swipe at her for suggesting that.]

First aid kit might have some tape or something.

[Something light weight that he could carry around easily, that had letters. Would have to be water proof though. All things Carolina would never have thought that she would be thinking about.]

[counterblows]

[He darts her his best attempt at a glare. He wants as few people to know that this is what's happened to him as possible, thank you. As far as morse code goes - ]

[Well. He can blink. Does that count?]

[Anything that you can write on and that he can point to. That's surely a step up from...this.]

[uptightness]

[It earns would should have been a deeper chuckle, but instead comes out as a bubblier titter of laughter. That does make her pause mid-step, before continuing to walk. Right. Don't do that again.]

Alright, alright. Just be careful. You're bite sized.

[counterblows]

[Another irritated look. He knows. If he had the means to verbalize the sentiment, he would be biting back with a retort: you don't look so intimidating yourself. At least he can't exactly snort with laughter.]

[That would probably just be salt in the wound, with this.]

[Instead, he mrrps softly and starts trotting ahead.]

[uptightness]

[He has mastered that, hasn't he? Scowls cats seem good at, although Carolina can't ever recall a cat looking happy. More grumpy and watchful.

She does glance around, but there doesn't seem to be much going on, and let's Wash take the lead, snorting at the sight. Sorry. Being a cat is just amusing to her. Less amusing if it was her, but it's not.]