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

[postictal]

"Starflight?" Kit. Well, he does...he is pretty obviously young, but the association of the word there is that he's small as well, when he's really anything but.

"I dunno if he can breathe fire, so maybe you're good."

He glances down at the tongues of flame pricking his fingertips, and gives his hand a shake in an effort to dispel them.

"I think we're good on fire, actually."

[taxusbacatta]

Yellowfang looks at Tim's little candle hands curiously for a moment before shaking her scaly head.

"What good will this do any of us? What is the point?"

It went against nature. Nature had a pattern and though it was not always fair, she understood why things happened. Snow fell, prey went scarce. Thunder and lightning came. Trees caught fire.

Clown box shows up? Shit gets fucked.

OKAY.

Yellowfang lets out a low rumble from the barrel of her chest and it is not a purr.

[postictal]

"You think I have any idea? In my experience, these things just tend to happen." Because why not? He hasn't considered the Box further - he gave it a tape, and it gave him a bit of fabric, and that was that. He didn't pursue it further. It left him alone after that, which was the important thing.

"Might be an island thing. I...I dunno, I have no idea."

[taxusbacatta]

Yellowfang's scaly brow knits in something like frustration and sympathy. She swung her tail around to lay the very end across Tim's shoulders, nearly bowling him over in the process. Cat gestures did not translate well to dragon features.

"It was not a real question, Smokefur. If you are not burned, I am going to make rounds and see if any creature needs medicine."

[postictal]

Tim stumbles forward at the tail that whacks across his shoulders, prompting a brief coughing fit. Little sputters of blue flame spurt out from between his teeth until he glances up again, eyes watering.

"You might wanna radio ahead. I mean...use your rock." He'd take his out, but he doesn't know if these things are fire resistant, and would rather not find out. "Otherwise people might get a little freaked out if they see a dragon flying right at them outta nowhere."

She's...still got her pack. Just - it looks like more of a wristwatch than an actual knapsack, but hey, she's still got it. Would a dragon even be able to get anything out of it?

Presumably. But who knows.