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]

No - no, I'm Tim, I just can't usually set shit on fire with my hands.

[Or with his...mind. It doesn't seem to discriminate in regards to where it chooses to spread, that's for damn sure.]

So who're you?

[motherfucking_ghost]

Church. I'm Church. [And he did not sign up for more wacko identity issues, thanks!] Not...I'm guessing this is that wacko doc Faust, given I woke up with a bag over my head and I'm taller than shit.

[postictal]

Church?

[Okay, now that he knows who's here, that feels...right. God.]

Yeah. Yeah, you're definitely...him. Guessed right. [Not that there are very many other nine-foot-and-change doctors who wear paper bags and carry giant fucking scalpels.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

Handsome blue guy in the armor giving piggybacks, yeah.

...Man, fire powers would've been way better than switching bodies. This one's flexible as hell but it creaks. I'm creaky! Like I need oil!

[postictal]

You really don't want this stuff. Trust me on that. [Tim grimaces, closing his fists in an effort to extinguish the flames. To no avail. It hurts, too.]

I mean, if nothing else, I guess you could see what he looks like under that bag.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Oh, yeah, no, wasn't super fun waking up with a bag over your head even if you aren't suffocating, right? He's got one eye-hole. I don't know how he does it.

I mean, look at this. Like...honestly, I wouldn't have guessed he's just a middle-aged bald Asian guy? I don't know if I was expecting horrifically scarred or inescapably handsome or what, but this wasn't it.

[postictal]

That's what he looks like?

[Middle-aged bald Asian guy. Would not have guessed that either. For a moment, Tim's confusion is such that the flames simmering at his fingertips die down to little more than sparks and embers, distracted as he is from anything else.]

...yeah, okay. Wouldn't have guessed that either.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Right!

Just like I wouldn't have guessed you with fire powers, but I guess because they're not yours. But you're still you? So...where the fuck did that come from?

[postictal]

I have no idea. I woke up like this I dunno if someone else here is any good at setting stuff on fire or...

[Is that what this is? Switching everything up?]

Is this place just switching everyone? Are people losing their powers too? [He reaches up to massage his brow and stops himself before potentially setting his hair on fire.]

We need to crowdsource this.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Wouldn't know, I don't have magic powers. And some of the shit I could do before, I couldn't once I showed up here.

Who do you know that does blue fire?

[postictal]

No one. I mean, I don't think...

[Asgore, maybe? He can do fire, he can do blue attacks. But that doesn't make sense. That always seemed like something he had to do willfully. He didn't just catch ablaze willy-nilly...did he?]

I'd ask people on my phone, but I don't know if those things are fireproof.

[motherfucking_ghost]

The rocks woulda been. [Not that he is at all ungrateful for Actual Phones.]

Maybe you need to do some meditation? Or just--practice? On trees. Or. Less flammable things.

[postictal]

I've been trying. Relaxation is just - not really one of my skills.

[This is why Tim is always doing things. Nothing else erases the slow-burn molten bite of his own anxiety, and everything else that swims in his skull.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

Has anyone found any weed to grow? [church] Oh, shit, this guy's a doctor, maybe, I think, maybe he's got some chill pills!

[postictal]

Yes, actually. But I don't...

[Short of nicotine, which he's even been weaning himself off of, and caffeine, which they don't have any of, he's not keen on trying any mind-altering substances. His mind alters itself fine without their help.]

That's not a good idea. For me. Trust me on that.

[motherfucking_ghost]

...Hm, and I guess it would be rude of me to start trying drugs in someone else's body when I don't know if they've got weird reactions to them. Damn.

Man, I guess just sit by the ocean, relax to the sound of waves, take a nap in the sun.

[postictal]

Do I look like someone who's good at doing any of those things?

[He's a walking, talking billboard regarding the dangers of obsessive paranoia. He's almost constantly fighting off the tide of his own stresses and anxieties and most of them aren't even irrational anymore, and the fact that he's in nicotine withdrawal after trying to quit smoking isn't helping.]

I just started to quit smoking. I just started and now this.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Ouch. Maybe...maybe exercise? Work out all the stress? [He can't say he's ever had an addiction before, so he doesn't really have good advice for it.] Maybe tiring yourself out will help your fireball hands chill out.

[postictal]

It's gonna happen one way or another.

[The tiring, anyway. These islands don't like it when you use all your power in one go, he's learned. Not that he's ever had a power that's required worrying about.]

It's a power, right? Islands tire you out the longer you use them.