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

[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.]