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]

Yeah, we're kind of...surrounded by water. I've tried.

[But he's also not wild about swimming. He's almost drowned too many times to be totally comfortable with the idea of submerging himself underneath the waves - and even then, that's no guarantee that it'll work. Fuck.]

It doesn't turn it off. Not for good. It just comes back.

Is this kinda thing happening to you?

[catpiper]

Yes, I can't hear hearts anymore-I can only make treasures float now.

[And a little rock moves up, up, up by her head. Which ends any and all ideas she had. Put out fire is about the only thing she can think to do and she eyes the flames, hoping he's telling the truth about it not hurting. It doesn't look fun at all.]

Is there medicine to put out fire?

[Which seems like The Next Best Option. Maybe some kind of pill to solve this woe.]

[postictal]

I don't think so. I don't know what kind of fire this even is.

[It's definitely not normal fire - coloration issues aside, he's pretty sure it would have devoured him whole by now.]

You can make stuff float?

[catpiper]

Yes, that's what I can do right now. Until I get tired.

[It's way more fun than having fire hands, even if she can't control it too well.

Priority numero uno is helping him though. How many kinds of fire are there???]

Will yours go away if you get sleepy too?

[postictal]

Probably. It also might start burning me, so let's not try that.

[He's already dealing with fresh burns on his fingers and arms, not that he's about to admit that. No need to worry people - that'll just stress him out, and create a continuous positive feedback loop of concern and terror that nobody needs.]

[catpiper]

[This is the worst timeline possible. Maybe she can-

Cup her fingers around her mouth and start blowing as hard as she can towards the direction of his hands. She's nowhere near the flames, and it's doubtful gross mouth air even makes it that far, but it might help?? She can blow it out?? Horrible.]

Did that help?

[postictal]

N-not really, no.

[He's trying to take this like a champ. Really, he is. But his teeth are gritted hard against the incredibly uncomfortable feeling of having fire crawling all over him, and someone's well-meaning assistance is just adding fuel to the proverbial flames. And the literal.]

It's fine. Just don't...come too close to me, and it'll be fine.

[catpiper]

[She can oblige that request, at least. She won't take a step forward and the little items floating beside her lower towards the ground as she concentrates on him.]

Do you want to talk about music? So you don't have to think about that fire?

[postictal]

[How's he supposed to concentrate on music, on anything, on this conversation, when there's fire eating at his skin and he can't think and he has to answer her but he can't, he needs to concentrate, can't think straight, it really fucking hurts and he's not having a fun time with this really he isn't.]

[The more he thinks about it, the hotter the flames burn. Don't think about it. Stop thinking about it. Think about it any harder, and it'll eat you alive.]

S...sure. Let's t-try that.

[catpiper]

I can teach you a song.

[Because no matter what he says about how it doesn't really hurt his expression, his voice, his posture are saying otherwise. She can't get closer, refuses to leave him alone, so maybe she can impart some age old comforts.]

[postictal]

Been learning to play songs 'n stuff?

[Focus on her words. Focus on her words, on what she's saying, and not the feeling of fire crawling up along the base of his neck.]

Who's b-been teaching you?

[catpiper]

Murasaki-chan taught me a very nice song without words.

[The taught is questionable, but she had been listening while he strummed his guitar.

So she softly hums to the beat of this song. Maybe the whole process is absurd enough to distract him. It's not 100% the same and she doesn't know how to do anything other than hum to the tempo and add her own horrible, terrible flair in the form of lyrics no one asked for-]

Cats like to sing

Nya nya nya

The moon likes to sing

Twinkle twinkle twinkle

Tim likes to sing-

[AND. SHE. WAITS.]

[postictal]

I, uh. I don't know that one.

[Success on one front: Tim's too distracted by that, uh, expectation to concentrate on how much the fire fucking hurts, and as a consequence, it dies down very slightly - flames guttering to a low, bluish sizzle at his fingertips.]

[After the last time he..."sang," apparently, over the Stones, he's not keen to try again.]

S...sorry. Uh. You can keep going, though.

[catpiper]

[Boy, she's more than happy to keep singing, shifting to an entirely different tune when he doesn't join in. At least she's not terrible?? She's kind of good at this-her only talent, honestly.]

Oh twinkling star above, how beautiful yet lonesome.
As sad and lonesome as I am
I reach out, for your hand, We are two and one.
Farewell my love until we meet again-

Do you know that one? That pretty song?

[postictal]

Can't say I do.

[Apologetic tone, not that he expects she'll be surprised. He has a bit of an eclectic taste.]

Sounds nice, though.

[catpiper]

What songs do you know?

[Since he doesn't want to make up any and doesn't know the dank moon lullaby!! Show her what you've got up your lyrical sleeve, Tim.]

[postictal]

Nothing you'd know.

[He's played songs before, right? He doesn't remember. Probably not best to demonstrate now.]

One of these days I'll get a jukebox for Denny. One that runs on mana pool water or something, I dunno. Show you songs from my world.

[catpiper]

[Boy, does that bring a smile to her face. There's nothing she wants more than to listen to some music now, but this was supposed to make him feel better, not her. She doesn't have fire forming in her palms. The talk seems to be distracting him a bit though.]

Would that make you happy? Do you want to listen to those songs again? Which one was your favorite?

[postictal]

Picking a favorite song is kinda like picking a favorite pet.

[A favorite kid, he doesn't say. He doesn't, uh, have any kids!!!!!! No sir.]

I miss 'em sometimes, sure. One thing I miss about home. [He hasn't realized it, but the calm drone of conversation has caused the flames issuing from his hands to die down to a faint, relatively painless sizzle.]

[catpiper]

[That's a mood. It would be nigh impossible to pick between ESP, Egg or any of the animals in their camp. She wouldn't be able to manage it. Everyone's a big fav.

Her eyes flicker to his hands and she tries to not let it linger there for long. The scary fire's going away-now she has to make sure it doesn't surge back to life somehow.]

Does a 'jukebox' have every song from your world? Do a lot of people sing there?

[postictal]

Not really. It's more like...it's got songs that you gotta pay to put in there. And you pay for the box to play them, like a recording of an old performance.

[Talk automatically, issue the words quietly, calmly. Focus on the words, on speaking aloud.]

Probably wouldn't charge anyone here, though. No one's got any money, for one.

[catpiper]

We can give it 'loot' if the jukebox wants money. I have stuff like that.

[And as she goes to pull out some nasty shells or old bread, it just floats out of her bag for her. Amazing. She likes this.]

We can say 'Hello, Jukebox. Here's some treasure so play a pretty song.' That kind of thing will work.

[postictal]

Maybe I'll make some...tokens or something. I dunno.

[He watches her float stuff out of her bag. Doesn't have time for envy; just gratitude that she doesn't have to deal with a power like his.]

[The flames sting anew. Grit his teeth, force it back.]

It'd be pricey. But worth it.

[catpiper]

[The flames surge back to life and Ren's taken aback by their sudden appearance. It wasn't enough to distract him, it looks like. But she still tries to keep the conversation on track for once in her life.]

I can help you make 'tokens.' That's something I can do.

[And help get the jukebox because she really wants to listen to some music.]

[postictal]

Y-yeah.

[Fresh sweat slicks his brow, and he screws his eyes shut.]

You seem to be handling your, uh, powers a lot better than me.