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

[sandsister]

[It's not a language she knows how to communicate with, but thankfully something helps her understand the words they throw out. It's pretty neat, actually. If she wasn't in so much pain, she'd comment on that.

Instead, all she can do is look down at the body she's inhabiting and back up to them.]

do you know how to change back?

[hyperlit]

No.

[They had hoped that, upon finding themself, they would be able to ascertain how to displace themself back into their body. However, such does not seem to be the case.]

You are very sick.

You are dying.

That is why it hurts.

[sandsister]

[They say that so casually, but it makes sense given how she feels. It's how she would think dying felt, if she had to worry about going through that on a normal day. ]

you don't have any medicine?

a cure?

[hyperlit]

No.

It claimed me in my final moments. I woke here.

[Of course, any living creature would search for a cure. Of course they would want to continue to live, without this chronic and inescapable pain mantled about their limbs and their lungs. What creature does not want to live?]

[Yet the Drifter never found any other option, in all their searching and all their efforts.]

[sandsister]

[It seems grossly unfair to be killed by this disease and still have to deal with the symptoms in the afterlife. It's not what she expected and she feels like, as a goddess, she should know this kind of stuff. It's another question to ask One when they meet up.]

I'm sorry

You're in a lot of pain all the time, aren't ya?

[Then she gestures to her throat-]

You can't talk anymore?

[hyperlit]

[The pain is ever-present and all-consuming and the shock of not having to contend with it any longer in real time took an adjustment. Even now, that this unknown person should suffer while they do not, it feels...wrong. Beyond wrong. It is unjust.]

My throat is damaged.

[From the constant coughing, their illness ravaging their own body, eating them alive.]

Your throat now.

[sandsister]

[Figures that would be the case. Whatever this disease is, it's far worse than anything in her world. Plagues and illnesses weren't uncommon and the symptoms varied, but she can't recall one as destructive as this. She doesn't even want to move.]

i've never been sick

what makes you feel better?

[Tea, mead, something!]

[hyperlit]

Nothing.

[Feeling better is as foreign a concept as life without the constant constriction of pressure and perpetual agony crimped around their airways.]

There is no cure.

[...]

[They're sorry.]

[sandsister]

Don't give up

There has to be something

[That surge of stupid determination coincides with her trying to stand and boy oh boy that doesn't work out well. The back of her throat starts to burn and every cough that follows make some pink spill to the ground.

So. It's time to. You know. Sit back down. She's just gonna stay here, thanks.]

[hyperlit]

Must take care.

[This person is unused to moving about in their body - this much is obvious. So used they have become to the chronic and persistent ache that has suffused the Drifter's very atoms, so very used to it; its absence took them off guard.]

[And now this innocent soul must suffer its grasp.]

Could cure the world.

Could not cure self.