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

[assoverelbow]

[Well, Genji's not so lucky. He has no idea how fast he can be in this shape, but the answer seems to be "not very", at least compared to his actual body.

It's a shame.

He does his best to keep on the Drifter's tail, though the going is rough.]

[hyperlit]

[They've forgotten that not everyone moves as fast as they - and they were only lucky enough to be transposed to a shape that had a similarity ability to their own capacity for dashing. The Drifter slows their pace accordingly.]

[In time, it becomes apparent that this would become requisite in any case; exhaustion starts to seep into their bones the longer they push their ability.]

[Thankfully, Io is not very large, and the campsites are not very far.]

[assoverelbow]

[Genji is glad when they finally reach a campsite. Moving so slowly, so inelegantly, is increasingly frustrating. He feels more frustrated than he thinks he would be usually, and he wonders if that's a factor of the body he's found himself in. It certainly doesn't feel like something he'd think or feel.

Also, it's harder to ignore the pangs of hunger. He hasn't eaten all day, he realizes, too used to the way his own boy operates.]

[hyperlit]

[The Drifter is at least quick to start rummaging through the sheds and coolers in search of some meat. They unearth several large slabs of pinkish steaks of some kind and hold them up, glancing between them inquisitively.]

[They can't identify whichever creature these belong to. So they simply hold them both out to the canine and hope that they're not poisonous.]

[assoverelbow]

[Genji looks at the steaks, not able to piece together what they came from, either, but. It's just meat, right? It shouldn't be a problem.

He can't exactly reach out to grab the steaks, so he just sits himself on all fours and decides to eat out of the Drifter's hands. It feels a little awkward, but. He's a dog right now. Things can't get any weirder.]

[hyperlit]

[They more or less expected him to simply wolf them down - pun not intended - but he doesn't. He's waiting for their signal, so...]

[With any luck, Marvus won't mind if meat chunks and canine spittle end up on his clothes and hands. Taking care of this creature is of the utmost priority, the Drifter has now decided, because it's the one thing they can approach as a reasonable goal, and now that they have it, they will stop at nothing to complete it.]

[So they hold the steak out carefully at his muzzle's level, and hope that raw meat is acceptable.]

[assoverelbow]

[Listen, that's what showers are for.

Genji doesn't quite inhale the steak, but he does scarf it down once it's presented to him. Again, he's surprised by how hungry he feels, the ache in his guts more or less completely foreign to him.

He's probably making a mess, but food is being offered to him, and he'd be a fool to turn it down.]

[hyperlit]

[Well, this is one thing that the Drifter can do with no problems! They can even make a game of seeing if he can catch steaks in midair, because the Drifter is nothing if not playful under the right circumstances.]

[The fact that they're currently occupying an apparently healthy body, bereft of the chronic pain that always plagues them, evidently counts as the "right" circumstances.]

[assoverelbow]

[He's up for making it a game. He leaps for the steaks, barking as he catches them.

He's...enjoying this more than he thought he would, but this is going to be strange to explain once everything is said and done.]

[hyperlit]

[Hey, the Drifter doesn't mind this at all. Besides - they can do this virtually forever, thanks to not having to suffer the constant and all-enduring fatigue in their old body. They would prefer to be back to their old shape, considering that they'd rather not inflict that torment on an innocent stranger, but for the moment, they do not...mind this.]

[They make a gesture in front of their face, a familiarity that they've forgotten they do not need: a u-shape made with their thumb and forefinger, an indication of a smile.]

[It's unnecessary, considering that Marvus is perfectly capable of grinning rather widely.]