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

[motherfucking_ghost]

Look out, look out, make way! [Church makes a point not to go flying directly at it this time, looking like he's taking aim--oh god don't take aim oh jesus.]

Let's pin this slippery asshole from all sides! [So, funny thing about Faust's six fucking foot giant scalpel he's discovered is a fancy little button that shoots the blade like a fucking harpoon, complete with line. Sure would be handy in the hands of someone who isn't known to have almost supernaturally improbable lack of aim.

He can blame it on the water, this time. Getting splashed would normally not be a big deal, except that the outlines of everything color and swirl, and when the scalpel goes off, it only glances off the box, bounces itself off harmlessly against a few more surfaces (how is that physically possible?), until it finally lodges itself at an angle into the ceiling of the bathhouse.]

...I...totally meant to do that! [He definitely, totally did, and will thus take the opportunity to go Tarzan swinging across the pool to kick the thing in its...side? Face? Box? Angle?]

[wanderingdoctorfaust]

Zidane(?) doesn't miss the hint given by the box's disappearance, despite the afflictions clouding his vision, and takes off towards the bathhouses with his fellow allies. The world's new pixelated appearance rapidly becomes disorienting, the beginnings of a headache starting to build up inside his skull, and it takes more of his willpower than he likes to stave it off. Combined with the irritating sensation of acidic pellets burning through his skin, it's becoming just as much a battle of willpower as it is a battle against the eldritch construct endangering everyone.

And then he sees his own body, replicated as an animated sprite, swinging across the ceiling to kick the damn thing like a battering ram.
Frankly, he's going to be having a serious talk with Church about throwing his delicate frame around like that with such recklessness later, but...in all honesty? He never even thought of using his weapon of choice like that. He'll have to have a serious talk about that manoeuvre as well...

Agreeing with the orders barked by 'Faust', the real doctor sprints across the poolside before leaping into the air, sledgehammer raised above his head and bringing down every last ounce of youthful vigour in this body upon the wretched creature!

[littlemhigan]

[ Fuck yeah team patience all directing their Goddamned Energy on something productive and destructive. Castor is right on Faust's heels, slamming herself down against the Clownbox almost directly after the hammer, hoping to land on and pin part of the creature before it can fly completely to peices again.

It's hard to see, what with a lack of colour and the strange square blurring but she can still see well enough to aim herself, right? If her aim is true and she catches the damn thing, she'll start pummelling it with her free hand. ]

[solperierat]

[And in comes a new challenger, armored and ready to fuck this stupid box right on up. It takes him a moment to reorient to the visuals, but he's soon in the fray as well, swinging that Honeycomb Hammer at any pieces solid enough to actually take a hit.]

[shatteredlenses]

[It is a natural reaction for any animal doused in water--no matter how colorful--to shake it off. It's doubly so when their vision changes so radically as a result. Fortunately, Ignis isn't too close to anyone when he does it, though he stops himself as soon as he realizes what he's doing. He growls softly around the handle of the Honeycomb Sledgehammer in his mouth and then joins the others in their attack, sliding into the nearest opening that allows him enough room to take a good swing with the hammer.]

1/2

[thankgods]

[ Even though it dodges and diverts, under the water and over it, blow after blow forces it into a corner. Through the islanders' combined efforts - hammer and sword and impact after impact - the box comes together a final time.

After being struck, it freezes in place for a second before shattering. What's left behind is a swirl of colour and bright energy, a swarm of light and shapes that comes together in a shifting pulse.

Then it spreads, sweeping across the island in a wave, washing over the assembled fighters and lifting whatever strangeness has been inflicted on them - changes in vision and shape, wrought by the clown box's reign of chaos. ]

2/2

[thankgods]

[ The swarm of bees that serves as the god's avatar buzzes frantically from all corners of the island, chasing the flood of coloured light. Those who are close enough to hear them might notice that they're speaking - calling out a name. ]

"Zun!"

[ The bees and the light collide into each other at the center of the island, in the sky above the god's temple; swirling around each other and wrapping each other up in a bright, chaotic torrent.

When it ends, the bees are still there, but they look....different. Far more colourful, for one thing. And they're buzzing in barely contained laughter, brimming with an unrestrained joy. ]

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Somewhere on the shore Muffet, now mercifully back to her proper arachnid form, looks up at the giant cloud of buzzing chaos and sighs heavily.]

I left for five minutes.

[She's going to have a long month to catch up on.]