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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( CODED BY BOOTYCALL )

Comments

[motherfucking_ghost]

Oh, god, okay, you're intelligent and not going to eat me. Good, I don't, uh. Think this body's got a lot of meat on it.

[Listen. The rabbits are killer. And that white wolf running around has intelligence. And he's met a talking cat. He really needs to stop making assumptions about any animal-like creature.

He crouches down by the fuzzy giant, using the blunt end of the scalpel to balance these creaky bones.]

No talking, huh? That must really blow. If you used to be a person. Maybe you weren't! I can't fucking tell anymore; weird body swapping power swapping bullshit is happening and--oh, what are you writing?

[bloodbathing]

[ Whoever this person is, they're a talkative one. A rambler, even. Maine glances up briefly when the stranger crouches down, but otherwise remains focused on attempting to write with his claw.

It's harder than it should be. Maine doesn't write often, and doing so with a giant claw is hardly something he's practiced. But he slowly manages to carve out a few sharp, spiky letters: ]

M A I N E

[motherfucking_ghost]

...Whoa! Maine, buddy! You're even bigger now!

And so fuzzy. [Listen. He has to pet. He has to give Maine a pet atop his fuzzy kind of terrifying head.]

Man, I coulda been a fucking...werewolf or whatever? I had to get stuck in weirdo ultra-flexible old surgeon man? Oh! [Facepalm.] Shit, duh, it's me--Church, it's Church!

[bloodbathing]

[ There's a moment when Maine is shocked into utter stillness. Could he have avoided the pet to his head? Sure. Did he? No, because he didn't think anyone would pet him on the fucking head.

The shock is chased by anger, and the anger pulls his lips back as a growl builds in his chest. Maine isn't a touchy-feely person on the best of days. To be patted on the head by a total stranger is unacceptable.

Suffice to say, it's a good thing that Church introduces himself when he does. Otherwise, that anger may well have manifested in Maine lashing out with those long, deadly-looking claws. As it is, the transformed Freelancer just sort of … twitches. Twitches hard enough that his claws scrape through his own name, digging deep gouges in the dirt.

It says something to how expressive Maine's face can be (when he's not opting for stoicism) that, even as a wolf-thing, the look he gives Church practically screams, "You fucking ass."

Maine pulls his claws out of the dirt and shakes out his paw, then cocks his head slightly as he regards the strange form Church is in. Then he holds a paw out flat and raises it high: "tall." ]

[motherfucking_ghost]

Okay! No touchy, loud and very clear. [Hands up and to himself! No need to give wolfman a reason to bite his head off, whether he's furry or not. Even takes a step back! Give the guy some space!

But once things are chill?] Huh? Who, me? Yeah, I dunno, man, this guy's just...naturally tall like that. Is this how you feel all the time, Andre the Giant? I feel like I can see for miles, and everything's so...long.

[bloodbathing]

[ The extra space is appreciated, and Maine relaxes somewhat. It's better now that he knows this man is Church instead of a stranger, but still. It's hard to reconcile that knowledge with the form in front of him. And he's not one for head pettings, period.

Maine shrugs and pushes himself onto his hind legs again. He looks down at Church for a moment, doing a few quick mental measurements before he holds his han— paw out right around the height of Church's armpit. After indicating the height, he points to himself.

Seven feet off the ground. That's where he's usually at. ]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[So no rubbing the head for good luck, noted.]

These are some big bodies. We shouldn't let 'em go to waste, right? I could...get coconuts from trees! If my spindly fuck arms can't reach 'em, I've got a scalpel as big as normal-sized me to reach up and whack 'em! You could climb on top of shit and actually see for miles! I don't know what you could see that would be new, but the idea's there. You could also lurk around and scare the crap out of everyone.

[bloodbathing]

[ Maine tilts his giant wolf-head slightly as he listens to Church spout ideas. His lips curl again, but this time it's in a small, amused smile. (Not that that makes it much better, what with the teeth.)

He remembers Wash telling him that Church thinks he's a Sim Trooper. If there were any lingering doubts in Maine's mind, they're gone now. However, rather than being irritated by it (because Sims never fail to irritate Maine), the Freelancer finds he doesn't mind at all.

With a little snort, Maine shrugs then nods. Sure, they can do some dumb shit. He looks up, scanning for the tallest palm tree around. Once he finds it, he points it out to Church and starts trotting over. ]