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

gentle yes for now!

[hyperlit]

[They recognize Ed, but is it really Ed? They can't say. Like Ed-turned-Héctor, however, the Drifter has also come with a higher proclivity for grouchiness, befitting their new physiology, and has yet to quite notice it.]

[They look down from their perch on one of the branches, and communicate as they have been thus far: with sign language.]

No.

In a different body.

[vagabone]

[Sometimes, Muffet has been teaching him a bit of sign, and that's enough for him to get the basic idea. 'No' is easy to pick out. He crouches and starts picking up the apples.]

Me neither. I'm Héctor, not Ed.

...Are you the Drifter or the little bug?

[hyperlit]

Drifter.

[Héctor. He looks different, but so do they. At least he's capable and quick in discerning who they might be. The Drifter has had no such luck in regards to which body they are presently occupying.]

Do not recognize this body.

Do you?

[vagabone]

[He can guess at least three words of that, it's enough!]

No idea who that is. There's another littler clown guy, I haven't seen him in a while either.

[hyperlit]

Have not met a clown.

[Never met a clown, man. Brace yourself, Héctor, because the Drifter is about to get wordy.]

Unfamiliar physiology. Strange abilities. Strange temperature. Difficult to understand.

[vagabone]

[Way outside his vocabulary. He's sheepish, almost (obnoxiously) cringing, like he expects to be snapped at...?]

Ah... you lost me there, I don't know that much. I'm working on it? [Hmmm.] You know, you might have a voice now.

[hyperlit]

[...this is true. They do.]

[It's been so long since they've been able to speak that the reflex is...difficult to access. It's not as simple as opening this mouth and speaking. How long has it been since they've had to form words, verbally?]

[They may as well try it.]

[Open their borrowed mouth and - ]

...hhhh.

[Muscle memory can't save them now.]

[vagabone]

[Shitty moods, like this Ed-induced crankiness, are best covered up with cheerfulness! He's a pro at that, he has loads of enthusiasm and also tasty apples to cronch.]

Hey, there you go! Make some noise!

[hyperlit]

Gnngh.

[What issues from their throat is a low, strangled sound that lands just south of a moan. Marvus's features, far more expressive than the Drifter's, denote their utter shock and confusion.]

[They switch back to familiarity.]

Don't remember how.

[vagabone]

[It bleeds over, something more than their expressions telling him exactly how they feel. And yet... that's not part of being Ed, it's something else. That, or he's just going nuts.]

Huh. Okay, listen, don't try for words. Make some noise, like I said! Yell! [Whether they want to or not, he's going to! It's fine, he already had a headache!] Haaaaahaahaaheeyy!

[hyperlit]

[The Drifter flinches back in shock at the sound, apparently not having expected a reaction that...explosive. After a moment of startled blinking, they issue another question with a curt jerk of their hands:]

Why?

[vagabone]

To figure out what sounds feel like.

[Ed's probably never grinned like Héctor does.]

[hyperlit]

[The Drifter narrows Marvus's eyes, coldly.]

No.

[They don't need to learn a temporary skill - one that they will not retain once they are restored to their former self.]

[vagabone]

[That's a familiar look. He gets it a lot. Usually without the intent behind it slamming into his brain, though. Grin gone, he rubs his head. Awkward, and totally his fault.]

Oh. Alright. Thought you might want to.

[hyperlit]

No point.

Will not have this body forever.

[...at least, they hope they don't. They don't think they want it, even if it is healthier than their own - it isn't fair to inflict another with their own pains in the interim.]

[vagabone]

[He pulls a face at that, unable to keep it in.]

I hope not. Food's not worth it, I'd rather be me too. I didn't even steal from the bee gods, that was other people.

[hyperlit]

Steal?

[The Drifter tilts their head to one side, effecting their inquisition out of habit despite the fact that Marvus's features are more than expressive enough on their own merit.]

[They haven't gotten that memo, evidently.]

[vagabone]

Steal, is that steal?

[Whatever, he'll keep running his mouth.]

It's what made the clown thing follow everyone, I think. The box that had everyone riled up. I bet you this curse is more punishment.

[hyperlit]

[See, they genuinely didn't know that. The Drifter stares at him for a full minute or two before finally mustering their thoughts enough to respond.]

Stealing from a god is anathema.

[...yeah, sorry Héctor. Even with fingerspelling, that word's gonna be a handful for decipher.]

[vagabone]

[...yes, he definitely needs to step it up on the lessons. He exhales from real actual lungs and shrugs.]

Didn't get that. People are stupid?

[hyperlit]

[Well. He's not wrong, exactly. The Drifter jerks Marvus's head in a jolty nod, their irritation beyond apparent.]

Yes.

Yes they are.

[vagabone]

I know. It's common sense. I didn't think people would need told not to.

[hyperlit]

It's their fault we're like this.

[You may consider the Drifter bitter. Bitter as heck.]

Cannot apologize?

[vagabone]

[Look at that, he can take out his cranky on the apple. And he is. With teeth. Haha.]

Maybe they will now?

[hyperlit]

Will not fix things.

[They can apologize on the behalf of their ill-behaved fellow explorers all they like; they don't think that anyone, currently, is listening.]

Cruel punishment. Drifter body is not ideal for whoever possesses it.