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

[lesbeau]

What?

[The fuck you mean it's the body. But there's... she's in here, right? There's something in here??

Shit.]

Wait, so. I'm not just stuck in here. Your body is like... not a body. There's nothing that isn't built in here.

[Why is that making her panic a little bit? Maybe she's just having a hard time concepting what that really means.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

Yep. You're not just wearing a suit of armor. You are the suit of armor. Hence the not eating and sleeping shit.

Are you uh. Okay?

[lesbeau]

[You are the armor.

Oh.

Beau isn't often an expressive person- she's got a resting bitch face that can crumble stone and her arms might as well have imprints in them permanently showing how often they're crossed. But it's still probably eerie to see any human shaped figure just... standing there, beat by beat, trying to figure out the right response. It makes sense. It's not a big deal. But for someone who already kind of feels like she shouldn't exist, the immediate realization that for right now she kind of doesn't is directly something she needs to emotionally handle and absolutely is not prepared to do.

She's silent for a few moments, before she makes a sound like she's trying to breathe and forces out words.]

Yeah, yeah, that-- makes way more sense. Don't have stuff like this in my world, so I thought this thing was just keeping you alive in here or something.

[Hmmmmhmh there is something she has to ask though.]

You're not bound to a wizard or anything like that, right? Nobody's gonna come along and force me to do shit when I'm visiting your scenic, uh... machinery?

[motherfucking_ghost]

[The reassuring(?) thing is that when you're a robot armor surrounded by other people wearing similar armor all of the time for years, you learn to get really good at reading body language and the language of silence. And even without that, it would probably be fairly apparent that that wasn't the kind of answer she was looking for and has to Deal With, in some way.

He can't blame her, or anyone else if they were in this position. It's one of those things he recognizes is fucked up in his life, but he's been like that for so long, it's just second nature and doesn't bother him. Unless he thinks about it too long. Hm. This is going to get unfortunate soon, probably.]

Hell no. Dobby is a free elf, et cetera. You're beholden to no motherfucker but you and yourself.

[None of the Freelancers have ever attempted to use the kinds of commands they do on the other fragments, on other AI, on him. And he hopes they never do, because what if that programming still works?]

[lesbeau]

[She's trying to bring herself down, but that reassurance is the thing that she needs. Being a golem is-- fine, not ideal, but fine in it's own concept. The problem with it is that in her world, being a construct of any kind means you were created and you serve. There aren't sentient AI, there aren't artificial people that aren't brought into this world and magically bound to do their master's bidding. And there's nothing worse for her than the idea of being trapped in her own, or any body, forever stuck watching out of her own eyes while her body performs her life.

It's terrifying. It's absolutely fucking terrifying. So his response is what she needs to look at him, unclench muscles that aren't there, drop her shoulders.]

Okay, okay, cool. That's better. I might be a gal for hire but I don't do that mind control shit.

[She really doesn't need to know about those commands. Maybe later, but absolutely not now.]

I seriously won't smash your shit, though. Don't wanna die. Just needed to figure out if I could still move in here. Or... move this, whole. Thing. Man, this is weird. How are you dealing with this being all fleshy and shit?

[motherfucking_ghost]

No, yeah, dude, it's cool. No one's ever controlled a thing I've done. [Not...directly? Not directly. Not some command he had no choice in.] So you're good on doing whatever you want. Only thing you gotta worry about is like. I dunno, me sitting on the sidelines bitching, but that thing's pretty durable as hell by design. Maybe don't get stabbed? Maybe try to avoid getting stabbed.

[Why is space age titanium nanocomposite armor or its equally durable undersuit prone to stabbings? Comedy. Because who the fuck has swords in space, that's why.]

Being fleshy both sucks and is awesome at the same time. Like...needing to eat sucks? But eating itself is awesome. I actually used to have a fleshy body once upon a time. Long story, hella dead now, but like, it's not completely new to me, which helps. Having old creaky joints, now that's new.

Also being taller than god. Also new.

[lesbeau]

I will avoid getting stabbed as much as I usually do.

[Which sounds reassuring until you realize Beau gets stabbed a whole fucking lot. The perils of being a monk in a world full of magic or, uh, guns. She's really good at punching stuff, but that also means she gets stabbed far more than the average.]

How do you know how tall god is? And which one?

[Sorry Church, she also comes from a society with a whole lot of 'em, even if they're not so personal as the Storyteller is.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

...Are you--you're joking? You're joking. You're not joking. I was joking. Do you...have gods that you know personally?

[lesbeau]

Oh, I thought you meant the rabbit.

[There was that, also.]

I don't. But I have friends who do. They're pretty serious about it.