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

[postictal]

No. I don't...don't have any power.

[He has something that lives in his head and makes shit difficult, but that's not a power. That's just a fucking curse.]

[catpiper]

[Then he just got stuck with some horrible fire hands? That's terrible. And bad. And she needs to try to get those flames to go down again. ]

Do you only like instruments with strings?

[postictal]

[She's still trying to distract him. Despite being, on some level, aware of this, he still has it in him to answer wearily.]

Those're the ones I'm best at, but I used to have a bunch of different ones.

[Used to.]

[They all burned.]

[catpiper]

Did you have a flute? And a jukebox?

[Jukeboxes probably aren't considered instruments but they are in this situation because she said so, pretty much.]

[postictal]

Not either one of those, no.

[Keyboard. Guitar. Ukulele. Been a long time since he's taken a mental inventory of his instruments, but he doesn't have those anymore anyway.]

They're gone now. Doesn't matter.

[catpiper]

[It does matter because it's something he liked to do, but the goal isn't to upset him. It gets shot down with a doesn't matter and she wonders-]

Did you sing when you played them?

[postictal]

Not really, no. Wasn't my thing.

[The Stones broadcasted him singing at some point once, but that wasn't really him, and if no one heard it, he doesn't have to acknowledge it.]

[catpiper]

[It's not the first time he's expressed some lyrical disinterest around her and that happens to be her favorite part of the music process.]

I can make up the words for you. You can do the- [And she starts humming some nonsensical whatever. She's just making noises.]-that part and then we'll make a very pretty song together.

[postictal]

Maybe someday when my hands aren't on fire.

[Thinking about it stirs the smoke and gleam shivering at his fingertips, and he grimaces.]

Probably end up burning whatever I try play.

[catpiper]

[It's not dying down and she stares at his hands for a long, long time, trying to see if any burns are appearing on his fingers or palms. The blue flames make it difficult to tell.]

You don't have to play an instrument. You can just use your mouth and hum.

[postictal]

[The fire hasn't burned with enough permanence to scar him in many places - yet. As the days wear on, he'll walk away with more and more burn scars. That's just his life.]

[They'll add to all the others he has. Knife wounds. The twisted line of keloid along his leg, where Alex Kralie shattered it with a chunk of cement. Old scars, scars from his days in the hospital, scars he doesn't think about because of what they remind him of.]

Don't think I can carry a tune right now, kiddo.

[catpiper]

[Dealing with firehands is enough to keep anyone's focus off a song, so she gets it. Doesn't protest when he says he can't because it's unlikely that'll distract him enough when it hurts that bad.

But, she doesn't want to leave him alone, when every passing second is a chance he could get hurt and even if she can't help-

Well, she can get into contact with someone that can.]

Do you want to wait for the stars with me?

[postictal]

[Does he have that long?]

[Does he have that long. That's a question he's really asking himself.]

I don't think I should be around anyone for that long. Not when I could just - set them on fire without thinking about it.

[catpiper]

It's okay. I know how to stay safe, so you don't have to worry about that kind of thing.

[Because Kravitz's fancy powers mean she can make shields out of rocks or something, if she has to, and also she can run just so fast. That's the deal.]

[postictal]

I don't know how to stay safe. Not from this.

[If he self-immolates, he doesn't want anyone to see it - let alone Ren.]

[catpiper]

That's why-if I stay with you, we can call someone to come help.

[Someone who likes and knows how to deal with fire, preferably.]

[postictal]

[We. Like she's gonna be able to fix anything. Like anyone here can. Short of drowning him - ]

[Drowning.]

No one's been able to help, Ren.

[catpiper]

Maybe someone can. If we find the person that belongs to, they can help.

[It's better than letting him get hurt out here. Anything's better than that.]

[postictal]

I've been looking. I just dunno if I wanna go...near anyone's house like this.

[Not when he's frying trees with a look without meaning to.]

[catpiper]

[This must be rough for him, considering how kind he is. Burning down buildings is-

Well, she remembers what his shadow said, but it's not like he's doing this on purpose. He can't control it. He can't call anyone. He can't do anything.

She really doesn't want to leave him, but-]

I can look too. I'll ask everyone I see, but-

[That means she has to leave.]

Will you be lonely if I leave?

[postictal]

[Yes. No.]

[He doesn't know. Always feels like he is, in some ways, set apart, but he's not, really. Is he? There are people here who know him. Who know what it's like to be...him.]

[For better or worse, they know him.]

I'll be okay. [Not fine. Just...okay.]

[He'll live.]

Just...dunno who this fire belongs to.

[catpiper]

I'm not very good at finding people, but I'll look for a very long time. Until someone says 'I miss my fire.'

[But her main concern is the man in front of her-a person she doesn't want to leave on the beach alone.]

We can go together. You can come with me.

[postictal]

You don't have to stay with me, Ren.

[Doesn't she have anything better to do than make sure he doesn't implode under the pressure of his own anxiety - now compounded by the fact that he is, perpetually, on fucking fire?]

[catpiper]

I don't want you to be alone.

[Unfortunately for him, she's a free elf that does what she wants and what she wants to do right now is keep him safe.

Even though she can't do a dang thing about it.]

[postictal]

I'm always alone.

[That came out...darker than he meant it to.]

I just mean - I'm used to it. It's okay.