July Event: Riding the Wave

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JULY EVENT: RIDING THE WAVE

Who: Everyone!
What: The Jormun reappear to allow some transformative fun...and potentially some underwater exploration as well
When: July 10th and onward
Where: Ensō and the ocean floor around it
Warnings: Potential (and fully optional) body/transformation horror may arise when undergoing shifts from land-based to sea-based shapes, and vice versa. Otherwise, tag as you go!

I'll See You on the Other Side
The Jormun resurfaced to greet their old allies on July 8th, bringing with them the offer to explore the ocean floor alongside them. They're not the only old friend that's made a return, however. The kaleidoshells, placid, rainbow-tinted creatures reminiscent of sea turtles, have also made their way to Ensō's shores for their nesting season. For much of the month of July, you'll have to tread carefully around mounds of sand hiding delicate heaps of kaleidoshell eggs. Those of you uninterested in sea exploration can remain on the surface, if you like - the kaleidoshells can make for a stunning sight if you're glimpsing them for the first time as their shells throw off vibrant rainbow swirls of light reflected into the ocean waters.

Predators are always keen to feast on easy prey, and kaleidoshell eggs are no exception. If you feel like protecting them from any hungry slypers or pterax, you'll find that some of the Jormun are happy to stick on the surface with you and assist. They'll even lend you a schlacknorkcvic, which is the Jormun equivalent of a simple driftwood training staff, to help keep any thieving creatures away from the nests of kaleidoshell eggs - though they recommend that you do so peacefully, if possible.

Get Carried Away
Or you can brave the sea waters with the Jormun, instead. With the help of the sne'akleriad pendant, your new, aquatic shape will allow you to navigate the waters just as easily as they. Whether you intend to make use of this new skill to go roaming about and explore some of Ensō's uncharted ocean squares, take a look at that underwater structure that's been sighted before, or just have a joyous time beneath the waves with your new scaly, tentacled, flippered, or be-gilled form, the choice is yours.

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In the meantime, the following links may prove handy:

[ ♆ ] OOC Event Info and Plotting Post
[ ♆ ] Underwater City Exploration Page
[ ♆ ] Jormun NPC Information
[ ♆ ] Ensō's Locations Page

Event Timeline

[ ♆ ] July 8th: The Jormun and the kaleidoshells return to Ensō's shores
[ ♆ ] July 10th: Underwater exploration begins
[ ♆ ] July 17th: Part Two of our second year anniversary Test Drive Meme goes up
[ ♆ ] July 20th: Monthly Storytelling occurs
[ ♆ ] July 22nd: The final island in this voting round appears
[ ♆ ] July 25th: The Jormun return to their home beneath the waves

LOGS ● OOC ● STORIES ● MAIN NAVIGATION

( CODED BY BOOTYCALL )

Comments

[catpiper]

[She doesn't even answer that. There's no difference between her pocket oatmeal and actual food and also don't @ her.

But that silence and the look on her face is definitely telling.

What's also telling is the bit of crumbled, dried, clumpy oatmeal she pulls out of her poncho pocket to prove it's all the same-]

It's food-you can eat it. This is called 'oatmeal.'

[postictal]

...yeah, I think that's maybe something that you'd feed to a pet. Not a growing kid.

["Growing kid." Like any of them are really growing here. Tim is, technically, something like twenty-eight years old now. He still looks twenty-six.]

Seriously, you get hungry, and I'll find you something a little better to eat. Okay?

[catpiper]

[She loves oatmeal!!! That's why she hoarded it in her pockets before her entire family ambled off into the ocean for however long.]

The cats won't eat this. I tried to share. Lobstar and Hot Boi don't like it either.

[Not for Pets. Only for Humans. Which is whatever-she pops a small piece into her mouth, then squishes the rest back into her pocket, pushing it down under whatever else might be in there.]

Okay. If you get hungry, I'll come with you. We can eat together.

[postictal]

Yeah, probably 'cause they realized that food goes bad.

[It's amazing she doesn't get more stomachaches. Unless she does, and he just doesn't know about it.]

I'm not talking about me, kiddo. I'm talking about you.

[catpiper]

I don't give them bad food. It doesn't have mold.

[What doesn't kill you makes you stronger and her gut is made of iron from years of eating moldy frozen dinners and whatever else she found on the ground. She's powerful.

And probably doesn't feel well some nights.]

I want to eat with you, so when you get very hungry, I'll be hungry too.

[postictal]

Do you ever do something for yourself just 'cause you want to do it?

[And not justifying it by positioning someone else's needs in front of her own?]

[catpiper]

[99% of her day is free roaming gremlin hour and while most of her motivations are related to things people need, she does-]

I draw on walls and find treasures. I do that kind of thing a lot.

[So she can spend this 1% of her day worrying about everyone.]

[postictal]

Treasures you give to other people, a lot of the time.

[He's definitely got some anonymous gifts from you, Ren. And he still has them.]

[catpiper]

[Look, she likes to share her garbage with those who have a lack of it. Especially once people start sharing colors and shapes and things they enjoy-it's easy to spot gifts then.

And she's always hoping to find the one shell, the one piece of sea glass, the one leaf that might make Tim happy someday. It's worth the constant search.]

Other people don't have treasure, so I want to share.

[postictal]

I think you'll find a lot of people have treasure. Most people do, really.

[Everyone "arrives" with treasure, so to speak. He's not sure he'd call that treasure, but in Ren's version of things, sure. A box of nails or a can of baking soda counts as treasure.]

[catpiper]

[Does most people include him? Because if so, she's pretty curious.]

Where are your treasures?

[postictal]

Well, I still have the ones you gave me. Keep 'em at the house, though. They're safer there.

[Or in his knapsack, which he also doesn't have with him at the moment. Not great for taking to underwater expeditions.]

[catpiper]

[That makes a huge smile appear on her face. He kept hers, at least, even if he didn't have any to start with. He's got to have other treasures by now, but if not, she'll keep searching and searching and searching.]

That's a good place to put treasure. I like putting them in holes too-they're very safe in that kind of place.

[postictal]

[Uh-huh.]

...holes? Like...burying them, or...?

[catpiper]

Yes, you pick a spot and dig for a very long time and hide your things there.

[Amazing!!!]

But you have to put a mark by it, so you know where it is.

[postictal]

You might lose them that way. Lots of animals like to dig holes here too, y'know.

[Yeah, he gets it. Buried treasure.]

[catpiper]

I don't bury food, so I don't think they look in those places.

[Although there are a few spots she hasn't checked in a while and that sorta makes her nervous. Would animals dig up her shells? They might. They are dank as hell.]

I'll hide them at home when I dig them back up.

[postictal]

It doesn't have to be food. You've seen the slypers around, haven't you?

[Those things'll take anything they find, regardless of how valuable it might be.]

[catpiper]

[For some reason-

Despite living here for years and knowing of their existence, it's only just occurred to her that they could be sniffing at her heels, digging up the treasure she buried and forgot about until she wandered through the area again.

Even if they're only seashells, flowers, leaves and garbage washed up from the current-

She looks very close to leaving and it's only the thought of all her friends and family still in the ocean keeping her here. But she looks. Concerned.]

I'll bring all my treasures home.

[postictal]

If you wanna hang onto 'em, that might be best.

[And yet, she isn't running off to do that. Whatever's got her stuck here, he can't say. Maybe him. Maybe concern for everyone else down there. It's probably the latter. She's already got confirmation that he's fine.]

[catpiper]

My bag gets very heavy when I do that.

[It's pretty heavy right now from all the garbage she's amassed this month alone. Not to mention the food, the random pair of shoes, and the fact it hasn't been washed. Do these things tear?? Hers is beat to hell.]

But I always keep the special ones with me.

[postictal]

You don't have to carry 'em all with you, you know. I only hold onto a few things at once, when I really need them.

[He's pretty much walking around with nothing but the bare necessities for this expedition. Mostly 'cause he doesn't want to have to try and recover his dead body from the bottom of the ocean if he dies. Kind of a morbid thought, but a practical one.]

[catpiper]

[It's so hard to decide, Tim. And her face expresses that very thought. What is she sees a bunch of people she wants to give treasures too. Then she's gotta backtrack all day. Which really dogs into her goblin time.

But he says all that and she points to the bones he brought up. ]

Do you carry things like that a lot?

[postictal]

Not like these, no. This is just some stuff I found on the ocean floor.

[Half-buried in the sand.]

Not sure what kind of bones they are - [or rather, what they belong to, though that's a bit too morbid to say right now] - so I'm gonna see if anyone knows.

[catpiper]

[She has an immediate thought about where some old ruin bones might originate from and it's the only thing that keeps her from poking at them.]

Uncle Kravitz might know. You could ask him when he comes back.

[Since he's the grim reaper and all. Makes sense. In a way.]