[ STONE BROADCAST ] - JUNE 16TH

[aftrnpc]

Story-walkers! [Munin’s voice booms out of everyone’s stones in unison. And booming, in this instance, meaning a grizzled but chipper shout. Her cheerful volume does not lower for even a second as she continues.]

Ha! These stones - very clever! Perhaps my people could make use of them, too.

But I am speaking to you for another reason. There are those of you who do not know of the Jormun. If if you come across my people on your beaches, do not fear us, for we are sworn allies of your kin - churned in the waves of battle!

But there is no battle for us to join forces in, not now. We are here to conserve those the Storyteller would call…kaleidoshells. [She falters on the word, her accent thickening.] Schorvalsh is a better name.

You are all welcome to assist if you have the time. The schorvalsh have been receding in numbers, and now that we have reconnected with the land, we are able to protect their hatchlings, and bring them back as we did the sun!

We also owe you greater hospitality than what we have given in times past. We shall have a proper celebration if our joint efforts triumph, shall we say…in three noon's time? We shall bring our finest entertainment for you all.

[A wet, faintly fleshy smack, as Munin pounds her chest with a webbed fist.]

And you shall tell me of your land-dwelling practices, so that we may partake of those as well! The one named Connor - will you bring your greens?

Of course you will.

[You goddamn fool.]

Comments

[aurabble]

[...He's glad he didn't kill any turtles.]

Ooh, there's music! And songs, which I guess goes in hand with music. And stupid games, and drinking, and stupid games where you drink and don't remember what happened! It's not a party if someone doesn't end up injured.

[aftrnpc]

[YOU. She likes you. You seem positively enamored with the idea of doing stupid, blatantly unsafe shit for the sake of having a good time, which is just the kind of silly warrior machismo that Munin can appreciate in the time of celebration.]

What manner of games?

[aurabble]

[He likes this god. She's cool. She's the kind he can believe in.]

All sorts! There's beer pong--which I've totally played, I've Never, Spin the Bottle, but that one can get weird. What else? There's Million Lien, But, Would You Rather where you have to do what you'd prefer, Drunk People Jenga where you use people instead of Jenga blocks, karaoke...

[aftrnpc]

And what are the rules of said games? [My, she sounds eager. Probably for all the wrong reasons, because her next question is:]

Does one spin the bottle like a mace, or is it thrown?

[aurabble]

Well, for beer pong you get a--WHAT?! N- I mean, I guess you could spin it like a mace. And whoever it hits has to do something embarrassing.

[Why is he agreeing to this.]

[aftrnpc]

[What fun is a game that doesn't involve, at minimum, at least a small risk of bodily harm?]

What could be more embarrassing than being hit by a bottle, of all things?

[aurabble]

Uhm...kissing the person who threw the bottle at you.

[aftrnpc]

[A moment.]





[Then, a hearty guffaw.]

I would like to see you story-walkers attempt to kiss a Jormun's teeth!

[aurabble]

Is that a challenge?

[Wait. No. No no no bad idea.]

Yeah! Pretty stupid, huh?

[aftrnpc]

[Probably a bad idea, yes.]

I suppose we can do our best to imitate such a game. It is played with a bottle, and little else?