The world had gotten decidedly trippier for Kipling ever since his conversation with Imonada and Rikyn on the steppe. Apparently he was back in Helovia, but this was nothing like he remembered. For one, everything was blue? And the few things that were not blue were shapeless yellow-red clouds, faintly glowing around the edges… It was also much louder than he recalled; the faintest insect’s buzz resounded like deafening bellows. Yes, Helovia had certainly changed in his absence. Then again, he had been gone for a long time. Maybe it had always been like this and he had simply forgotten. He was not too concerned, anyways. Perhaps he should have connected the dots and realized the black sludge weeping out of every facial orifice was related to these sensory disturbances. Perhaps. Good luck waiting for him to figure that one out. He has scarcely realized he’s had tarred slime inking his face since the end of Birdsong.

Oozing orifices and fucked up senses aside, Kipling was in the mood for an adventure. The ridiculous new volume that everything in Helovia evidently happened at now proved especially useful in this regard. While wandering the (now very blue) flats, his ears caught a vague sound across the sea. It was nothing specific, and it probably should not have been enough to send a rational animal floundering across the open ocean, but Kipling has never shown himself to resemble anything remotely close to a rational animal. Everything was already blue anyways. So he swam, his long legs so exquisitely designed for running taking easily to this similar activity. The salt stung his eyes, but they hadn’t been very useful for a while – he squinted them shut and soldiered on.

The not-quite-aquatic unicorn followed the ever increasing noise. Kipling was starting to tire when his hooves finally found sand, and he hauled his drenched ass ashore. He blinked his stinging, slimy eyes to reveal another exquisitely blue island. But this one was populated with lots of yellow figures, and there was lots of conversation! Wonderful! While delightful, this would all have been hard for him to follow in the best of circumstances. In his sickened state, it was almost impossible. Instead, he stumbled to a halt and cocked his head at the nearest yellow blobs, trying and failing to take in the garbled scene. Eventually, he shouted, “Cool,” while attempting to whisper to himself.

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Summary
@Random Event GLL
Mentions Imonada and Rikyn in passing.
Kipling swims across because he’s an idiot. He has infrared vision and hyperacusis from GLL. He’s now standing around near whoever’s on the beach (feel free to PP if you want to be close to him) being generally useless and oblivious. PP anything you want.

Kipling