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Arrival

Not all characters (known as Wickie, singular or Wickies, plural) arrive at the same time, surprisingly enough! That’s life for you. Some Wickies find their way to the island at a pivotal (or very mundane) point in their life, or even after or during their death.

Wickies who were standing or walking often find themselves entering the town South Sister, located on Lighthouse Isle, through an open doorway. Those that were laying down, or sleeping, tend to be found lying prone in beds, bathtubs, showers, couches, and similar places within the cottages on Cottage Row. There’s no rhyme or reason to it all! To Wickies familiar with the era, they will realize that everything looks as if it’s come from the ‘90s.

The house which a Wickie finds themselves within could already be occupied. This includes walking into a fellow Wicke, waking up in the same location, or accidentally scaring a room full of people with their sudden appearance.

Oops.

C-C-Changes

Thankfully the fog has gone down to what it was before, a slow creeping crawl over the ground. And too, the monsters of before are gone, leaving the town much like it was before. Well...close to what it was before.

For now the season's have changed, from a lingering summer to a cooler fall.

There’s new foods to try, even if some things like lattes cause people to slip into warm boots and tie up their hair, and soups make people curl up under blankets on the couch. And it also means decorations of all sorts, made of the leaves from the forest, orange, yellow and red things and...we can not forget...

Pumpkin overflow

Pumpkins! They're everywhere. Wickies will find pumpkins infused into all sorts of things, like coffee, ice cream, even spaghetti options! It's wild.

There’s also many jack o'lanterns. They have been placed everywhere in town, outside homes, and even small ones have been made into table decorations. The Jack o lanterns have very cheerful faces, and seem to watch Wickies every single move.

That is, until a Wickie bashes or otherwise abuses a pumpkin. That's when it changes- there seem to be more of them. Their expressions change to that of anger, sadness and disgust. None of them attack- yet. But their faces become more and more horrifying, as they follow the Wickie more and more- outside of the bathroom perhaps, or found on top of them as the Wickie wakes up in the middle of the night.

It shouldn't matter right? They're only pumpkins.

What a ride

Funny enough, with the pumpkin invasion, there also comes a dull colored horse wandering about the island. Its head is drooped, and it looks depressed and lonely. The horse is tame on approach and will accept pats and treats, even from those who are obviously not human.

But it also wants something, for all that it seems to be begging for attention. It wants someone to ride them, seems to even be begging for it with its big eyes. The horse will help Wickies to figure out how to mount; it will even stand beside the Town Center benches, rocks, or even go down in order to make it possible for the Wickie to get onto the horse’s back.

That’s when it changes. The Wickie is immediately wrapped in chains from their barrel to the Wickie’s waist. The horse turns a coal black and the Wickie’s clothing changes into that of a soldier's uniform, with a hand either holding a whip modeled after a human spine, or a jack o'lantern.

The Wickie cannot get off the horse on their own, no matter how much they struggle. As the horse moves throughout the town, they will go anywhere from a walk to a full canter, seemingly impervious to any magic or physical attacks. The same cannot be said for their unfortunate rider.

If the rider is hit, or simply in pain, the Wickie will feel an impulse that grows and grows until they scream a name of someone in town, someone they know.

And the named will drop, paralyzed. Paralyzed wickie are likely to die within minutes, more so if they are too close to horse and rider. The horse will happily trample anyone on the ground to death.

Even without the impulse, should the Wickie rider use anyone’s name, that person will drop, paralyzed, and unable to breathe.

There is only one way to possibly save the rider: scatter golden objects in their path. The horse will shriek, and promptly buck the rider off, before running away. Just make sure to catch the rider, or at least cushion their fall: they have no way of saving themselves until they hit the ground.

Heart game: confession

Current residents of the island may remember this particular beeping alert, and how it doesn’t go away, no matter what they do! That is, unless they open up the Heart Game, and answer the question.

Welcome back everyone! It’s so good to see you again! Now let’s play that game, Confession! And the question isssssss…

How do you celebrate the changing seasons! Don't be shy!

Threaded | Flat

[01 | 5 vs... home invasion]

[When Number Five arrives right in the middle of someone's house, it's a shock only to the inhabitants. Five surprises people by spontaneously appearing all the time and he's pretty over it. In fact, he's downright composed as he looks over his new surroundings, exuding if anything an air of resignation as he takes it all in.

Then he sighs, and pinches the bridge of his nose.]

You've got to be kidding me.

[For a moment, he just looks incredibly tired. Then all at once he straightens, snaps his fingers, and points to the person closest to him. Regardless of who they are or how qualified they look to be explaining things.]

You. Date. Location. Just answer, I don't have time for you to waste goggling like an idiot.

[Do not ask where his parents are if you want to keep your fingers.]

[02 | 5 vs... a latte]

[Five takes the drink because it is in a recognizably coffee-shaped container, and he's desperate. After drinking it, he immediately makes a face and rolls his eyes upward.]

Ugh.

[He just can't catch a break, can he? He'll never understand these frou-frou drinks. He keeps it anyway, because caffeine is caffeine, but he'll be miserable about it the entire time. You know, for a change of pace from his usual demeanor.]

Can't even get some decent goddamn coffee. Great.

[He shivers. Oddly cold all of a sudden.]

[03 | 5 vs... pumpkins]

[Five might have kicked a pumpkin in anger at some point. It's hard to say. He kicks a lot of things in anger, how can he be expected to keep track of them all?

They're definitely following him. In the back of his mind, he knows it's a ridiculous notion, but it's also true. He can tell. It's not paranoia if he's right, and he's always right. Friggin pumpkins, lying around like they own the place with their smartass little grins.]

Yeah, laugh it up, you little punks. I'm on to you.

[A thirteen-year-old kid threatening an innocent pumpkin probably looks pretty psychotic to outsiders but, uh, story of his life.]

[04 | me vs... wildcard!]

[Hit me up on cerebrah for whatever!]

a. arrival

[ Good morning! The sun is shining, the air outside feels fresh and breezy, and when you open the door to step into your living room -- there's a person draped across your couch who most definitely wasn't there the night before.

At least the sound of the door opening seems to have startled him out of his sleep, because Jion sits up with a disoriented jolt ... and promptly falls off the couch.

The couch is squishier than the cot he's sure he was sleeping on, okay, and it's incredibly confusing waking up in a totally unfamiliar setting. So he's still looking highly confused as he casts around, hair sticking out in weird direction, voice a little hoarse from sleep when he blurts out, ]

-- who're you?

[ Rude. Like he's not the one suddenly showing up in a stranger's living room. ]

b. pumpkins

[ He didn't mean to break any of those pumpkins, he really didn't! But he might have, y'know, kinda been thinking about other stuff while walking around (like how much he was going to get yelled at whenever he managed to get back home) and accidentally put his boot through one.

Anyway, he's now being haunted by these stupid things, and it's really creeping him out.

Even when he's skulking about the streets trying to convince himself he doesn't believe in supernatural stuff, they won't leave him alone -- because he turns a corner and finds an angry-looking pumpkin wedged between the branches of a tree at eye level, glaring right at him. He's startled enough to give a very undignified yelp, hurriedly backing off one, two, three paces.

Sorry if he kinda plows into you. He's six feet tall and not exactly a small guy, so he might bowl you over if you're especially unlucky. ]

c. wildcard

[ Feel free to hit me up with anything else or leave an empty top level and I'll make something up! ]

— Arrival

(It's just an ordinary day in South Sister with new people arriving and creepy pumpkins appearing in your cupboards. So is it really a surprise when suddenly the closet of your bedroom begins to go bump in the night and make rattling noises?

Tsurumaru sits up in a cramped, dark room (that is actually a closet) and groans. It's so musty in here. Did he end up in a storage shed? Surely, a treasure like himself deserves to be properly stored in a better place! Some place this gross would surely make his sword rust with time… speaking of sword. Where is his?

It's dark and his eyes haven't adjusted one bit so he fumbles in the tiny space, occasionally knocking on the janky closet door. His hand feels something familiar and he grabs. Yes, this is definitely what he was looking for! And now it's time to get out of here so he pushes on the closet door... )

…

(Ah, it seems to be stuck? Well, considering this is your house, you probably know the door is janky and difficult to open. Or do you? Anyway, there seems to be something going bump in the night in your closet and it gets louder and louder…)

— Pumpkin overflow

(Pumpkins everywhere as far as one can see and isn't it creepy how they all seem to be watching you? It's almost as if they're alive! Hahaha, just kidding.

Anyway, Tsurumaru has managed to find a medium sized pumpkin and has decided to fashion his robe to give himself a pumpkin head. He's very proud of his costume and he just has to share it with everyone!!! Which means he's jumping out from behind trees and buildings to yell,)

Wah! Have you seen my head?!

(Punch him)

— Heart Game

Watching the leaves, viewing the moon, and eating the season's foods.

Which reminds me…

Is there anything else to eat? Chestnut? Sweet potato? I'm tired of pumpkin.

— Wildcard/OOC

(I can match format! Feel free to hit me up at eski if you'd like to do something else.)

[ A. ARRIVAL. ]

[ So maybe you're just chilling in your home when there's a large THUD emanating from your... bathroom. And what sounds like something scrambling, followed by a yelp and a "Why is my bed a bathtub?! Dad, did we lose the restaurant??"

And if you had a peaceful morning, then your day is about to be interrupted by a ponytailed girl getting All Up In Your Space, hands clenched into fists. ]

Hey! Who's the strongest person here? Is it you??

[ Your response? ]

[ B. Dere's Pumpkins in Dem Parts. ]

[ Luckily for Tsuruno, though she's not aware of it, she's not someone who's going to be rude to pumpkins.

She is, however, going to be investigating them very closely, frowning. And if you catch her eye-- ]

I kind of feel like they're stalkers... maybe it's just the way they were carved? It's not just me, right?

Either way, that's some technique! I'd love to learn it!

[ C. What a... ride?? ]

[ Tsuruno can't pass up a sad-looking horse. But it doesn't mean she's giving in to all of the signs the horse is giving for her to ride it. It's tried kneeling, it's nudged her closer to a planter to give her a boost, it's staring at her so plaintively...

And here she is, offering it its sixth apple, chattering away. ]

But you really should try Banbanzai sometime!! It's got... well, the fried rice has carrots in it! Horses love carrots, right? I bet getting approval from a horse would be great for business!

[ Tsuruno, no. ]

[A. Arrival]

[Zidane had been asleep in his hotel bed somewhere. He opened his eyes to see that he's not quite in that same room anymore.

He'll come out of the bathroom, promptly confused and dazed when he bonks into your character.]

Sorry! I don't know where I am now. [He rubs the back of his head while he gives an apologetic smile.]

[B. Pumpkins]

[Well, these aren't common where he's from. He's peering curiously at one before he reaches out to poke it. It goes to bite him and he jumps backwards, crashing into another pumpkin and that one explodes.]

Jeez... what is this place?

[He takes off running, only giving a quick glance behind his shoulder once in a while.]

Okay, so we'll leave those alone.

[Pumpkin bombs is the last thing he needs, really.]

[C. Wildcard]

[ooc; feel free to toss a prompt my way! Any questions, feel free to PM this journal.]

( Arrival )

[ It's less walking through an open doorway than it is Bakugou barreling through it at high speed with fiery blasts propelling him forward. Clearly the change in scenery is disorienting enough that there's a momentary lapse in his concentration. It's enough that he misses reigniting a blast and all of the sudden the blonde is careening towards the right and about ready to crash land.

At least until Bakugou catches himself, firing off a blast to correct his trajectory and make a safe - if a bit hard - landing. He looks absolutely pissed as red eyes look around to try to get his bearings. This is... ]

THE HELL IS GOING ON!?

[ This is definitely not where he had just been? Had that shitty villain managed to pull something out of his ass right at the last moment? Instead of Japan, this place looks like it had been ripped straight out of some B-rated horror movie! ]

( Pumpkin )

[ That internal comment about this place looking like the background for some shitty B-rated horror flick? It still stands. The island is "spooky" enough without these pumpkins and jack-o-lanterns chilling out. Whoever or whatever's brought them all here must think that they are being hilarious by adding this particular touch.

For the most part, he can ignore it. They're pretty numerous, yeah, but it's not like they're attacking, The cheery faces seem like they are mocking him and Bakugou does have to fight the urge to kick one. The decorations are everywhere and it is pretty annoying that it doesn't seem to matter where he steps, there's always another one of those things just looking at him. It's a bit unnerving, but the blonde knows better than to touch objects that just randomly appear one day.

When he sees someone about ready to smash one? Bakugou's already grabbing for their wrists. He's pretty rude about it, but no one's ever accused him of being nice. ]

Are you stupid? Do you have at least one functioning brain cell?

[ So says the guy that looks like he would be the one smashing pumpkins, right? ]

( Heart Game )

[ Like plenty of others, the phone he had found on his person isn't dissimilar from the ones that he's used to. The pinging is getting annoying but Bakugou isn't going to play these shitty games either... ]

I'm not participating in some stupid game. Find someone else.

[ Because that will work, right? ]

( Wildcard )

[ If nothing above is interesting, just throw something my way. I'll go along with whatever you decide. ]

A: Arrival.
[When Chikai wakes up, it’s with a lurch, gasping and clutching at first his chest, then lower by his side. The fact that there’s no sign of injury or blood should probably be reassuring, but all it does is confuse him more. There’s not even any bandages. That’s just... it’s not possible. Even beyond the vision of the lighthouse, he could still remember the pain, the cold, his brother’s voice. That couldn’t have all just been - what, some kind of nightmare?

Wait. His brother. Where was Toi? Chikai tried looking around the room for any sign of him, but he was alone in some boring-ass living room. Not that he really had much right to complain, he guessed, considering how and where he ‘fell asleep’. Maybe someone found him out there and dragged him to their place, patched him up? Hard to imagine, but not impossible. He shelved little inconvenient details like the lack of stains on his clothes or residual pain as unimportant, as long as he had a general idea that made sense.

Well, if someone brought him here, then they probably were expecting something in return. He groaned, rubbed the back of his neck, and checked his pockets. Most of his few things were still there, but no money and no gun. Hopefully whoever lent him a hand just took the cash and would consider this all settled, but if not... this could be a pain.

There was some noise coming from the adjacent kitchen - may as well get this over with. Plastering a confident grin on his face, he finally pushed himself up off the couch to stride right inside, and raised a hand in what he hoped was a non-threatening greeting.]

Hey there. You the one I should be saying ‘thanks’ to?

B: C-C-Changes
[Once he’s gotten his bearings and a run-down of just what his situation is, Chikai doesn’t waste any time getting a lay of the land. The lack of locals is eerie, sure, but if he’s honest with himself, it’s sort of... a relief, too. He’s never been someone who has a problem with being alone, and after the day he had before arriving here, well, he could use some downtime.

And if he’s gonna be here a while, he may as well take advantage of the perks. Which is how he wound up sitting in the town center, surrounded by bags of seasonal snacks that he purchased from the market. Upon noticing someone approaching, he smirks and offers up the bag of pumpkin chips he just opened.]

Want some? They’re not half bad.

C: Pumpkin overflow
[Most of the decorations around the town were nice enough. Colorful and even nostalgic, in a way. But Chikai had to admit, he thought the jack-o-lanterns were a little much. There were just way too many, it felt like he couldn’t even walk down the street without almost tripping over one.

In fact, he does trip over one. He glares back at it, pulling a metal ruler out from under his coat.]

You’re pretty annoying little veggies, aren’t ya?

[Squatting next to it, he starts poking at it with the ruler, slipping it through one of the carved eyes and rolling the pumpkin back and forth. Are a few of the surrounding jack-o-lanterns turned his way now? He hasn’t noticed.]

D. Heart game: confession
Do people really pay enough attention to different seasons to celebrate new ones? All it changes is how many layers you gotta wear or what food’s cheapest.

[The beeping doesn’t stop. Guess that answer’s not gonna cut it. He tries to ignore it in a vain hope it’ll give up, but eventually-]

Ugh, fine. I guess I used to plan out different seasonal menus and shit back when I was in the food business. But that was a while ago.

▶ THE HEART GAME.

[ The username is listed as j.valentine for her reply. ]

I'm usually working.

I've never really celebrated the seasons, only holidays. I like seasonal fruits and vegetables, but I'm not sure I'd count that as "celebrating." Is it common here to do that when the seasons change?

▶ CHANGES.

[ It reminds her of days long since past, though the stirred memories are as pointed and sharp as a recently whet knife; they permeate. Always. There's that cool, crisp scent on the air and the satisfying crunch under her heels when she walks over a sidewalk blanketed with leaves. She nearly feels like she's in a warm turtleneck and sporting the favored bob of a soccer mom all over again, walking beside Forest or Chris or any other number of people, heading to the gas station to grab a snack and some bad coffee (but better than what would often be in the machine back at the RPD) or heading off to one of the bars they'd haunt on a Friday night.

Back when Friday nights still had that feeling. It's hard to articulate, perhaps just because it's all scattered memories or because sentimentality and nostalgia often makes the past better than it was now that it's behind you. But maybe it's just the pessimist in her that can't help but feel that way.

Though she's the goal to explore and gather information, it doesn't mean she can't take pause to enjoy herself where she can. She finds herself drawn to the warmth of a hot cup in her hand -- a small pleasant thing that Jill hasn't grown past over the years once there's a chill in the air. Her hands are wrapped around the latte; although she'd usually just take black coffee, it felt appropriate to indulge further and go with a latte.

Unfortunately her hair is nearly permanently in a ponytail, so she's already got that going for her. She takes pause while sipping from the plastic cap, even though steam steadily rises from the opening slit. Jill observes her surroundings, looking for anyone that seems like they might also be lost or stuck here all the same as she is and though she might be wrong, she still languidly approaches the nearest person. ]

...so, I don't suppose you've got a map? Or better yet, answers to questions I haven't even figured out how to ask yet, do you?

[ It's said with faint humor, suggesting she doesn't expect much but is more than open to hearing anything that may be of use to her.

▶ CHANGES + PUMPKIN OVERFLOW.

[ Though she's not been out terribly long, the sun was already beginning to dip during later afternoon, proving that it truly is autumn wherever it is that she happens to be. It sifts through the leaves on the trees and brings hues of scarlet and gold and ochre, warm and familiar despite the location still feeling like it's on the tip of her tongue. Right and wrong all at once, like something she recalls from a half-formed memory while traveling. It's like she should know this place, but she doesn't.

That, however, could be nostalgia doing what it does best.

Her thoughts don't wander without aim for long and she finds herself gazing at a Jack-o'-Lantern once more. The place was littered with them, among other decorations that also aren't without some familiarity to her. She was almost certain the face was friendlier earlier in the day when she'd passed it, but there are just so many that she might be so overwhelmed by the newness of everything that she's misplaced this one in particular. She huffs out an almost-laugh on exhale and turns to her side, easily striking up conversation. ]

I think I might need a break from pumpkins for a bit.

[ She could use a break from a lot of things, though.

▶ OOC.

[ Interested in WHAT A RIDE, but not as the rider. Feel free to link me to your TDM if that's an option you'd like to do or drop a starter (or idea of how your character would be handling it/where and I'll do one; I just don't want to overstep any boundaries). Otherwise, open to other things!

Please feel free to comment to me OOCly here, PM me (I seem to lose private plurks when someone isn't added), and/or ask for my Discord! c: ]

A - Who let you out of the house?

[So, uh. Did y'all know that dying is a right trip and a half? At this point, Jane's...not used to it, since this is just death number three, but even then, "just death number three" is still a fucked up thing to consider. The experience was disorienting enough for her not to register immediately that the hard surface she was laying down on wasn't a stone slab, but when she jolts awake, sitting up with her hands flying to her middle, her legs bounce against the low walls of a...bathtub?]

Huh?

[This. Hm. This isn't right. Eyes going wide, she takes in her surroundings before shakily climbing out of the tub and reaching for the bathroom door, opening it a crack to peek out.]

H...Hello? Is anyone there?

[Is there anyone home?]

B - Is this where my pumpkins ended up?

Oh! Oh, yes, okay, hello there...

[There weren't any jack o' lanterns over there two seconds ago, Jane knows this. She's sure of it. And yet, after tripping over one while out and about, and then angrily kicking it down the street because it's been a goshdanged day, more and more grumpy looking ones have been finding themselves in her path. At the new line of ferocious gourds that block her path, she begins to back up, grimacing.]

Is this some kind of practical joke...? Who just - has leagues of pumpkins to do this?

C - Blue Text Warning

Um, first of all, who might you be? I would like to know that foremost!
Secondly, I like to bake things to celebrate a new season. For autumn specifically, I make pies.

[It's an innocuous enough question that she'll answer it, but even so, whomst? Whomst is this?]

D - Wildcard!

[hmu with any interaction you'd like! My plurk is

jackabee if you'd like to chat!]

Arrival;

[ What up everybody?! Helios is here and he's probably going to be found lying in your bathtub or on your couch, you choose! Ideally this would have been caused by a teleportation spell gone rogue, but given the fact that he was still recovering from his own debacle back at the academy...well, it's safe to say that this wasn't exactly what he had planned?? So you might have a man with blond hair and green eyes sit up from where ever it is you found him and give a sheepish smile. He looks more confused than anything, really, but at least he's not too freaked out right?? ]

Ah, pardon me, but-but where exactly am I? And...who are you?

[ Helios no. You're the one who woke up in a strangers house?! They should be asking that, not you. ]

C-C-Changes;

[ Helios is definitely not one to forgo sweets, let alone spooky sweets, like the kinds you get with this sort of weather and season. So he's got an armful of new and tasty things to try but also decorations because who doesn't want to decorate this time of the year? ] Oh! Do-do you mind taking some of these th-things? I was thinking of putting them up a-around the cottages! It-it would certainly set the mood, don't you think? [ He's all chipper and smiles as he hums a little to himself. Helios just likes to have a good time. ]

Pumpkins;

[ You can have one grown ass man staring with delight, kneeling down, as he looks over the pumpkins with a discerning and keen eye. He looks pretty amused as he looks inside the thing only to let out a laugh. ] I-I can't believe it. There's actually food inside them? H-Have you seen who-who has been setting them up? It-It take hours to detail them l-like this! They're absolutely f-fantastic!

[ Never mind the weird looking ones pointedly staring at Helios as he fuses over the one in his hand. ]

What a ride;

[ Helios might not be the one hitching a ride but the one putting a stop to it. It took a few tries and he's finally figured out how to stop the horses, at least. Gold, who would have thought, right? Either way he might jump in front of whoever is tied down and barreling down the road only to throw whatever golden object he's been able to scrounge up in this place. ] H-Hold on!

[ He's got you, don't worry, because once you're thrown from the horse itself you'll be buffeted by a cool breeze of air as Helios' eyes glow green while he casts his magic. He'll come rushing over next, worry clearly in his face as he kneels down. ]

A-Are you alright?

Heart game; un: helios

What a curious little device. Oh! It stopped beeping??

[ Listen it's still only 2007 back in his time so this is pretty advanced stuff, okay? ]

Well I suppose I celebrate by teaching about Samhain and things related to it. It's a good day for...making spells as well.

But! It's never too late to learn about the root of things, right?

(( ooc; hit me up on

pathogenic for any other prompts if you'd like! ))

A. arrival —

( when harrow bobs to consciousness, she is convinced she is in a coffin, ensconced in a tomb. to many, this might be a thought which would accompany great anxiety, but she is a singular and bizarre individual who has thought of such a thing many times throughout her youth, so nothing registers at first besides the vague feeling of claustrophobia. there is some sort of plane several inches away from her face, preventing her from rising, but the longer that she looks at it, the more she realizes it's not well-joined slats of wood or unbroken stone. it's a box spring. she's — under a bed? how did that happen? was this some bright idea of nav's? she was fairly certain she had been in bed and not for some reason under it before she had gone to sleep last night.

she ignobly half-slides and half-crawls out from under the cramped space and into a darkened room at this point, either:

1) it is unfortunately late at night or early in the morning when this occurs, and the owner of said bed and bedroom in question is still occupying it. harrow had not exactly been quiet or subtle in her escape, so if something going bump in the night was enough to wake you up in alarm, the fact that someone covered head-to-toe in black clothing and robes and clinking ominously because she is actively wearing actual bones probably isn't going to help matters.

the only thing that might help is that when she finds out she's not alone, she looks just as freaked out as you do. with a sharp intake of breath, she freezes up entirely, wary of what move you might make, though before freezing her right hand had disappeared into the folds of her sleeve. )

2) by the grace of harrow's Emperor and God, she showed up later in the day, and no one is occupying the bedroom at the time. she is not so lucky as to enter a completely vacant home, however, so now you have a sour-faced and very confused looking ninth house necromancer exiting either yours or a roommate's bedroom and staring at you, gaze baleful as it emanates from the blacked-out eye sockets of her face paint. she considers going back inside the room, crawling back under the bed, and awaiting whatever hole had opened in the ground to deposit her there to re-open and carry her back to canaan house, where she was certainly in mortal peril but at least felt like things half-made sense.

instead, she brushes some dust from her black robes, straightens up, clears her throat, and says in her most imperious tone, ) There appears to have been some sort of mistake. ( it's just too bad she looks entirely too disheveled to pull it off well. )

B. pumpkins —

( harrowhark does not have the patience to treat these seasonal orange gourds with the respect they apparently deserve. at several times during her investigation of this town, she has even found her path blocked by them, blocking small paths and alleyways with pumpkins just large enough that she would have to either remove them or circumvent to get around. at these points, she would grumble, drop a knucklebone or a tiny shard of humerus to the ground, and either a skeletal leg would sprout from the cobbled streets and kick the offending pumpkin away, or a very large set of skeletal arms would grow similarly and toss it to the side.

needless to say, such poor treatment of the decorations by this necromancer (who otherwise looks almost too festive for this time a year, totally on accident) was garnering her a lot of unpopular attention by the rest of them. as the day wears on, she finds her path studded with swarms of the furious and the scornful, watching her all the while. but she also seems determined to ignore them. they are just vegetables, after all — what danger are they?

though one could always approach her to interject exactly what danger they might or might not pose. or just ask why she simply could not spare the offending pumpkins in the first place. )

C. what a ride —

( the thing is: harrowhark nonagesimus, reverend daughter of the ninth house, has never seen a horse. if she had ever read about one (which most likely would not have happened, as a book about horses would not have been a book about ancient and forbidden ninth house necromantic secrets, which was her favorite subject), she had only ever read a vague description at best.

if animals were a more common occurrence in the nine houses of their God and Emperor's Resurrection, they certainly were not on the ninth — a cold, desolate, and distant hunk of rock, their settlement only existed at all because of the hulking life support machines that wheezed continuously each and every day to keep them all breathing. sure, she had seen birds and (unhappily) eaten fish at canaan house on the first, but a horse? absolutely terrifying. if they had all been wiped out in the Resurrection, it would have been a mercy that God elected not to restore them to life. the horse keeps following her, which paints the somewhat humorous picture of the small, black-shrouded, bone-clad necromancer trying to keep ahead of a innocent-seeming, sweet-eyed nag that keeps approaching her with an almost ominous inevitability.

at some point, she ducks behind you, carefully maneuvering your body between herself and the animal. if you try to move, she maintains this arrangement, a hunted expression on her face. ) What ( she speaks somewhat breathlessly, ) is it. And what does it want from me.

D. wildcard —

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1. arrival

[ getting poofed from one place to another is commonplace in figaro's world, what with oz's tendency to summon him and vice versa every time little arthur gets the tiniest scratches on him. but he can quite tell that he's in a whole different world from the moment he appears in someone's home, and lemme tell you - the vibes are rancid here.

it doesn't show in his face, though. he's pretty quick to recover on his feet, and he merely dusts his doctor's coat and offers the occupant of the house he's unceremoniously teleported to a sheepish smile. ]

Well - did you call me for a house call? My services actually come cheap this time.

[ yeah. let's go with that. ]

CHANGES...

[ ooh, lattes. don't mind if figaro takes a fuckin sip, and he shivers in delight as warmth permeates through his body. ]

Ahh, now that hit the spot. But wouldn't it be nice if there's a little bit of alcohol in this? Unless you don't drink, of course.

[ wink wink, nudge nudge. ever the drunkard. but hey, it's all in good fun. ]

heartgame

[ tfw your resident genius back home didn't finish inventing the smartphone as the sage requested so now figaro's typing super slow like molasses ]

Well, it's hard to pin down traditions when you've lived as long as I have. But I celebrate it by hitting up the seasonal menu at the bars I usually frequent. They offer some variety every couple hundreds of years, at the very least.

[ figaro stop talking about alcohol challenge ]

wildcard

[ come at me scrublord im ripped. lmk via PM if you wanna do something else outside these prompts! ]

Arrival

[Ramza's ears are ringing, the smell of smoke lingering in his clothes and hair. The echo of the vision he saw-- wonderful-- in his ears. No, it's wrong. Life is not wonderful. So far from perfect as to be laughable!

A girl lies dead, and his best friend lost in the fires of the gunpowder explosion that knocked him unconscious. How could anything be wonderful after that?

He opens his eyes, expecting to see the wreckage of the fortress. But the ground beneath him is not dirt or stone, it's... tile. There's a tub and a strange basin, and someone is opening the door.

Ramza pushes himself up, still singed and sooty, utterly baffled by how he got here. Please excuse this dirty squire in your bathroom, kind stranger.]

A Furry, Four-Legged Chocobo

[Ramza is too kindhearted to abuse a pumpkin, but that same nobility of spirit is leading him to a different dangerous situation here.

There is a sad horse following him around, and no amount of petting it or offering it food seems to satisfy it.]

Are you someone's pet? Such a docile creature surely can't be from the wilds....

[He gives its nose a stroke, but that seems only to make it beg more. But for what, Ramza honestly doesn't know. His people ride giant birds, not sad-looking quadrupeds.]

What is it you want?

C-C-Changes

I don't know about this whole lighthouse place, but this drink isn't bad.

[Billy is embracing the ~~basic bitch lifestyle~~ local culture, enjoying one of the pumpkin lattes. He hasn't traded in his cowboy boots for uggs just yet, but wrapping up in a nice warm scarf? Why not?]

You know what? Someone should paint a picture of it.

[He's not sure why, but he sure does have that impulse. If only there was some sort of technology for instant portraits!]

Pumpkins Gone Wild

[Apparently intentions mean nothing to these jack-o-lanterns, because Billy didn't mean to smash one. He was just trying to get them in order. You can't just leave art projects laying around everywhere! Every instinct Billy has from running his little orphanage in Aquvy is crying out against it. Must. Impose. Order.

Except one little pumpkin got knocked over, and now they've turned creepy on him.]

I already apologized! What do you want from me?

[Is this boy talking to hollowed out pumpkins? Yes. Being bombarded with them at every turn will do that to you.

He has two holstered pistols with him (and there is the outline of a larger gun in his robes, for those who know what to look for), but for now, the pumpkins aren't actually threatening him, so he's not threatening them. Just... apologizing to them like some sort of mad man.]

Arrival
[The whole thing is starvin' weird. The bed was soft enough, but the rest of the house, and the view outside the window - are these supposed to be TREES? They're just showing off their leaves like it's nothing, without shells to protect themselves from storms.

Wyndle provides no useful explanation, so Lift tunes his concerned chatter off and goes to explore the rest of the weird house...

Which how you find a thirteen year old kid in your kitchen, sitting on the counter and eating your food.]

Pumpkins
[Are you being watched by jack o'lanterns? Are they giving you creepy looks after you hurt one of their pumpkin brethren? Well, you're in luck, because suddenly they all disappear, not before staring with SHOCK AND HORROR at something behind you.

Turn around and you'll find Lift munching on a remaining jack o'lanterns.]

What? It was giving me funny looks.

Arrival;

[Boone was only going to shut his eyes for a few moments. Next thing he knows, he's in a bathtub, his rifle laying on his stomach where he'd fallen asleep loosely holding it. Not like the Lucky 38 isn't secure enough, but it's a habit. Gotta keep your weapons close.]

The hell?

[Crawling out of the tub, Boone takes in his surroundings... and starts looting the medicine cabinet out of habit.]

Pills, huh... should still be good.

Pumpkins;

[You know what's important? Knowing if you can eat the pumpkins. Boone isn't a fussy man when it comes to food, and survival often counts on that. He breaks open a pumpkin with his boot, then takes a bite out of the shell. He feels eyes on him though, and squints at the surrounding pumpkins... something isn't right here. Did they get closer when he wasn't looking?]

Heart game;

Don't celebrate it. This question gonna go away now?

i. Pumpkin Overflow

[ The pumpkin, somehow, was following him. When he first stepped out of the store, an hour ago, he didn't expect to be targeted. He still had no idea who the quirk user controlling it was, but it seemed no one was following him, he'd checked. Several times. Why they didn't simply attack him, he didn't know, but he was getting tired of being followed. He much preferred facing them than the pumpkin following him like an angry puppy. Distracted, he doesn't notice the person standing up ahead and while he's looking back at the little stalker, he runs right up behind them. Face full of fabric, he quickly backsteps right into the pumpkin that morphs into an angrier face. Catching his balance between the person he ran into and the pumpkin he ran into - it's just no this day - he manages to step back enough to see both but his immediate concern lies with the person he ran into. ]

I'm sorry. I didn't see you there.

ii. Heart Game

[ Todoroki reads the question on his screen and thinks it doesn't really sound like a game of confessions. Seeing no reason not to answer, he types in his honest response. ]

I don't celebrate it.

[ Then thinks to add: ] I suppose, I do start wearing warmer clothes.

iii. Wilcard

[ ooc; make-up your own scenerio, i'll make it work ]

Edited 2020-09-20 17:12 (UTC)

[arrival. Right, so. Yeah. That whole thing with new people arriving? Hope the residents weren't expecting to have a peaceful morning, because this asshole is gonna suddenly yell as he wakes up under a fucking bed.]

What the-?!

[Sorry for the loudness, or the sudden banging as he rights himself by turning over the bed in a sudden bout of panic. Nero was sleeping in the van back home, hearing Nico work on something in the background, and now he's... here??? Okay, okay. Breathe. He's fine, it's fine. This isn't the first time it's happened.

Problem is, he doesn't recognize where he is now. Not even a little. Which means it's not Redgrave, and it's not- Fuck.

Excuse the sudden appearance of this boy making his way outside the house and trying to find anyone he can.]

Where the hell are we??

[Yeah, he's a bit on edge. The fact that the devil hunter definitely looks out of place with his huge sword and robotic right arm probably doesn't help matters either.

changes. Oh, see, this sort of reminds him of Fortuna, in some ways. It's similar in how there's things adorning doors and windows, almost like a harvest sort of deal. Kyrie would usually urge him to try and find neighbors to help so they didn't have to struggle with bringing things in. It was boring, but at least there were no demons around anymore.

Except he is definitely giving the food a wary eye. Lattes and soup, really? It's a creepy-ass island and there's just food and stuff around, and they expect people to take it? No thanks.

Nero crosses his arms, snorting.]

So, what's your take on this bullshit?

[heart game.]

kinda hard to yk?
only the city kinda changes
the rest of the islands stuck in different temps
otherwise its harvesting and helping plant food or carry shit around

[wildcard. hmu, I can work with it!]

Edited 2020-09-20 17:22 (UTC)

1. Arrival

[ Another day, another village to clear, more bandits to scare off. It's routine. More a nuisance now than when she was younger and less experienced, but the pay is good, and who is she to pass up easy work?

That is, "easy" up until the steps through the mouldering remains of a farmer's hut that's seen better days, too busy keeping an eye on her footing to pay much attention to much else when she passes through a doorway. One minute she's picking through the dust and straw, and the next... ]

Wh--?!

[ ...hopefully the local Wickies have balance and reflexes to snuff, or she's going to walk midstride into whoever's minding their own business on the other side, possibly in their own home. As if that's not bad enough, she immediately goes for her weapons without a second thought - eyes not quite adjusted from the sudden light change but absolutely convinced that vaguely humanoid blur in front of her must be a bandit springing a trap.

Oops.
Think fast! ]

2. Pumpkin Overflow

[ Hide's not really sure what to make of the jack o' lanterns everywhere.

On one hand, she's pretty sure one of these grinning veggies is a yokai in disguise just waiting to jump up and bite someone's leg off if they get too close. But on the off chance these things really are just run of the mill squash...
Never hurts to ask for someone else's opinion, right? ]

Hey. Do you suppose a vegetable demon tastes like regular pumpkin if you cook it long enough?

[ She has ~~questionable~~ great ideas. ]

3. What A Ride

[ What luck! A horse? Here? And no owner in sight, by the look of it. Sure, this beast's a bit on the scrawny side and more pathetic looking than most beasts of burden, but if it's not going to leave her alone then what harm is there in putting it to work?
...in hindsight this poor creature probably picked the wrong person to try to coerce into riding it, seeing as she's more interested in offloading her armful of pilfered pumpkins on it to save herself carrying them all. The whole "riding a horse" thing isn't really her cup of tea in the first place.

Unfortunately it's being less than cooperative with all the shying sideways and nervous noises, no matter how she tries to distract it into staying still with small cubes of pumpkin. It seems more anxious about the small golden blade sheathed across the small of her back than any impending fate as a pack animal. Why could that be? ]

4. Heart Game

Depends on the season and where you are. Umibozu must be culled in spring, or they'll double in size by summer if you live by the water.
Tengu are more common during fall in the mountains. If you don't have a good stock of arrows made by then, you're going to have a hard time making it to winter at all.

5. Wildcard

[ Gimme your best shot, my dudes! (•̀ᴗ•́)و Feel free to PM if you have questions or ideas! ]

i. arrival

[Jiro expected to wake up on a cement floor, not on a couch. It's not the one in the warehouse; it's more pliant and shorter, and not exactly comfortable. Where the fuck did they take him now? It's getting ridiculous and he's tired of waking up in different places. He sits up to look around the room. It's completely unfamiliar and not like anything the government would set up, even for their low level units. Not utilitarian enough, and more... quaint. Which is a word he never thought he's use, even in his head.

It hasn't been that long, he doesn't think. The top half of his jumpsuit is still tied around his waist and there's bits of concrete in his hair. He scratches them out, leaving some dust on the couch. Someone walks in from the next room; someone he doesn't know. No guards or soldier types with weapons. Jiro nods a little at them.]

Where the fuck is this?

ii. changes

[It was spring the last he knew, but not here. After wandering around town for a while, Jiro's found nothing entertaining. He's currently sitting on someone's front steps next to the metal bucket of straw and assorted gourds and corn. It's a waste of these things to use them for decorations, so he's going to eat them instead, cracking a striped gourd open on the edge of the steps. It doesn't need to be cooked.]

iii. pumpkins

[There are... so many pumpkins. Everywhere he goes, he knows they're looking at him, and it's getting under his skin; their too-happy carved expressions and the flickering firelight behind their triangle eyes. It's creepy as fuck. As far as Jiro knows, demons can't disguise themselves as vegetables, but it's not beyond the realm of possibility. He picks up a particularly large one, who he deems to be mocking him in some way.]

What are you looking at, huh!? I'll kick your ass!

[Which is impossible, but he will chuck that pumpkin right at the nearest building and smash it's creepy little face in.]

iv. ride
note: Jiro can talk to animals, so I guess the horse won't have to play charades here

[He's drawn to the sad-looking horse the moment he sees it. It's not a typical animal he's encountered and he can't resist approaching and petting it.]

Hey, boy. What's wrong?

[It comes out as... neighing. Yeah. He'll offer the horse a chunk of gourd he hadn't finished eating.]

v. wildcard
Anything goes!

arrival;

[ Kurogane is used to landing hard and often in the middle of a random street in a new world, so when he opens his eyes and finds himself on the floor of some cottage, he's not that surprised. What is surprising is that none of his companions are here and instead, there's someone else here that he doesn't recognize.

He doesn't say anything immediately, instead taking stock of his surroundings and making sure there are no threats first. When he finally gets up, he starts dusting off his shirt (that looks like it's been burned by acid in some spots) before finally looking at the other person in the room. ]

What is this place?

[ Finding that out is the most important thing for him right now. Apologizing for ending up in someone else's home is last on his list of priorities. ]

pumpkins;

[ He doesn't like the feeling the jack o'lanterns around town give him. Anytime he comes across one, he feels like he's being watched, and it's not something he appreciates coming from a pumpkin, of all things.

So he picks up one of the jack o'lanterns to get a better look at it as he frowns. Kurogane turns it around in his hands, trying to see if there's more to it. ]

What the hell?

heart game;

[ While he hasn't used smartphones much himself, he's been around them enough times to understand how they generally work. It does take a while for him to figure it out, but he eventually manages to get the beeping to stop. ]

I don't. What kind of game is this anyway?

wildcard;

[ Choose your own adventure! Feel free to PM me to discuss other prompts! ]

Arrival

Wow, all this stuff is AMAZING!

[This tiny, pink-haired girl just appeared in the kitchen of a random house, but she doesn't seem phased by it. She's rushing from counter to cabinet to drawer, opening everything and taking it in with unrestrained wonder. Everything from utensils to large appliances is met with the same sense of glee.

Noa's having a great time indulging her curiosity, but the current tenants might not have the same enthusiasm. Oops?]

Heart Game

oooooooooooooo, when the seasons changed, i got to get new clothes!!! and eat extra mushrooms 🍄 and fight any new piuras that sneaked into the cave 💥 🤛 !!! it was super fun ❤️ ⭐ ✌️

🕘 Arrival;

[ What up people. You can have one long long man (6'6) asleep on your couch or bed as if he hasn't a worry in the world. Propped up somewhere near him is his cane, the long memory. Ozpin doesn't seem to stir it's only until you make a noise or say something that brown eyes will snap open and he'll sit up from his sleeping beauty like state. He'll look over at whoever it might be with a glance, only to silently stare back down at his hands for a second or two. His expression remains stoic and impassive but his eyes? His eyes suggest something is wrong, or at least amiss. ]

My apologies. Do you mind telling me...where we are? This isn't...Remnant is it?

[ He knows there's no way it can be, because his body is his own again. He just doesn't know what else to even reasonably ask right now?? ]

🎃 Pumpkins, pumpkins everywhere;

[ The pumpkins are a nice little treat, truly. But there's a sinister undertone to everything here that Ozpin does not like. It's especially evident when he can feel something watching him as he walks among the cottages one evening. He'll turn around to look down at the things, noting how there seems to be more of them slowly creeping down the rows of houses and outside the shared homes. ]

Something is definitely amiss, wouldn't you agree? I believe our silent companions might be multiplying in a way that suggests something a bit more...sinister.

💖 Heart game; un: ozpin

The changing of season? Well that certainly depends on the season, doesn't it? But I always find a nice hot cup of cocoa in the presence of those cared about to be a good way to celebrate through all season. But more so now than usual.

Wildcard;

[ Hit me up with a random prompt if you'd like! ]

I. arrival

[There's a woman in strange armor on your couch. Or maybe it's not your couch, maybe it's the exact same couch you've suddenly found yourself sleeping on.

Sabine wakes with a start, quickly grabbing the blasters at her hip and aiming them at the first person she sees.]

II. c-c-changes

[Okay. This is strange. It's probably some Force thing, but... the weather is nice. And the colors of the leaves, they're perfect.

She sits underneath a tree somewhere quiet, sketching the surroundings as she sips some caf. She might even be sketching the people passing by too. Make sure she's getting your good angle?]

III. pumpkin overflow

[She has no idea what this is. Well, she knows it's a pumpkin, but even pumpkins in her galaxy don't do this. When one gets just a little too close, about to jump on her, she instinctively pulls out a green lightsaber and slashes it in half. The guts of the gourd splatter and cover both her and an unfortunate passerby. Sabine quickly turns off the saber, offering the other an apologetic look.]

... Sorry. [she mumbles to herself an additional apology] Sorry, Ezra.

[This probably isn't how lightsabers are supposed to be used.]

IV. heart game

I celebrate by not answering random messages on the holonet.

a. wake up, ~~mister freeman~~ miss she-ra. (arrival)

[ The main problem with Adora is that she is incredibly paranoid. Much less than she used to be, but enough that waking up in a strange place sets every military-hardened alarm bell in her head ringing at maximum volume, especially accompanied by a weird vision that just screams Shadow Weaver.

Which is why she moves to slam the first stranger she sees against the nearest wall, pressing her forearm against their neck to add a sense of urgency to her demands. You know, like a completely well adjusted person. (Failing that — if they're extraordinarily large, or out of reach, or whatever other reason — she just points her sword at them instead. For kids, she doesn't threaten them physically, but her tone is no less demanding.) ]

Identify yourself. Now.

b. pumpkins pumpkins everywhere... and what a tasty treat. (pumpkin overflow)

[ So, that paranoia? It doesn't go away when she realizes most people here are just as clueless as she is. The weird faces carved into the pumpkins were bad enough, but ever since she snacked on one of them (what? it's free food), she's pretty sure they've been following her. Angrily. After glancing over her shoulder, she lowers her voice into a conspiratorial whisper and shuffles over towards the nearest person. ]

Oh, man. This is just like the story of the Faceless Princess.

[ Despite looking waaaay too old to believe in children's horror stories, Adora's tone is deadly serious as she leans in, the edges of her mouth still painted with orangey residue. ]

Nobody knows what she looks like, because she wears the faces of different people to stalk her prey. And if you're ever alone with her... you become her next victim! [ She gulps. ] ... Not that I'm scared or anything. But maybe we should stick together, just in case.

c. yes, the stick up her ass legally qualifies as a weapon. (heart game)

Is this a trick question?

I don't, obviously. Celebrations are usually reserved for victories in battle and diplomatic opportunities.

[ ooc: Adora is from the end of Season 1 rn! If none of these starters work for you, feel free to wildcard me or hmu at

palkia for something else. ]

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