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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

1 - arrival

[The sound of rustling around and low mumbling can be heard elsewhere in your cottage. It's not a familiar voice...unless you're the member of a certain skyfaring crew, anyway. Even then, it's got to be at least a little alarming. After all, this voice doesn't belong here. Is this a breaking and entering?

Investigation will reveal a young man in priest garb rummaging around through your belongings, leaving quite the mess in his wake. He stops what he's doing when he realizes he's not alone.]

Oh, hey! This makes things so much easier. [He straightens up to properly face you.] My stuff didn't get mixed up with yours, did it?

[He seems way more concerned about getting his belongings back than figuring out where the hell he is...]

2 - playing with pumpkins

[Those angry-looking pumpkins sure are ominous, huh? The way they seem to be watching your every move...

Those who have garnered the pumpkins' ire in some way will have their stalking interrupted by a random priest stepping in to pick up one of those particularly spooky pumpkins.]

Aren't you just delightful? Are you a plant-based monster, then? Or perhaps a spirit possessing one? Oh, how I wish to uncover all of your secrets!

[The pumpkin does not speak, obviously, but the look on its face shifts ever so slightly like it's trying to remain intimidating but is also thoroughly confused.

Well...at least he's drawn the heat away from you? But now he's surrounded by a bunch of pumpkins that look like they want to free their comrade. He...might need some help, whether he admits it or not.]

3 - hanging with horses

[Those unfamiliar with the horse's agenda will be flagged down by Will. He's currently giving the horse plenty of attention and pets, but he knows it's looking for something else. That's where you come in.]

Hey there! Are you any good at riding horses? This one's really bored and is looking to take someone for a ride. I'd love to help, but I'm lousy at this sort of thing. You'll indulge him though, won't you?

[Will???]

4 - heart game

[Being something of a Ye Olde, it takes Will a bit of time to get used to his phone. But once he does...]

the coming of fall is a signal for some species of monsters to begin their winter preparations, so i like to go out and document their efforts!

wildcard

[[Feel free to wildcard it up or PP me at

Arystar if you'd like to plot a custom starter!]]

[ 1 - C-C-Changes ]

[ What kind of a place doesn't even sell ginger pork bone broth ramen? Well, probably the same sort of place where he wakes up in a stranger's bathtub out of the blue. But someone was nice enough to give him a bowl of some warm, pumpkin soup. Not his first choice, but it definitely warms him up, and the dollop of sweet cream in the middle was a nice treat.

And since he doesn't have a coat, someone was kind enough to let him drape an old, soft blanket around his shoulders. As he walks through the town, wearing the blankets over him, he starts to notice that some of the pumpkins have shocked looks on their faces, particularly the ones facing in his direction.

He doesn't think anything of it at first, but then, after walking past a particularly distressed-looking jack o' lantern, something compels him to turn around... and that same jack o' lantern is looking in his direction again. ]

There! You saw it, right?!? It turned around!

[ Keiichi points at the offending carved pumpkin, looking around for the nearest person who can confirm that yes, it did indeed turn around to stare at him, or no, he's just going crazy ~~again~~. ]

[ 2 - What A Ride (cw: potential death) ]

[ Keiichi has been walking around the town with one of his friends, but they went off in their separate directions to try to find more information about their whereabouts and how they might get home, but also to see what this place has to offer. Keiichi's pretty used to walking around new places, and knowing that he has a couple of friends from home here to fall back upon makes him feel a little less uncomfortable with the whole "being trapped away from home" thing.

What he doesn't realize as he's walking along a sidewalk is that the friend he's supposed to meet up with on the other side of the town is currently holding on for dear life atop a wildly galloping horse, and that she's seconds away from crying out his name.

And then, mid-stride, he just stops in place. ]

Ghk—!

[ Eyes wide, he falls over, unable to move or catch himself. If anyone rushes to his aid, they'll find that he's completely paralyzed, unable to even breathe. The sheer panic in his frozen eyes isn't just for his life, but for the fear of leaving his friends behind!

The horse is nowhere nearby. Perhaps there's time to save him, but what can you do for someone whose body and organs just... stop moving? ]

[ 3 - Heart game ]

[ Keiichi's never used one of these weird phones before, what with being from the 1980s and all that. But he's also a fast learner, so after some trial and error, he manages to figure out the interface.

Cough cough, Mion, cough cough. ]

this game doesn't sound very fun. you know what would make it more fun? if you had to give three answers! two of them are lies, and the third one's the truth!

then, people try to guess which answer is the real one. if they pick the right one, then they win, but if they don't, then you win! who wants to give it a try??????

( OOC: Keiichi is being taken from the console-exclusive arc, Miotsukushi-hen (Ura), for Higurashi! I'll try to avoid spoilers for the series as a rule, but if they do come up in a thread, I'll label them in the subject header. If you have any questions or want to plot anything out, hit me up on Plurk at

bofubutt! )

Edited 2020-09-22 18:04 (UTC)

[Lahabrea is not so petty as to stoop to abusing decorations. The jack-o-lanterns have so far been completely unharmed! ... If only because he's aware they're alive, and he reserves his wrath for the fractured mortals he knows. Not.. things Halmarut might have created on a whim some crisp autumn.

Which might be why he's carrying one around. A smaller one, with as toothy a grin as any of them have, tucked under one arm like a football. He's not apparently done any harm to it beyond taking it with him and occasionally apparently talking to it, but the cloaked, masked man has also pointedly not left it behind.

What he is doing however, is watching that 'horse'.

He designed horses and their cousins, he knows about horses, and this one.. something's off about this one, enough to set a frown firmly in place beneath the sharp fangs of his mask. It's friendly enough, that much is obvious .. and inappropriate.]

Behave yourself. Looking sad and hopeful will avail you nothing.

[His tone is sharp, as if he fully expects to be obeyed. He knows horses.

The jack-o-lantern is shifted from its position under an arm and held up as if it's perfectly aware and capable of seeing what's going on - now it has a decent view.]

This is not ordinary horse behavior. I know. I created them. They do not solicit such attentions any more than you or I might. I should wonder if it is up to something interesting, as my nightmares are wont to do? But I think this one is incapable of flight, so dropping an unsuspecting rider from above would be difficult..

[He is not speaking to any passers-by, but it might be easy to assume otherwise..]

A. Arrival

[ Well, this certainly isn't where she was seconds ago.

Shion blinks as she steps through the doorway and into an unfamiliar room, a bemused expression on her face. It all happens in the blink of an eye, like in a movie. Blink, and her apartment is gone. Blink, and the familiar furnishings have been replaced by something unfamiliar and unsettling.

Blink, blink, but it doesn't go back to normal.

It takes her a few moments to regain her thoughts, a process that is fast tracked when she sees another person. She offers an easy, sheepish smile. ]

Oh, I'm sorry. I must have gone through the wrong door. Ahaha. You'd think I'd know where my own apartment was by now...

[ Even though she's sure that's not the problem at all. ]

B. Changes

[ Shion can be found hanging around in various areas, sipping at a latte. They had lots of specialty drinks at her work, but none that were quite like this. It's one of many new sweets that she's tried since arriving, including pumpkin ice cream and pumpkin chocolate chip cookies, and even a pumpkin cake.

It's still an unpleasant situation overall, but indulging in the various novelty junk foods is improving her mood a little bit. ]

Hmmm~ I'll have to tell Uncle Yoshirou about this... I bet it'd be a hit at the cafe.

[ The thought of being ale to bring recipes and ideas back home with her brings about a bit of good cheer. ]

C. Pumpkins

[ It's hard to miss all the colorful, carved pumpkins scattered around the town. For her part, Shion is content enough to merely observe them. They're clearly watching, waiting for something, though she can't say what that something is.

What she does know is that she doesn't want to be caught doing it. After all, it's unlikely that they're even really watching. It's far more likely that it's just a tool for something more sinister to spy on them.

All the more reason to make sure they only see what she wants them to.

So she pretends not to notice. That is, she will unless she sees someone else choosing to mess with them. Good or bad, her gut tells her to not get involved with these things.

So, the Good Samaritan she is, she'll approach with a cheery expression. ]

... Oh, you should probably leave those alone.

D. Wildcard

[ Choose your own adventure! Feel free to find Shion wandering around town, or contact me at

pfle to plot something out! ]

Edited 2020-09-22 23:13 (UTC)

i. arrival

[Hakuno has been here for all of maybe an hour, and almost all of it has been spent posing the question every Wickie she can find is asked:]

Excuse me, have you seen this child? ...or a grown woman who looks like her?

[An adorable little girl is displayed via a holographic screen that seems to be emitted from the ring on her hand. While she doesn't look panicked, there's a definite tinge of urgency in her soft voice, even if her expression seems steady and solemn.]

ii. pumpkin overflow
[While Hakuno definitely has the boots, her legs are half-chilled. Her search stymied, she has taken the time to nurse a nice, warm, pumpkin latte, with a plate of pumpkin spice cake in front of her and a small carved pumpkin in her lap, nestled comfortably where her stockinged leg is crossed over the less covered one.

If you haven't bothered any of its brethren, it looks to be the very picture of good cheer, and Hakuno tips her mug to you in seemingly expressionless salutations.

If you have, the little pumpkin looks downright aggrieved, half-turned into her shirt like a tattling child, and Hakuno is giving you a once over, her large, doll-like eyes narrowed in silent judgment.]

iii. heart game: confession

..."how do you celebrate the changing seasons?"

[She squints at that, looking vaguely uncertain.]

Well... that depends. Probably a big festival and an even bigger feast, knowing them...

iv. wildcard

[I'm up for anything with her! Feel free to PM me or hit me up over on

shanatic if you want a specific starter.]

Arrival
The rest of the afternoon was spent filling out paperwork. His disciplinary file might've looked like a novel but he'd never punched an FBI agent before. Honestly, It was worth it just to see Fowler's face when he read the 'reason' line on the form. Hank had proudly written the reason that he'd punched the guy to be that he had a 'face that looked like it needed to be punched'.

They'd sent him home after right that. He probably didn't have a job anymore but, ah, it was worth it to give Connor a chance to get what he needed. Hopefully, he got what he needed...

Hank slid the key into the door to his old familiar house and pushed the door open. When he shut it again he expected to see the familiar inside, not the peeling paint of some unfamiliar building. He blinked. "The hell...?"

C-C-Changes
He needed coffee. It was fall, the weather was chilly, and he needed a pick-me-up. Hank waited patiently for the next coffee at the counter, only for him to be handed two.

"Hey, I said just wanted one. Hey!" It seemed like they weren't listening. So now he had two coffees. Hank turned around to whoever was behind him. "Ah. Looks I got an extra. You want one?"

Pumpkin overflow
Of course there are pumpkins everywhere. It seemed to fit the motif of the place. Hank passed by one whose eyes seemed to follow him, and he picked it up, turned it around, and plopped it back down again before giving it a soft pat on the top. Yeah, he was not in the mood to deal with that.

i. punkin

[Pumpkins... are unsettling.

Like, apparently, that's what he's getting out of being in this town. The first time he swears he catches one looking at him he nearly bolts, and only nearly because in his haste he trips... over a second pumpkin, the toe of his boot going right into it's stupid grinning mouth and near cracking the whole thing in half.

That was the first mistake. The second mistake was grabbing the next, angrier pumpkin to surprise him and throwing it as hard as he can into the air. No aim, no control, just yeeting the whole thing as hard into the sky as he can.

You might catch him at either of these times or, deep into the pumpkin hunt, when he's just about developed a nervous twitch from seeing so many stupid carved faces—]

Hold still!

[—And he just hauls back and punches a pumpkin clean in the center where it sits innocently on a shelf or something around shoulder height, which does absolutely nothing but burst the poor thing - overripe, perhaps - and splatter pumpkin innards right into his face and onto whoever he'd just told to hold still.

He looks appropriately horrified, and after a moment he spits out a pumpkin seed.]

I... thought it was looking?

ii. horse

[Now, Emil has nothing against horses, generally speaking. He's taken his fair share of carriage rides in his life and found them mostly pleasant, but he quickly has learned the difference between a horse he doesn't have to look in the eye and one that he does, because it won't stop... bothering him! Following him around! Making that sad horse face at him! Or is that just what horses have always looked like and he wasn't paying attention?!

Either way, the horse will not leave him be, and he's nearly at his wit's end. You might find him mid-...conversation, with the beast, which is going as well as one would assume:]

For the last time, I don't have any food for you! I'm sorry! I don't even know what horses are supposed to eat... Grain? Fruit?

[He actually stops and looks at the horse for a second, as if maybe it understands what he's saying and will whinny once for 'yes' and two for 'no' if he's patient enough. This last for all of a few seconds before he makes a frustrated noise, throwing his hands up and turning to walk away again.]

How am I supposed to know! I don't— ow!!

[Undeterred, the horse has taken a gentle chomp of his golden locks... this is the end of his life, for sure...]

Hey! Help me!!

iii. heart game

[What is communications beyond radio, this doesn't make sense!! And yet.]

really, now you stop that infernal beeping

this is the worst radio I've ever seen but assuming somebody is listening to this [he doesn't know] if you beep at me again I'm throwing this thing into the nearest lake

iv. etc

[900 years late tdm... go wild, hmu if u need]

what a ride.

[ honestly, he's not entirely sure what he's looking at, but like, it's clear that this horse wants something from him? even though he has no idea what he could possibly provide. he has the vague knowledge that humans are supposed to ride them, but he is far from a human despite being able to speak.

so this is the sight that greets anyone happening to pass by this stretch of road: an odd looking red dog, large, sporting a kind of headdress and covered with various markings facing down this depressed horse. he sits on his haunches with an exasperated expression (or as exasperated as a dog can look, anyway) and then looks up at whoever decides to linger. ]

You wouldn't happen to have any food on you, perhaps?

heart game.

[ maybe you're just minding your own business and enjoying all the fall decorations, or maybe you're tapping away on your own phone and responding to the heart game. regardless, you may hear that familiar beeping steadily growing louder and louder. the source of that reveals itself should you look down: red xiii sitting on his haunches, his smart phone held carefully in his mouth. whoever designed these things really didn't think about those with opposable thumbs.

anyway, the request is clear even without him needing to say anything: the beeping won't stop and he can't open the game up himself. please help. ]

wildcard.

[ feel free to catch red xiii poking around the cottages, or sniffing at the smiling pumpkins and staring warily at the more angry looking ones. is he considering the pros and cons of eating one? maybe so. hmu if you wanna plot anything else or go wild, i'm easy. ]

Arrival

[Catra thought she was prepared for whatever they were going to encounter on this mission to Thaymor, but it turns out that all those training simulations? Are totally nothing compared to the field. None of them prepared her for the moment the controls of her tank vanished around her, although the rest of the last five seconds were -- actually, kind of what she expected from Princesses.

Princesses that Shadow Weaver did not warn her would be here. So, like. Excuse Catra, but she's a little bit twitchy; and the moment she registers somebody else nearby, she's whirling on her heel and stepping rapidly backwards, her knees bending, clawed hands rising, and feet sliding apart in preparation to dodge an expected attack.]

Who are you! [She's not scared, okay. She's just hyper-aware that Someone has obviously strong magic, and she's not an idiot who's going to just rush them.] Where've you taken me?!

[But still, answer fast. She's not the patient type.]

a gourd-awful time

[Whatever these lanterns are, they're creepy and Catra does not appreciate them. She doesn't like that they were grinning at her when she accosted someone inside a wooden-walled room, she doesn't like that they were on the roof when she scampered up there, and she doesn't like that however she moves, it feels like they're watching her.

But she does like the satisfying way they smash when she nudges them off the edge of the roof, their orange shells splattering against the ground and onto anyone unfortunate enough to be nearby. Don't expect any sort of apology from her, no matter how near any of come to landing on anybody's head. In fact -- the nearer a miss it is, the louder her snort of laughter becomes.]

in general

[She hasn't forgotten the rescue mission she's been sent on. It's been at the forefront of Catra's mind the entire time. Even if she believes this isn't Etheria any more - and... she's a little inclined to, given the shining lights in the sky and the surprising shortage of moons - that doesn't change her best friend's situation. Adora's missing, kidnapped by the rebellion, but Catra is... pretty sure she can smell her somewhere nearby. Problem is, everything here smells so weird and unfamiliar that it's hard to pick her out from the mess.

So, like, don't mind Catra when you see her sniffing the air, her tail lifting up curiously as she tries to sort it all out. Or if you find her scowling skeptically at a hot mug of something she's been told is soup, but which looks and smells drastically different to anything she's ever seen before.]

Edited 2020-09-24 11:45 (UTC)

(Rika is a spoiler for Higurashi no Naku Koro Ni, so if you're planning to watch the new anime blind then please beware! I don't want to spoil you fun.)

A ☆ Arrival - Higurashi Spoilers

[Waking up after her death is normal for Rika. She doesn't even remember being in any pain; Only a brief jolt of terror when she felt the rag on her mouth, which faded to dark unconsciousness.

What is unusual is waking up under a ceiling that she does not recognize. This is neither her childhood home nor the glorified shed she shares with Satoko. Rika rolls off the mattress, startled into a yell when she drops from a bed. It shakes her brain and wakes her up, that's for sure! And earns a low growl of annoyance, voice lowering to a tone unsuited for a child as she glances around the room.]

Hanyuu!

[Her hissing goes unanswered. Rika picks herself off the ground, annoyance slipping into confusion.]

B ☆ C-C-Changes

[That grouchy girl with a low voice from earlier? Who's that? Nope, this is a sweet pumpkin princess! See the way she's holding a pumpkin spice latte, living that classic Fall dream? Rika had to really struggle to get her ten year old hands on some coffee, but she wanted to at least try it. New experiences are hard to come by in Hinamizawa, after all!

But it just takes one sip for her eyes to go wide-- Her smile to twist-- and uuugh she has to swallow it. This syrupy gross sweetness! And after all of that, she still has to smile and pretend that she liked it.]

[She peers up at whoever is nearby,]

[Please tell her you got a normal coffee, and not this sugary crap.]

C ☆ Heart game: confession

[What's a smartphone? Rika is panicked by the combination of the phone's alert and her inability to type right away. After observing some responses, she puts the pieces together and manages a surprisingly competent reply. Well. She definitely overdoes the cutesy charm.]

I like to clean out the house!

Put all the summer clothes away~! Take all the autumn clothes out~!

Put all the summer dust outside~! Let all the autumn breeze inside~!

Then I check if I got any taller.

[1 - Arrival]
[One could say Kei was a little too calm when he realized he no longer was in England, instead appearing somewhere in a (really crappy, all things admitted) bathtub that came right out of a public school's repertoire.

There was nothing more to do, but to dust himself off in annoyance and to make his way out of the door, right into his new roommates? Or someone's house? He didn't know.]

Pardon me, what is this place?

[Did he get dragged into someone's mindscape again.]

[2 - Pumpkin overflow]
[Kei has many nemesis. The Satomi Pharmacy Song, friendships, and now pumpkins that seemed to be flowing into every part of his life. Pumpkin food. Pumpkin drinks. Pumpkin hair gel...

Then there's the jack o'lanterns, reminding him of a certain lover's persona that seem to be keeping an eye on him. Oh how he loathes them. Still (for now) at least he hasn't violently retaliated, but it might just me a matter of time...]

[3 - A horse, of course]
Absolutely not!

[Have you seen a sight so strange as a grown man screaming against a horse that is following him like a lost puppy. The truth was that Kei could easily ride the creature if he so desired, having raised and ridden similar animals for most of his life. Maybe that's why something feels odd. It makes him feel uncomfortable even if the horse seems to be, by all means fine.

When he runs into others, he nearly pushes them away so that the horse can get farther away from him.]

[4 - Heart game: confession]

[Ahh of course even being waken up at the middle of the night won't escape him.]

A change of scenery.

[Wow. That explains a lot.]

❄ ARRIVAL

[Congratulations! Whoever you are, you suddenly have one white haired girl with a rapier appearing out of nowhere to your bed, bathtub, couch, dining table or wherever! Apparently this arrival thing isn't picky about where it throws her or if there's already someone in that same location with her.]

What happened? Who are y--?!

[No, wait, she'll get back to that soon but she has her priorities. Weiss looks around with so many emotions on her face, that go from confusion to fear to many others. Where are everyone else?!]

RUBY?!

[Or anyone else, really, she's not very picky at the moment?! She thinks it would be nice if it was someone from her side of the fight though?? Did Jinn or someone else do something weird again?]

❄ C-C-CHANGES

[Weiss already has warm boots and her hair is tied into a braid these days, so nothing changes from drinking lattes for her. She prefers her coffee black but well, it's still coffee and she isn't picky about that either right now. Should she be? She doesn't trust this place at all but for now it seems much better than the last sight back home...

Soups are the worst, when they make her curl up in blankets on a couch. You'd think people would be happy about that, maybe, but the last time she did something similar was in a creepy as hell farm and somehow this reminds her of that time. She doesn't look happy at all, in fact she looks bitter, salty and like she's half-expecting something at least as bad as Apathy to show up at any second now.

The Ice Queen sure won't mind company, not that she's good at expressing how much she'd welcome any sort of distractions.]

❄ PUMPKIN OVERFLOW | A

[She doesn't really trust any food options or anything else here. Pumpkin is possibly fine, maybe even in coffee since that latte's not bad... Ice cream sounds nice too as does real food instead of desserts, coffees and whatever else.]

Is it even safe to eat anything here?

[Maybe she'll make someone else try first! Maybe you're already eating anything and she'll give you a look... She's honestly curious to know whether or not it's a good idea.]

❄ PUMPKIN OVERFLOW | B

[The pumpkins are fine, really, cute too even if they could be less of them and they seem to be anywhere. Weiss lets them be for a long time until she realizes they're watching her every move... That's less cute. Kind of creepy. It's not like they're some cute puppies, who she'd love having following her everywhere!

So eventually she suddenly turns around, hands on her hips and looking annoyed at when she glares at them.]

Are you stalking me?

[ ... She's talking to pumpkins. This is her life now. Sorry if it looks like she's asking it from you instead because this whole being stalked by pumpkins situation sure is very normal.]

❄ WHAT A RIDE

[Oh no, that horse looks so lonely and sad and depressed. It's also cute in a way even with that weird color/style and Weiss goes to give it some attention in the form of pets and talking and -- And she still refuses to trust it enough to ride it, no matter how much the horse keeps telling her to do that.]

No. If you keep doing that, I will leave you here all alone. [She's seriously going to leave. It just keeps trying.] Stop that!

[She'll help anyone by throwing golden objects on its way later though and catching anyone before they fall from there, her semblance is very good for that.]

[ OOC: Wildcards are fine too, though not sure I want her dying / paralyzed lol. HMU at plurk

baranohanabira for anything; questions, plotting, whatever! If you're a fellow RWBY on arrival thing, feel free to say and/or do something before Weiss even says anything there like she's so surprised to see anyone familiar! She'll be from post volume 7!]

Arrival

[Marrow was actually running away with others from a situation that got out of hand. Namely a certain massacre during an election night. When he ran out of the place he didn't expect to end up here. He squints his eyes, very alert in this new situation.]

What the...?

[This isn't the town they just were in! And where are the others? He suppresses his urge to whine at this unfamiliar situation, his dog tail down as a sign of being on alert and weapon on hand.]

C-C-Changes

[Marrow had been hungry and a bit too trusting of the food this place had to offer. Now, after eating some soup, he's curled up under a blanket on a couch. Not the worst situation, but a rather weird one. He's not the tallest, but he does take most of the couch.

His dog tail is poking from under the blanket.]

I hope all of the food won't end up like this.

[He murmurs. He doesn't want to know what the other stuff would have done.]

What a ride

[Marrow had gotten onto the horses back because he understood what it was after, even if he hadn't ridden any kind of mount before. Now he was stuck and trying to struggle his way out but can't. Great. His luck with this place was so great. He has the creepy choice for holding, which happens to be the spine whip.]

Just let me go and I won't hold a grudge against you for all of eternity... just half. Okay?

[He hopes someone will help him out because he definitely isn't able to help himself... which is really frustrating. At least his Aura should help with protecting him.]

[ooc: feel free to contact me through PM's or

sasageyo for additional plotting. I'm hoping not to cause anyone's death, so please save him before he yells any names.]

Arrival

[ Rhys wakes in a bathtub and his first thought is "oh god, do I still have all my organs?" but after a moment of initial panic and pulling at his shirt to make sure he's relieved to find no evidence of such a thing. No pain, not blood, no stitches. All good signs.

His next thought is about the weird dream he just had, probably due to the last thing he remembers; being pistol whipped across the face by some masked asshole.

And thirdly, and what should have probably been his second thought, is "Where the hell am I?"

There's a lot of bad things about the current situation he's in, but as he lifts himself from the tub to try and get up and figure out where he's ended up his most pressing concern is that he is absolutely soaked. What kind of asshole just dumps a well dressed man into a full tub? Don't they know that this kind of material damages easily??? (At least they had the decency to leave his cybernetic arm hanging out the side, but still!)

So. First order of business? Drying off. Then he can work out how to get out of here and back to his business. Only one small problem, it sounds like he's not alone in this house. ]

Ch-Ch-Changes

[ This can't be Pandora, can it? Sure, he hasn't explored the entire planet or anything, but the place definitely has a certain (terrible) aesthetic that permeates every settlement. This place is far too quaint with the various inhabitants he's seen looking way too civilized to be a Pandoran native.

After some aimless wandering, he'll eventually stop someone. ]

Hey, you know like you look the place. What planet am I on? Star system?

[Arrival]

Wen Ning stood in the middle of the streets wearing a confused expression on his face. This was no longer China or where he had been standing last second. He remembered being in conversation with his cousin and now he was a lone in some strange street. The houses surrounding him were foreign. He pulled his cloak tighter around him and made sure his hood shrouded his face and kept the black veins on his neck hidden. He also made sure the chains he wore were carefully hidden and kept away. However, nothing could be done to silence the rattling they made when he moved. What was this place? Why was he here and how did he get here? With a wary sigh, Wen Ning continued to walk down the street, studying his new surroundings and keeping alert. Did he dare to approach another person for information or should he investigate the buildings? He settled for observing. He always learned a lot from watching those around him.

[Pumpkins]

Curiously, Wen Ning studied the various jack o lanterns haven never seen anything like this in his life. An amused smile crept on his face as he casually picked one or two up to look at them. When As he studied a few others, he realized that many of the faces were staring at him and watching his every move. That was unexpected. Was it some kind of spirit playing a trick? They also seemed to be...following him and almost crowd around him. That made him more self conscious and uneasy. He stepped away from them.

[Wild Card]

Feel free to make your own prompt and I'll tag along.

[I.]
[So the pumpkins aren't particularly a thing Artorius is used to.

He's used to the gourds, don't get him wrong, it's just this whole tradition around them is a little...different than he's used to, and it takes him a brief while to ascertain what they're here for, and as they seem harmless enough he generally, for a while, pays them no mind.

For a while.

He wouldn't consider them to be possessed of any sort of great sin or evil, as they seem to be too benevolent for that - and perhaps "benevolent" is a strong word, it's true, but there isn't much else to consider something that doesn't seem to wish any ill will upon those that wish them no ill will in turn, particularly when they have the advantage in numbers. Benign, maybe. It's difficult to tell. Either way, they don't seem terrible, even if some of them do have the most dreadful expressions carved into them…

Artorius hasn't harmed them any, far from. He isn't interested in smashing or destroying them. What is interesting is how they gather toward those that have; it's possible that he's seen this for himself, or maybe he just wants to know what this one's goddamn damage is. Either way, that is why we have someone dressed for all the world like some sort of saint or the actual Pope or something, settled on the steps near some of them and appearing to be...petting them? Consoling them, maybe. Who knows. He's certainly talking very quietly to them like he's certain they can understand him just fine, though that really isn't unusual for him in any way.

Either way, he seems very content to look like a goddamn weirdo in public, and if he's approached he'll speak without even looking up.]

...They seem distressed. If you choose to relieve that in any way you see fit, I can only assume it would be appreciated.

[...He's infinitely more formal with you than he is the pumpkins.]

[II.]
[The heart game is...hm. It isn't something that he finds particularly difficult, mind, outside of working out how any of the device works. How does literally any of this- ...the height of his world's communication is either magic or messenger pigeon depending on who you ask and this thing is currently yelling at him? Give him a second.]

i would hardly say this is worthy of calling it a confession, unless you plan for the rites of some to be particularly sordid. in which case, i am not sure why such things would be disclosed to anyone who might happen to ask.

personally, i do not celebrate such things anymore.

coffee break
[Sandalphon's world doesn't have fancy machines to make lattes with, so he's more interested in that than the actual lattes themselves, honestly—he's tried a couple of flavors, and they're all way too sweet or milky or both for his personal preference. They're good references for his own coffee shop back home, but now he's got like four lattes he's taken a sip from and nothing to do with them.

Might as well try to foist them off on other people.]

Excuse me. I've ended up with more of these than I can drink. Do you want one?

pumpkin slice latte
[Sandalphon's already had some...embarrassing reactions to Halloween in his own world, to say the least, but he's determined not to look like an idiot this time.

It lasts for maybe a few hours before he's pointing a sword at one of the pumpkins in the street. He hasn't resorted to attacking them just yet, but he's getting quite tired of the feeling that he's being watched.]

What's your angle here? If you don't begin to speak, I won't show you any mercy.

heart game
[Sandalphon might have been born in a lab, but technology isn't his strong suit, so it takes him a bit to figure out how to respond. Once he does, though, it's characteristically blunt:]

I'm still not sure I understand the importance this has to people, but I know enough that it's a precious time for many. However, I have no way of celebrating the seasons changing myself. It's something I'd like to learn about, given time.

wildcard
[if you want to do something else just make it up and I'll go along with it.]

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i. changes

[ This man has shed his feather boa (what was he doing wearing that?) and is experimentally tasting a nearby bowl of soup. Well, what he's actually doing is staring anyone vaguely attractive in the eye and slo-o-owly licking up the bowl of the spoon with the tip of his tongue. While holding direct eye-contact.

Hey, he's the angel of cunning, not the angel of subtlety. ]

Still warm. Tastes just like a nice, friendly cuddle. [ He scoops up another mouthful and raises his eyebrows. ] Join me?

ii. pumpkins

[ Belial has been bad. Very, very, bad. He has, in fact, collected a small army of pumpkins, climbed a nearby house, and is now dropping them onto the stones below. Splat. Splat. Splat.

He is drawing a crowd. A crowd of orange gourds. And every single time he looks back and sees another one, he smiles toothily. ]

How many will it take...? [ And he turns around and drops another pumpkin off the edge of the roof. Watch your head. ]

iii. horse prompt

[ Belial's already gotten on the horse, silly. Nothing like a free ride to pass the time. It has gotten to the point where he needs to bite his lip to both stave off the pain and the creeping urge to say... a name? ]

More. More, you hear me? You need to give me more than that if you want me to scream for you.

[ ... It's clear that he should want to get off, but it's less clear which sense of the phrase he'd use. ]

iv. confession

With stimulating company, of course. Then again, any season is nice with someone close, isn't it? Kind of makes me wish for the good old days.

v. wildcard

[ ota, pick your poison, i'm very sorry he's like this, etc. ]

[ 1. Changes ]

If there's something that tantalises Fai, that isn't alcohol related, it's the sweets department. And a sweet coffee is a delightful throwback to his days of running a café in Outo. The first sip of the latte absolutely makes him melt, the flavour being everything he hoped for.

And then he finds the urge to find and wear a rather cute and warm sweater outfit, tying his hair back in a half-ponytail, and an urge to put cute autumn decorations everywhere. Though, this isn't exactly strange to him at all - he's always had an adoration for the cute. It's hard to say it's the coffee affecting him and not his personality.

He starts weaving a wreath made from leaves. But somehow, they seem incomplete. He stares at them pensively, and just as he comes to a conclusion, you happen to be nearby. And he'll greet you with a smile.

"Hey, want to help~?" He holds up the half-finished wreath for emphasis. "I need to find some berry branches, too."

[ 2. What A Ride ]

When Fai notices the dull, lonely horse, he pokes his head around to get a closer look; he figures its got to be hungry and he heads over without any hesitation after grabbing an apple.

"Here you go," he says with a smile, offering it pats along its neck. He spends a little more time with it, and with a, "I guess I'll see you later~," he tries to go back to what he was doing before.

But the horse nudges against him, causing Fai to stop in his tracks. He looks back at the horse with confusion and mild concern. And with the horse's huge eyes, Fai figures he can stay a little longer.

"You want someone to ride you, huh?" he smiles gently at the horse. The horse almost seems to nod, bobbing its head like that.

"Alright, alright," Fai answers with a chuckle. Fai manages to mount it smoothly.

"Where to, then?" he barely manages to get out before the horse turns black and his clothes morph. Fai's eyes widen worriedly as a whip appears in his hand and chains wrap around him. He tries to jerk away, but he can't seem to get off, and he's trying not to show that he's struggling even more to let go.

Maybe he should use magic? Just enough to dislodge himself (though he'd rather not). But before he can give it even a second thought, the horse is off, cantering in whatever direction it sees fit. Oh, no!

Fai tries to pull the reins to slow the horse down, but it doesn't listen to him. The panic he's feeling becomes much more apparent on his face as he tries to figure out how to control the horse.

[ 3. Heart Game ]

When Fai hears the beeping alert, at first he's confused. Why is this device shaking and screaming so violently? He pokes around at it before figuring how to open up the game, and then he reads the question.

"A confession?"

And it's an almost peculiar one, at that. In both of his homeworlds, Valeria and Celes, they were covered in snow. And even though he's seen different seasons in different worlds, he never got to witness their change or celebrate them.

But he still gives a bright smile.

"That's easy - Alcohol!"

After all, what occasion is complete without it? And he loves alcohol more than he loves food. If he had the chance to celebrate a seasonal change, that's how he would.

i. los cambios —

[ There's a shootout, the Charon soldiers bursting into the office—and then Lopez is here, on an average street in an average town in who-knows-where. He looks around, turning in a short arc. ]

Huh.

[ He has a tendency to talk to himself, borne of being the only one that ever holds it together in any given situation, being the only one that can even understand what it is he has to say. So he starts muttering to himself in his usual monotone, robotic voice. ]

Figures I'd end up alone.

[ He starts then, gives another little turn, trying to work out what's going on here. ]

What? Why am I speaking English? I can't speak English!

ii. las calabazas —

[ Lopez walks up to the front of a shop where a line of pumpkins is arranged, almost blocking his way in. Slightly annoyed, he gives the pumpkin closest to the middle a good kick. ]

What do you think you're doing, in the middle of the way?

[ The pumpkin rolls over to the edge of the front stoop and lands on its side. And then the expressions on the pumpkins' faces seem to change.

Lopez looks at them. ]

I'm going out of my mind.

iii. juego de corazones —

[ Lopez frowns when the beeping begins, eventually giving up on knocking the device against the table and selecting the game instead. He's annoyed at the question and tries to ignore it, but he can't. It won't let him. ]

I'm not shy. And I don't celebrate the seasons. I've never been in a place where the seasons changed.

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