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2nd Event: Choices We Make


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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!
paperpusher: (I'm still fighting for peace)

[personal profile] paperpusher 2020-09-19 05:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[He nods like it's just what he'd expected her to say, then sighs. If she's one of those, there's not much point in putting it off...]

I'm sorry. I should've been upfront, Miss Denson. [he's trying.] I investigate this sort of thing for a living. [He pauses briefly, before amending it to] Well, as my true profession, anyway. Curses, traps... I'm going to try my best to dispel it as quickly as possible, but if it's powerful enough to pull us both in from totally different places... If you could tell me what you know so far, I'd appreciate it.
Edited (curse you html) 2020-09-19 17:57 (UTC)
hopesong: (Lithe)

[personal profile] hopesong 2020-09-19 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[She can't help it, his concern is- touching, and it's so unbelievably out of place. She's used to the more reserved kind of concern, where it's not that they don't care, but it's just so common place, that the most that happens is wounds getting patched and cared for.

Nothing like this. Kate has to muffle her laughter, wave her hand.
]

Aw, darlin', I'm touched at your concern. I'm fine, really. And no, I wasn't trapped in a building.[... Sometimes.] All my injuries have healed, and can't say I'm too hungry or thirsty. I'm fine, and I'll continue to be fine, promise.

kidthesedays: (pic#13059042)

number five | the umbrella academy (pardon my lack of s2 icons)

[personal profile] kidthesedays 2020-09-19 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[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 [plurk.com profile] cerebrah for whatever!]
organfarm: (✚ 008)

Jion Haru | original

[personal profile] organfarm 2020-09-19 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)
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! ]
hopesong: All icons are commissioned from <user name=zeeco site=plurk.com> DNT (Boil Over)

html gets us all in the end

[personal profile] hopesong 2020-09-19 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[She listens, and she's silent. It's not that she doesn't believe in the supernatural, she'd be a fool not to, with what she's seen, dealt with, and occasionally died to. It's more that... It's hard. To explain what it is, what's happened, and where she came from. That there are others, potentially just as trapped as her. Still trapped, needing to be rescued.

Those tossed into the void, drained to their last by the Entity, who have given up entirely.
]

Hun, it's not that I don't believe you, but I quite frankly wouldn't even begin to know how to explain what I've been through and where I came from.
flowertalks: (120)

[personal profile] flowertalks 2020-09-19 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the nerd's bedroom is fine! she doesn't think it's so bad. but his question is a difficult one to answer with specifics, so. ]

Hmm. That's a hard one. [ she says that quite casually, like she's as calm as possible about this. on the inside, she's not as calm as she appears. but she'll figure it out. ] I guess... a street?

[ she's not wrong! and maybe that's enough to show that she definitely wasn't here. ]

[personal profile] ex_pathway290 2020-09-19 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Connor...?" It's purely said in confusion. Of all people to see there, that wasn't who he was expecting to see. He glances back at the doorway again. What in the world. "This... isn't quite the place I was expecting to be."
flowertalks: (519)

[personal profile] flowertalks 2020-09-19 06:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ oh, a new friend. a robot-y new friend! she'll speak to him just like normal, with the same casual tone she just used on the pumpkins. like nothing's strange about any of this.

and she nods her head in response. ]


Yup. I thought maybe that's what it wanted.
steppedad: (day 9)

[personal profile] steppedad 2020-09-19 06:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oh, no, he wasn't genuinely trying to give her shit about her suspicious door obsession... Well, maybe a little shit. Sorry. ]

That makes two of us, then.

[ And honestly? He has no theories. This place is completely foreign to him, a small town stranger than a dreamscape, and that's saying something. He sighs. At least it's a warmer welcome than he's used to receiving from stumbling into a house that isn't his. Anyway, this strange man is a tall one, though he stands slightly stooped and very still. With a face that looks stuck in a grumpy rut, but he seems... pleasant enough. Pleasant enough to continue his mild joshing. ]

So wait, if it's definitely not yours... What, are you testing your lockpicking skills? Trying to psych out the other doors? [ If she can walk through one, she can walk through any! That sounds just off the wall enough. ]
flowertalks: (519)

[personal profile] flowertalks 2020-09-19 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ well it's certainly not the latter, but aerith believes wholeheartedly in her little attempt. ]

Aw, you don't know that. Maybe they have a lot to say.

[ and she's here to hear it!! if they want, that is. ]
wray: (027)

i.

[personal profile] wray 2020-09-19 06:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ sometimes it doesn't pay to mind your own business.

even though six has been keeping to himself, nothing could have prepared him for the sudden flurry of activity behind him. he turns around just in time to watch a big fellow collapse into a pile of shrubbery. his ears twitch, but he can't help that reaction.

he peers over at the other, noting that the man is covered in blood. his voice seems calm for someone who'd just witnessed this sight. ]


Are you injured?
plasticasshole: (◎ and when i woke)

[personal profile] plasticasshole 2020-09-19 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't expect it was, no."

Connor ushers Markus inside though, placing a hand gently on his shoulder to steer him to the old couch in the room.

"Here. If you sit down, I'll explain as best as I can."
cranelike: (pic#13602597)

tsurumaru kuninaga | touken ranbu

[personal profile] cranelike 2020-09-19 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)
— 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 [plurk.com profile] eski if you'd like to do something else.)
plasticasshole: (◎ i'm feeling immortal)

[personal profile] plasticasshole 2020-09-19 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[He seems confused, but doesn't push it further.]

If you're sure... what injuries, if you don't mind me asking?
paperpusher: (only to find I've come alive)

[personal profile] paperpusher 2020-09-19 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Haha, that's fair. I can't say I shouldn't have expected that. [he says easily, and the truth is he really isn't bothered even if she didn't believe him. He's secure enough now in what he sees and what he does, knows enough people who perceive the same world he does, that it doesn't bother him anymore. But even putting that aside, it doesn't surprise him to hear that sort of response; he knows what he saw growing up, and he knows just the tip of the iceberg of what Natsume went through, and what it adds up to is that if she can see the lizard on his skin, she's got some sort of story to add to that.] Maybe what I should say instead is: did you see anything when you arrived here that might be useful for getting out?
fanstheflames: (Need to blow that crazy flame away)

Tsuruno Yui | Magia Record

[personal profile] fanstheflames 2020-09-19 06:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 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. ]
hopesong: (Lucky Break)

[personal profile] hopesong 2020-09-19 06:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Loaded question, and I don't want to bore you by listin' them all off.

[Also, it's hard to explain how many times she's lost her fingers, her head, been chainsawed in two, shot through the back of the head by a harpoon gun...

It's a lot.
]
federalpoolinspector: @rariteehee (Yeah we'll be counting stars)

[personal profile] federalpoolinspector 2020-09-19 06:31 pm (UTC)(link)
It is! I haven't done it since I was a kid but now's a good time for it.

And huh. Guess I went back in time. Or forward I guess?
robopriest: (latte)

pumpkins :)

[personal profile] robopriest 2020-09-19 06:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh? Looks like a dead man got himself a nice makeover.

[Says a familiar voice over his shoulder - if he should turn his head, he should find the malicious smirking face of a certain priest. His hair is tied in a short ponytail - there's a latte in his hand that he casually sips at.]

You should keep the look. Maybe it will make more people run away from you.
hopesong: (Lucky Break)

[personal profile] hopesong 2020-09-19 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Came through a door, unfortunately, that's all I can really say to that. Ain't got nothing else of value to help. Everything before then was... normal. For some measure of "Normal", anyhow.

[Who doesn't love being chased by a killer clown who wants your fingers?

Those are her guitar playing fingers, dammit.
]
plasticasshole: (◎ 'cause i'm not like these people)

[personal profile] plasticasshole 2020-09-19 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)
That many?

[He looks her over, but he can't see any visible scarring or healed wounds.]

Who hurt you?

[He wants to know incase they show up here.]
federalpoolinspector: @hiirenvirna (But baby I been)

[personal profile] federalpoolinspector 2020-09-19 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Uhhh...

[Here she looks like the cat that caught the mouse. Because she doesn't have any good excuse other than that she's been hopping between two worlds for a little while now and she was hoping the door would just zap her back home.]

Would you believe I was practicing for community theater?
hopesong: (Lithe)

[personal profile] hopesong 2020-09-19 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[The only thing he might notice, is a patch of lighter skin, near circular just above her slip on the left side, where she's been hooked through more times than she can count, opposite her crescent moon tattoo. A parting gift from the Entity, she supposes]

Another loaded question. [Again she laughs, waves him off.]

It's not that important, hun. I promise. The point is that I'm fine now.
robopriest: (cortado)

B

[personal profile] robopriest 2020-09-19 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[A cat? Don't mind this priest in a flashy eyepatch wandering over- he bends down to pet it, seemingly uncaring that there's a spooky hooded figure right next to it.]

You're very pretty. [He's talking to the cat, obviously, though he turns his head to look at the figure.] Are they yours?

[personal profile] ex_pathway290 2020-09-19 06:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Markus followed with a sincerely puzzled expression. But he went along with it without protest. "All right..."