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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!
wray: (113)

[personal profile] wray 2020-09-19 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ both of his ears are pointed straight up, alert and surprised that someone immediately goes for the most obvious question. he was hoping no one is going to point that out, but it's a good thing the mask is hiding his embarrassed face. ]

Of course not. [ who in their right mind would... ] I woke up like this.

[ if he had any say in the matter, he wouldn't be here at all. ]

Are you the one responsible for bringing me here?
torsion: (french kiss.)

jill valentine | resident evil (during desperate escape)

[personal profile] torsion 2020-09-19 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
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:
]
morns: (7)

[personal profile] morns 2020-09-19 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
what gods?

[ sure, she means that dismissively — if there are any gods in her world, they certainly aren't worth celebrating — but it's a question that needs answering nonetheless. ]
morns: (6)

!!! hi you!

[personal profile] morns 2020-09-19 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
only as an excuse for drinking.

[ in shitty costumes, usually. it's not a holiday she would care about losing, really. ]
glorification: pixiv 37705 (pic#14154772)

[personal profile] glorification 2020-09-19 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Do I have the face of a kidnapper? I've done no such thing.

[Well. So this isn't this guy's house either, huh. It definitely looks lived in, which means... are they both trespassing? Eichi hums, moving to peek around the bathroom before he finds a towel. With this, he approaches the side of the bath again, stretching it out for the blunt stranger.]

Here you are. You're soaking wet, so you'll catch a cold if you don't dry yourself. Ah, but I was brought here as well, you know? Or, rather, I somehow wandered in...

[A solid story.]
incapable: (pic#14202027)

i/a. ghost me i dare you :/

[personal profile] incapable 2020-09-19 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
( face to face, verine immediately breaks eye contact. he isn't exactly known for his mental fortitude. even so, there's a certain note of disdain in his voice when he mumbles: )

You're getting water everywhere.

( ... weirdo. )

Are you some kind of dog, not even having the sense to use a towel... at least shake yourself dry first, for the rest of us who have to clean up after you...

( the more he talks, the lower and lower his voice gets, until it's not clear if he's actually scolding six or just muttering to himself. he's still pretty pointedly looking everywhere but directly at him, though. )
robopriest: (espresso)

[personal profile] robopriest 2020-09-19 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[He looks her up and down, smirk widening.]

And why should I? Are you strong? I have to make sure you're worth my time. I don't just fight anyone, you know.
incapable: (pic#14142462)

c. un: sickBoy

[personal profile] incapable 2020-09-19 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)
It's not that strange if you think about it as celebrating you lived to see spring come, or whatever... people care more about their paychecks these days, but it's the same thing, in a way.

I thought something called "Confession" would be more about secrets than something this mundane, though...
steppedad: (day 7)

[personal profile] steppedad 2020-09-19 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Just like he doesn't have any good excuse for pressing her other than... well. Taking the pressure off the fact that he's also in this stranger's house. We're aaaall in this together. ]

Yeah? The Wherever-Here-Is Community Theater?

[ No, he wouldn't believe. He doesn't want to believe, either, if he hears one more theater metaphor he's going to explode. (And yet.) ]

What part are you hoping to land?

[ We have officially reached full Chain Yanking mode. ]
bootings: (002)

[personal profile] bootings 2020-09-19 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Pod 042 informs her promptly that there's an android standing at the door leading to the bathroom. ]

I... [ She puts the bottle of shampoo back and gets up. ] I might be. Do you live here?

[ Repeating "Emotions aren't allowed" countless times turns out to be useless in this kind of situation, apparently. While 2B can't be entirely sure, this looks like a place where humans would dwell. ]
ragsnbone: (no but srsly)

[personal profile] ragsnbone 2020-09-19 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
No..?

[ Well if he wasn't going to eat it, Wu Xie will. He takes one of the cubes and noms it, his cheeks bulging out as he chews. Turning around he heads back to the pot of now boiling water, setting the plate down. ]

It's nothing like that. We're in some weird place outside of anything like normal and I guess you must have just stepped into here for you to be asking that question.

[ He starts adding pasta to the boiling water. ] I'm trying to prevent stomach ulcers by cooking before my roommate gets back. Wanna help?
cranelike: (pic#13696824)

[personal profile] cranelike 2020-09-19 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
(also un: tsurumaru anyway!!)

Extras?
Oh, I see.
Are you someone special? Or maybe someone important?
I want to know!

I've already finished my game so if you have something more interesting to say, you should tell me. Maybe I'll return the favor~
elbowpads: (2)

i will flame any killer that uses exhaustion add-ons, don't @ me

[personal profile] elbowpads 2020-09-19 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
( well. she tried. thank goodness naib isn't squeamish! if anything, it's a pleasant and stark reminder that there's still someone fighting for something out there in the world. whether it's the same world he can't say for sure, but he's already experienced living that alternate reality/universe deal and honestly tiring life... and still does. probably.

he scoffs at the suggestion that he shouldn't worry. he's supposed to be a rescuer! emotions get in the way no matter what he does. it's what gives him the courage to ignore the fear that creeps into his heart before it drops him to his knees. )


Yeah, you do. But I'll worry about you no matter what... here.

( he has to have a handkerchief on him somewhere, and he draws one out of his hooded vest's pocket and holds it out. )

Sorry if it's a little dusty. ( dust gets everywhere in a very big house. even when he does so much moving. )
kidthesedays: (pic#13075107)

i am so, so sorry if this is not where you were going with this

[personal profile] kidthesedays 2020-09-19 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[Five looks the guy up and down with a glance and scoffs incredulously. Unkempt hair, eyepatch, and a cross? Inviting what looks like a thirteen-year-old boy back to his house? Might as well be a cartoon stereotype of a pedophile, to the point Five figures it almost has to be a misunderstanding. Either way, if the man was expecting social behavior, he'll be sorely disappointed.]

Fuck off.

[It's said with tired dismissal more than vitriol, but it's still, uh, pretty fkn rude.]
thiefmaster: (huh?)

[personal profile] thiefmaster 2020-09-19 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he does take a tiny step backwards, just in case of danger. but honestly, he's used to weird stuff. ]

If this is your place, sorry about appearing out of nowhere.

[ he lets his arms fold across his chest. ]
robopriest: (Default)

[personal profile] robopriest 2020-09-19 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh? You make it sound like its a challenge.

[Hm. How odd. Hansa gives the cat a light smile, but his eye is narrowed. He's familiar with mages and their numerous magical creations that answer their beck and call, but...this doesn't quite feel like one. He scratches the cat gently behind an ear.]

How long have you been together?
cranelike: (pic#13696829)

[personal profile] cranelike 2020-09-19 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
(This kid is too good.... he might feel a little bad for misleading him like this but he'll play along for now!)

Thank you. I'm grateful to have met such a helpful young man.

(Talking like an old man. Don't mind him.........)

It'll be easy to spot a head among pumpkins.

(And guess who goes... in the opposite direction... because his actual face and his real eyes are covered by his cloak under the pumpkin??? This guy.)
fogsong: (2)

♥♥♥!

[personal profile] fogsong 2020-09-19 08:06 pm (UTC)(link)
I think that's what most adults see it as. It used to be some end of harvest celebration thing. The pagans probably used it as an excuse to get drunk, too, though.
abruptfulmination: (♪We're an endless stream of choices)

[personal profile] abruptfulmination 2020-09-19 08:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Hmm. I don't know that I had much trouble with that.

... Being fair, though, it was the garden of a deity I was working in. Maybe it's different otherwise.
robopriest: (cortado)

five PLEASE

[personal profile] robopriest 2020-09-19 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)
That bad of a day, huh? Suit yourself.

[The statement does the equivalent of shooting a bullet at a brick wall - that is, the priest seems absolutely unmoved by the rudeness, just shrugging lightly as he takes a sip of his latte.]

The coffee's the cheap type anyways. Its not like you can expect that much from a haunted town where death doesn't matter.
apshot: (124)

[personal profile] apshot 2020-09-19 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ His is still probably just "Bakugou" because he hasn't told anyone his hero name yet. ]

You don't have anything to say that'd be interesting enough for me to care.

ragsnbone: (gah not a lecture)

01

[personal profile] ragsnbone 2020-09-19 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Five just appeared in the center of a room where a guy in dull gray pants and a tank top was making some kind of explosive device. From the debris laying around it was probably a place where someone sleeps, and this guy is comfortable enough that he doesn't actually expect to see another person just appear. To his credit he just sets the half-finished explosive down and arches an eyebrow, his voice dry with an accent that belongs more to high society than most. ]

Date to be announced. [ He brushes his hands against his pants legs and stands up, snagging a jacket from off a chair and swinging it on. ] Location also to be announced, though some careful surveying has led some of us to call this place Lookout Island. It's probably not the real name but what we have right now.

[ Smiling slightly, he leaves the jacket opening and toes his little project out of the way just in case. ] I don't think we've met yet... was that a power or did you just arrive here..?
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hopesong: (Dance With Me)

i dont even use exhaustion perks i use object of obsession like a true rank 1 survivor potato

[personal profile] hopesong 2020-09-19 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Better dusty than none at all, and I'm mighty grateful all the same.

[She'll take it, though she feels bad wiping away all the blood onto what would have been a perfectly god handkerchief. It's... not quite good enough to get all the blood that's splattered on her, but it at least clears up most of it.]

I'll make sure it's washed proper before I return it, hun. Don't wanna get your hands all mucked up with my blood.

[...Which indicates that she's covered head to toe in her own blood, which is weird, considering that she's got barely more than superficial wounds!

Dat P3 life
]
foxchi: (2)

[personal profile] foxchi 2020-09-19 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
( hm. seeing six reach for what looks like a weapon of some sort (unless he's going for something else but honestly kogi doesn't expect anything but a weapon at this point) has him shift his stance. a little more weight on his back foot, giving some balance and something to push off of if he needs to. )

Spirits. ( and then kogi looks up toward the sky, then back to the ground. ) That's probably the reason. Though, it doesn't seem like they're particularly aggressive...

( but he does get a sense that they are malevolent in nature. spirits know spirits. the pumpkin he had given a tap with his toe is openly confused. how does kogi know? are they similar? is kogi just a pumpkin in sword form? so many questions. )
wray: (108)

[personal profile] wray 2020-09-19 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ his left ear dips to the side before the rest of his follows, tilted in mild confusion. it's nost strange for someone to claim they've hit their head after a fall, but he's more confused about the latter statement. ]

If you are referring to me, then I am an Erune.

[ erune are so common where he's from that it's a bit strange to meet someone who doesn't know. then again, he doesn't know what this person's circumstances are like. he could have lived his life somewhere where that particular race never flourished.

he offers a hand to pull the man up. ]


Is your head the only thing you're concerned about?

[ are either of them ever going to bring up the blood? maybe later. ]