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!

Comments

[extinctive]

Either way, it sounded like you got your work cut out for you. Maybe now you can finally take some time off from all the work you've done in your world.

[ in some haunted-ass town??? yes. give figaro a moment to take a sip of his coffee before shaking his head. ]

Schools for humans, yes. But most wizards usually learn magic from their fellow kin - there aren't enough of us to fill a classroom, for one.

[ wizards either get by on their own, or someone else takes them under their wing. it's endearing at first glance, but with how their numbers have dwindled over the years, it'd be a miracle to encounter someone who'd take you on with them. ]

[unnecessities]

Are people really that disinterested in learning magic? I'll admit it's not my strong suit either, but...

[But it's so common in his world he can't imagine something like that.]

[extinctive]

It's not that they weren't interested... Well, I guess it depends on what country you come from. Most of us had to hide the fact that we're wizards from public in order to protect ourselves from discrimination.

[ it's harsher in the east, but there were some humans in the south who were just as mean to humans. mitile had to hole himself up in his room for a while, in fact. ]

[unnecessities]

Maybe I don't understand mortal society as well as I thought, but isn't it generally the strong who suppress the weak, instead of the other way around?

[Wizards have magic, after all.]

[extinctive]

Ahaha, now you're speaking like someone who came from the North. A wizard's demeanor is dependent on the place they grew up in, and even if they learn to adapt in a different country, it's still rather impossible to get rid of that side of you.

But I'm only a weak wizard from the South, you know? I couldn't relate to that kind of thinking at all. I'd rather resolve problems through peaceful means, if I could help it.

[ 😇 ]

[unnecessities]

[Would that Sandalphon's problems could have also been solved via peaceful methods.]

...I'm well acquainted with the art of question avoidance, so I suppose I'll let you have that one. It was something of a rude question.

[It's the kind of deflective answer he'd expect from someone like Lucifer.]

[extinctive]

[ hm, this man's quite perceptive. but hey, so long as it works. ]

Not at all. I suppose other worlds like yours treat their magical folk just as differently, then?

[ wow, imagine a world where wizards aren't oppressed for every little thing they do ]

[unnecessities]

[Figaro is free to think that until he reads The Maydays.]

Magical ability is fairly commonplace where I'm from. It isn't something that everyone has, but I've never heard of someone being discriminated against for using it. There are certainly kinds of magic that are viewed less favorably than others, though.

[Necromancy, for instance.]