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

Kate Denson | Dead By Daylight

[hopesong]

arrival.

[One moment, she's running for her life from a killer clown throwing his weird gaseous bottles at her, causing her vision to blur and her head to feel light and her body sluggish, and all she can do is duck through the doorway of what she assumes to be the killer shack, and the next she can suddenly breathe again, the air is clear, the thrum of her heart in her chest is still ever present, but lesser now. There's... a town, in front of her. An actual town, and Kate has to stop, to stare, in clothing so blood splattered that it makes her look like she's come out of a thriller movie.

The blood is all her own, though, and some of the cuts on her body are still bleeding as she stands there, awestruck in the moment. The pain itself feels dull. Far away.]

What in the world?

[Her voice is notably breathless, but there's a note to it, of wonder, of awe, and she doesn't even realize it as tears start streaming down her face and she herself feels like she could just collapse where she stands. It's... been a long time, since she's seen the sun, she realizes suddenly.]

changes.

[Even later, once she's got her head together, Kate still can't believe her situation. The fog that rolls in, she expects it to creep about her ankles mid-morning stroll, expects to be whisked away into a trial and a fight for her life that she may or may not loose.

Nothing like that happens. Even after a few minutes, a few hours, but she still looks shaken, arms gripping herself, a way to self sooth, and the first person she sees is who she flags down. A conversation to soothe her nerves. Anything.]

Hey there, sugar. Would you mind terribly just sittin' an' chattin' with me for a bit?

[Her smile is soft, friendly, even if her posture otherwise says she's ready to bolt at any moment.]

what a ride.

[The horse alarms it. It reminds her of Maurice, the horse in Father Campbell's Chapel, though this one isn't bleeding from the mouth, burnt and missing half its face. Doesn't have another eye, embedded in its head.

Mostly, she doesn't like how it's acting. It's not natural. She's grown up around horses, at the family ranch. And should anyone seem like they're about to ride it, she'll grab them by the shoulder firmly in an attempt to hold them in place.]

Don't. There's somethin' not right about that animal.

heartgame.

It's been a long time since I've celebrated the changing seasons. Used to go up to Yellowstone every winter to climb the frozen waterfalls there with my family. Other than that, the traditional Thanksgiving and Halloween for Autumn, Christmas in December, things like that.

wildcard.

[Have something in mind? Go for it! Kate has her guitar with her, and it's very likely she'll make her way into a populated area to put on a one person concert. She'll likely be singing some kind of hopeful tune, of joy or family.

Feel free to pm this journal or hit up yakule on plurk if you'd like your own starter!]

changes

[plasticasshole]

[Connor is just glad the fog is gone, and that he can go back to the cottage again. He's heard that new people have shown up though, and he's out wandering in search of Hank. Y'know... just incase.

Who is he to turn down a conversation, though? Especially when the girl looks so frightened. Connor gives her an easy smile, nodding.]

Of course. Did you just arrive here?

[hopesong]

That's right, hun. I did just arrive here, though I can't say I know where "Here" is. [She pauses, looking him over in full. There's nothing about him that's immediately alarming, save for the weird... head gear, but it's not enough to set her heartbeat thundering in her ears.]

I reckon you'd know more than me, so if you wouldn't mind helpin' a gal out, I'd appreciate it.

[plasticasshole]

I know this is the South Sister Town Center. I don't think anyone knows exactly where that is, though.

[If they do, he missed it.]

I do know it can be dangerous here, though. Not right now from what I can tell, but you should still be careful. Do you have any weapons on you?

c-c-c-changes

[paperpusher]

[There's definitely something supernatural going on around here, and that would be obvious even without the lingering fog and the fact that it was early summer this morning. It's got Natori on high alert for anyone who could be behind it. Like, say, strangers asking for a friendly chat.

...Then again, she looks legitimately shaken, like she's more likely to run than he is, and he hasn't seen many youkai who would take a non-Japanese appearance. What if she's human? If she is, and she's trapped here like he is, he absolutely needs to help her. Then again, if she's not, and she's trying to lure him in...

God, he wishes it wasn't this complicated. After a second of internal deliberation, during which he keeps his face carefully politely curious, he lets out a quiet sigh before covering it up with a friendly, if distant, smile.] I'm not in a hurry. Are you alright?

[He doesn't make a move to close the last few feet between them, though.]

[hopesong]

I'm fine. [She nods along with her words, thankful for the fact that he did stop to chat. She'll get her bearings yet.]

Physically, anyway. [The Entity always saw to that, healing any inflicted wounds and even restoring limbs when it needed to.] Mentally, I'm just tryin' to figure things out, hun. Can't tell if I should be relieved or not yet.

[paperpusher]

Trying to figure things out... [he repeats, furrowing his brow. He's not sure what there is to be relieved about, but still, it's worth a shot--] Don't tell me you've just arrived here too?

arrival (i am so happy)

[elbowpads]

( fuck kate, just dc. there's no penalties. fuck clown. if he's running exhaustion add-ons, he has a small pp. )

Ma'am?

( his voice is quiet. it's been a long time since he's seen the sun, too. the manor never afforded him any kind of light or peace like this, though the outside environment... it's similar to the memories he's run through. the chases he's endured. )

Are you okay? ( the blood has him instantly worried. he could probably tend to some of those cuts and bruises, but whatever has her crying? naib's not sure he can do much about that.

besides, he's already done his. his face is dry, though his eyes are a little pink. the sun, even diluted, is better than the murky and dusty darkness he's accustomed to. )

clown has small pp build pass it on

[hopesong]

[The voice startles her out of her stupor, and jolts, facing the voice and looking for all in the world like she's ready to bolt from some unseen threat, her heart hammering in her ears as adrenaline floods her system.

But it doesn't need to, and she has to squint at the person, taking a moment to realize that the words that were spoken were out of concern, and she has to wipe her eyes, because everything is a little blurry, she realizes.

(It only serves to smear the blood around, but it was worth a shot.)]

Ah, sorry, hun. I look like a right mess, don't I? I'm fine, don't worry about me. [... Ah, the blood is probably the most alarming, but what do you say to that? Don't worry? It's mine?

... That'd make things worse, so she'll... just cross that bridge when she gets to it.]

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

[elbowpads]

( 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. )

What a Ride

[psychotronics]

[Morgan actually has absolutely zero interest in getting on that horse. She doesn't really do animals? More specifically, she doesn't fuck with big farm animals, because a horse is about as foreign to Morgan as a space shuttle probably is to Kate.]

I'll tell you what's not right about it: it's a horse.

[She's pretty sure they're universally just naturally creepy, like. As a taxonomical class.]

[hopesong]

Ain't nothing wrong with horses.

[Except this one, who nudges into Kate's side, in a way she's forced to side step to ignore, because there's something off about it. Untrustworthy horse!]

Except this one.

And Maurice.

[psychotronics]

[Morgan takes a few too-quick steps backwards when the weird horse steps up to nudge Kate, her typically calm exterior briefly rattled.]

Yeah, I don't know who Maurice is, but on that first point I'm gonna have to continue to disagree with you.

[Holy shit, she'd never really realized how big these things are! It's bad!]

what a ride

[edgevassal]

[Hubert keeps himself a good distance away from the creature, as visibly wary as he'll ever let himself be. He has a healthy respect for horses and the strength with which they can kick you in the teeth.]

I assure you, I had no such intentions.

[The horse can stay plenty weird over there.]

[hopesong]

Glad to hear it, hun.

[Wow, someone has a goth phase going on.

Reminds her of when she went to a metal concert in Germany one year. What a time that was.]

[edgevassal]

[It's not a PHASE, MOM!!!!! Hubert continues to eye the thing uneasily as he shifts his weight; one can never be too unprepared, and he is the last person to recognize when a horse is about to charge.]

I'm afraid horses are rather outside my area of expertise.

[He'd prefer to stay on the ground. Thanks. Nevertheless, even he can tell the creature is being bizarre.] Whatever reason it has to be acting this way, I'm sure it's nothing good.

arrival, exactly what kate probably does NOT want...

[doubtfulknight]

[It's the scent of blood that draws Larkspur's immediate attention--blood, adrenaline, and a pounding heartbeat where moments before there hadn't been one, here where he'd been scouting the town's quiet outskirts. He turns inexorably toward that scent, the casual amble he'd been using to patrol turning to something more intent.

More like stalking, more like placing each foot on the grassy verge of the road in a way that won't alert his "quarry". Black instinct demands as much, though when she speaks up in a voice filled with tears he stops dead, and silently hates himself for what he'd been doing.

But he doesn't turn around and leave. She's bleeding and new-arrived, after all.

She's facing away from him, by her voice. He'll be an unpleasant surprise if he doesn't announce his presence...and, probably, if he does. But so it went.

He clears his throat.]

Something out of the world, I think.

How bad are you hurt?

[Light, don't let her be too alarmed when she notices him over there like something that doesn't belong in daylight.]

yeah sorry about that,

[hopesong]

[She's startled by a voice, wipes her eyes as she turns, voice stronger than it was before.]

I'm not surprised, but I'm fine, thanks for-

[Asking, is what she'd finish with as she turns around, only to come face to face with something distinctly non-human, and there's a deep-seated terror that runs through her veins in an instant as adrenaline courses through her system.

She freezes, then takes a step back.

And then bolts, fast, swift, because whatever killer this is, they're too close. She'll be put on a hook, and this trial has- well, she doesn't know. Shouldn't the Clown be chasing her? Her head is in a whirl, but instinct is so much stronger.]

is there a record on the books for shortest completed TDM thread

[doubtfulknight]

[Well, fuck.

That is exactly the worst thing she could have done because now he very much wants to run after her.

catch it catch it catch it END IT--

Very--very deliberately, Larkspur turns his back to the sprinting woman and plunks himself ungracefully down on the ground to put his head between his knees.

Deep breaths. Not that he needs to breathe, but forcing himself to remember how is a workable distraction.]

changes | omg I'm so excited to see someone playing from DBD

[monstrology]

[Kate has flagged down a young man in religious garb in this instance. He was walking along with a notebook in hand, occasionally stopping to write something down every so often. He gives Kate a hard stare for a moment before easing into the kind smile that one might hope to expect from a priest. He doesn't put it on very often these days, but eh, this woman seems fine.]

Sure, why not? [He snaps the notebook closed and shoves it into his bag before joining Kate.] What's on your mind, miss? You look awfully shaken up...

[He can see this place coming off as unsettling to some, but the vibes that he's getting from Kate are a bit extreme.]

there's a few of us around!! i have a thread with a dwight and a susie elsewhere rn!

[hopesong]

I guess you could say that. [She laughs, the shaken look she has disappearing ever so slightly now that there's someone else around. Being alone isn't good! Especially somewhere new like this.

She still looks ready to bolt at any sudden noise, though.]

Just trying to figure out my surroundings. I don't really have too much of a clue as to what's going on around here.

round 2, heartgame boogaloo: now he's got a phone

[doubtfulknight]

whats hallow een

how do you celebrate it.. ..... [Damn it where's the--] ?

[there it is.]

she'll never know

[hopesong]

Halloween is more for kids, celebrated by them going door to door and knocking and saying trick-or-treat.

Then the adults give them candy.

Other than that, lots of people celebrate it by putting out spooky lawn ornaments.

wildcard.

[girlonthepier]

[ This very small girl in... well, what was once a very cute yellow dress is standing and watching this strange teenage girl play her instrument, eyes round with wonder. When she finishes her set, she absently lifts her hands and gives her a round of applause. Her hands stick a bit together, probably from whatever red stuff she was dunked in. (Promise it's not blood. Promise!) ]

You're so good! You're really good, that was amazing!

[hopesong]

[Listen, if it was blood, Kate 100% would not be surprised in the slightest. In fact, the red stuff that isn't blood doesn't even register in her head as out of place.]

Thanks, sugar.

[She gives a smile, and it's absolutely radiant. Her hands strum a few idle chords, but nothing more noteworthy than a general pleasing tune.]

You have any songs you wanna hear, little miss?