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2nd Event: Choices We Make
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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!
A.i. !!
[ Matter-of-factly, in that tired, humoring sort of way, ] Have you tried closing and opening it again?
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Guess not. [And she lets go of the handle, sighing.] Say, are you from around here?
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[ Was it? Absolutely not. But always have hope, right..? ]
Not at all, [ he shakes his head, taking a few steps closer to both the door and this strange little woman. ] This isn't your house, is it?
[ Should he have knocked? Probably. ... A beat, before he gestures at the door. ]
How about knocking? You might get more results if you're polite.
[ Whatever it is she's trying to accomplish... ]
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[Seeing that hers burned down a few years ago oops. Suddenly, she wonders just how much she should be talking here. Appearing in a new place is weird but she is supposed to keep all of this supernatural stuff on the DL. She probably shouldn't be going on about magic doors or other worlds or anything. Even if this place isn't Kepler, it sure still looks like Earth.
She abandons the door, shoving her hands into her pockets after pushing her sunglasses higher on her face to hide the fact that one of her eyes is sporting an orange color. New development for her. As she turns toward the strange man, she shrugs as she finally gets a good look at him.]
Honestly? I don't know where 'here' is.
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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. ]
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[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?
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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. ]
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Listen. I don't really have a good explanation for it. Just that I wasn't inside that house before I came out that door and I thought going back through it would send me back home.
[There. She's just going to lay the weird out on the table for him.]
Any chance you just magically appeared here too?