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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!
pumpkin overflow;
Did you lose it close by?
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(No, this is fine. He can work with this. It just means he can have more fun instead of someone ruining it for him!)
Perhaps.
(He puts one hand on his hip, careful to balance the pumpkin on his head so it doesn't fall,)
It must be somewhere around here.
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He points Tsurumaru in the direction of a long line of pumpkins framing a well-traveled path.]
If your head was replaced by a pumpkin, then it might be sitting around like the pumpkins are. We just have to look! If it tries to escape when we find it, I'll catch it.
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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.)
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Um... Sorry. It's this way.
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(Well, he doesn't mind being led away. Sometimes you're just a 1000 year old spirit that needs to be guided around like you're an actual grandpa.)
Thanks. Ah, it's difficult to see like this.
(Not because he's missing his eyes or anything. Hmm, how long can he keep this up before he inevitable drops and smashes this pumpkin onto the ground.)
I'm surprised. I don't think most people would normally be this friendly...
( Anyway! To the pumpkin patch they go and there doesn't appear to be a single head to be seen unless you count all of the pumpkin heads)
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[Is Kabane acting strange, being so eager to help this person find their head? Maybe. He supposes he doesn't know very many people who would offer such a service. It's not exactly a common situation.]
Maybe it's because I've done this sort of job before.
[He throws out casually as he surveys the distinct lack of severed heads surrounding them.]
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And how many heads have you found in your time?
(He’s teasing! It’s not like he’s actually gone head hunting or anything before haha. He’s just a kid. That would be weird.)
...
What do you see?
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[Has he gone sewer diving for a dullahan's head? He sure has.]
But that's it. I don't see your head with the pumpkins.
[...]
Should we check inside the pumpkins?
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Really? (...) A real head?
(Also maybe just maybe some of the pumpkins might be glowering at Tsurumaru! It's not like he kind of gutted one of their own for his dumb prank. It was heavy? He needed to make it lighter!! Not that he can tell since he's got himself all covered up.)
My.... I wonder if pumpkins can eat heads.
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He marches over and reaches up to grab the pumpkin atop Tsurumaru's head, one hand on each side. He stares the gourd down with grave sobriety, then yanks it out from under Tsurumaru's hood.]
Spit out his head!
1/2
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Hhhh.... (And he holds his stomach, bending over as he laughs loudy,) Hahaha!
(And when stands back up... he pulls his cloak down, the hood landing messily on top of his own head,)
Ah, well done, well done!
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It really ate your head? [That sure is something he took a wild guess at. He hadn't expected it to work so easily!] You're lucky it hadn't digested you yet.