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pedalbike2020-09-18 07:11 pm
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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!
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[Leaning back on his haunches, he glances back up toward Connor.]
Possibly one of the kami being a troublemaker, unless this is normal here.
Do we know if they've attacked anyone?
[... It might be concerning that that's his honest to God first thought, but hey. The second thought is--]
... What was your name? [He'd probably just addressed passersby without thinking about silly things like pleasantries.]
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[Connor doesn't know what that is.]
I haven't seen them attack anyone. And my name is Connor. What's yours?
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[he seems weirdly used to this explanation.]
Donar. And at least they haven't attacked anything. [giving a sigh, he picks up the nearby pumpkin.] Is this sort of thing normal here? Not pumpkins, obviously, but... [it's wacky.]
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[Connor doesn't know how he feels about higher powers yet. Other "deviants" latched onto rA9, but Connor would rather follow someone- or something- tangible. Markus could very well be rA9, but that won't be why Connor follows him.]
I'm really not sure what counts as "normal" around here yet. I'm going to say it's strange, so it's probably normal.
[That makes no sense, but neither does this place!]
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Sensible. [There's a heavy sigh, as he looks the pumpkin over - nothing to see here, save perhaps the persistence of the creepy stare whenever the face is turned toward them.] I take it you haven't been here all that long either, then. Damn.
[He doesn't know what to do in response to it, really. His only skills are in smashing things and defending people.]
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[He shakes his head.]
Just long enough to see monsters stuck in my bedroom wall, and to hear voices. Long enough to almost be crushed to death by an unseen force inside a clinic of all places, too.
[Long enough to be shot in the head before that could happen, and wake up on a bench half an hour later.]
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That... [What do you even say to that? Donar sure as shit doesn't know.] That sounds like one hell of a month to be dealing with things. My condolences.
[Never mind that he's apparently also stuck here, now. He's just going to set the pumpkin down and... uh. Try to... figure out what to say. Good job, Donar. After that, he'll just sort of lean against something nearby, gaze wandering some as he thinks, but largely kept on Connor because that's polite, right?]
Strange, that no one would come out with information about what they're doing to people in a month.
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...But thank you. It's been something.
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... Augh, it's too much to figure out. Donar's expression doesn't change much, but there's a sense of frustration in it.]
It's that or blindly guessing, then. Cryptics aren't my strong suit, so I might have to leave that sort of... ideal to someone else. [He inclines his head lightly at the thanks.]
Life's hard enough without someone to talk to.
[Is he speaking from experience? Who knows. He won't say.]
What do we have for resources, over the last month? [Not that he can put things together, but... he does like to know what's around.]
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[His "world"... what an odd concept, still.]
And it seems to refill itself, too. I'm not sure how, I've never seen anyone restocking the shelves. It's... well, free, for now. You just use the blank card provided to you to pay for it. I don't doubt that we'll have to pay somehow sooner or later, though.
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... Right. Use at your own risk, then. Or absolute necessity.
[That's fine. He's lived on little and less before, and he probably will again (not if the people around him have any say in it).
... but Gods, does he wish he as more of a strategist to do something with all this. He's just rubbing his temple now, trying to figure out what to do with... the information he has.
Eugh. He's just going to meet people and decide to protect them. It'll be great.]
Any idea on how many people are here, then?