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

figaro / mahoutsukai no yakusoku

[extinctive]

1. arrival

[ getting poofed from one place to another is commonplace in figaro's world, what with oz's tendency to summon him and vice versa every time little arthur gets the tiniest scratches on him. but he can quite tell that he's in a whole different world from the moment he appears in someone's home, and lemme tell you - the vibes are rancid here.

it doesn't show in his face, though. he's pretty quick to recover on his feet, and he merely dusts his doctor's coat and offers the occupant of the house he's unceremoniously teleported to a sheepish smile. ]

Well - did you call me for a house call? My services actually come cheap this time.

[ yeah. let's go with that. ]

CHANGES...

[ ooh, lattes. don't mind if figaro takes a fuckin sip, and he shivers in delight as warmth permeates through his body. ]

Ahh, now that hit the spot. But wouldn't it be nice if there's a little bit of alcohol in this? Unless you don't drink, of course.

[ wink wink, nudge nudge. ever the drunkard. but hey, it's all in good fun. ]

heartgame

[ tfw your resident genius back home didn't finish inventing the smartphone as the sage requested so now figaro's typing super slow like molasses ]

Well, it's hard to pin down traditions when you've lived as long as I have. But I celebrate it by hitting up the seasonal menu at the bars I usually frequent. They offer some variety every couple hundreds of years, at the very least.

[ figaro stop talking about alcohol challenge ]

wildcard

[ come at me scrublord im ripped. lmk via PM if you wanna do something else outside these prompts! ]

changes...

[eolja]

[figaro has such anime hair that Seonho would be taken aback if he hadn't seen like every shade of rainbow in this town so far,

as it is, he directs his Judgmental stare at the latte in Figaro's hand instead,]

It's strange enough on its own. I feel like it would ruin the taste.

[give him a straight soju shot or give him death!! speaking of death, seonho clasps his hands together as he replies, did it suddenly get chilly here or is it just the drink]

[extinctive]

[ hey, his hair is hardly special... then again it's probably a normal shade in his world. if anything his eyes are much, much weirder - you can't get any more anime with light gray ones with bright green irises in the shape of diamonds, really. ]

Mm, you think so? I think it'd depend on the blend, then again I'm no bartender myself.

[ maybe shylock would've found a way. ]

Are you cold? Here. [ let him just take off his doctor's coat for a sec... ]

[eolja]

[the diamond irises are fine!! Seonho doesn't even notice them. He slides back a step as if the stripping is contagious, and also a little confounded that Figaro would so readily lend his coat to a total stranger??]

I just need a moment to get used to the chill. It's the season for rain and heat back home.

[he looks at the coat though... this is as weird as that suit he saw that one guy wearing, but maybe Figaro is wearing white because he's in mourning and it's before labor day]

Were you observing a funeral rite?

[extinctive]

[ what!!! there is absolutely nothing sus behind his special eyes, trust me. figaro pauses in the middle of disrobing himself, giving seonho a curious look. ]

Ah, no, this is a doctor's robe. I am one, you see.

[ hm. ]

Is that tradition back in your world?

blair im gonna kick ur ass for sport

[escardos]

woah, that must be a pretty slow bar if it only changes every couple hundred years!

how old are you?

come and get me scrublord im ripped

[extinctive]

To be fair, not every bar is like that. But I guess most humans would find it too slow for their liking?

I'm old enough to live for that long, so a couple thousand years old, give or take. I don't look like it, though.

im on my way turn on ur location nerdbaby

[escardos]

well i imagine! you'd be a mummy, in that case.

so are you immortal? is it not a normal bar?

opens my arms for u

[extinctive]

A mummy? Oh, no, I'm a wizard. The world I came from do have normal bars for humans, but I know a friend who manages one that's exclusive for magical folk like me.

[ bold him to refer to shylock as a friend here, ]

heartgame

[stargazed]

How long have you lived, exactly? If you're speaking in centuries then you must have a longer lifespan than anything I'm familiar with.

[Mikumo is curious and they don't have immortal magic wielders where she comes from. The people with the cool powers are the ones who die earliest.]

[extinctive]

It's hard to pin down my exact age at this point. Give or take a couple millenia.

[ apparently when you've lived for so long you start to forget some little details in your life. ]

[stargazed]

That's quite a lifetime. Since you say it's hard to pin down traditions, maybe you could share some of the most interesting ones you've seen in that time?

[Artificial human blues means she hasn't actually seen a whole lot of traditions.]

[extinctive]

[ oh, that's a nonhuman mood right there. ]

I do know one. Once a year there's a flower festival in a certain town where unmarried women wear white dresses, and if you were to meet one, you're to bless them with good fortune and love.

Isn't that romantic?

youve done it now

[unnecessities]

What? In coffee? Absolutely not.

[Why does this guy look like Figaro just killed his firstborn right in front of him...mans doesn't even drink.]

u_u

[extinctive]

Why not? Don't knock it till you try it, or so they say.

[ unless he doesn't drink, like akira... oh well, he's missing out. ]

[unnecessities]

The main appeal of alcohol wouldn't work on me, anyway, so it would be nothing more than nonsense to try it.

[tfw you heal all your status effects passively]

But there is nothing you can add to a good cup of coffee that can improve it. Perhaps you could change its qualities, but...

[Listen. You chose poorly when you talked to Supreme Coffee Snob here.]

changes

[truestrength]

Was thinking the same thing.

[ He smiles, and it comes off as more of a smirk than anything. ]

If I'm gonna drink sweet coffee it better at least have booze in it to make up for it.

[ Why is he even drinking this latte in the first place? He doesn't know... it seemed like a good idea when he was told about the special flavor. ]

Re: changes

[extinctive]

Right, right? I mean it's only fair that these are safe to drink for the children and ones who don't do alcohol themselves, but who's to say that guys like us can't have fun?

[ to be fair, figaro was easily lured in with the lattes too... could've sworn he can taste a hint of pumpkin and spice in these. ]

Do you have a bottle with you, then? The general store shouldn't be far from here if it's not enough for the both of us.

[truestrength]

[ This guy gets it! But Kurogane shakes his head. ]

No, I have nothing on me. [ It's really a shame. ] I was planning on stopping by the store soon anyway. Might as well go now.

[ He glances at Figaro. ]

We can at least start out with enough for both of us.

heart game

[xama]

oh finally
good to see someone else who isn't a kid, personally
but yeah that totally tracks

[Hello fellow "I'm definitely much older than I look/most people think I am" person! Being a god's literal balance-maker for all eternity kind of sucks.]

[extinctive]

[ oh, same hat. though figaro is less immortal and more of a guy who has an abnormally long lifespan than anything. ]

There is a troubling amount of kids here, come to think of it. But I guess if this world summoned them, that means they're capable of standing up for their own, right?

[ that's how it works, right ]

[xama]

somehow I doubt it's that simple
but hey, you never know with these sorts of things, could be a new realm's rules or whatever
protect the kids by taking them to a very questionable location
I mean, it sounds solid to me
qahotl actually is all about that

[Qahotl, the god of sacrifice and rebirth, is a very confusing one. Usually their methods are vague and weird, but always have a purpose to them.]

changes ish

[equillibriums]

[ slightly unsettling vibes aside, the vibrant oranges and yellow of the decorations are at least eye-catching... and the decorated pumpkins are cute. for now. probably for a while yet. because, unlike some people, rutile's not going to fcking smoosh them. at most he's shifted a couple that were alone together to give them buddies? god.

for now, however, he's just observing with a latte in hand. all the different faces... that familiar face, in the distance, and then more of those cute pumpkins--

--wait. ]

Dr. Figaro...!

[ ah. goodbye, jack-o-lanterns ]

[extinctive]

[ figaro whirls around, a wave of mixed emotions coursing through him. well, it's mostly relief at his part as he waves at rutile to come over. ]

Ah, Rutile. Come to enjoy the festivities?

[ does halloween exist in mhyk? safe to say that there might be a different take on it. his eyes do dim a little in worry once rutile's closer. ]

...Have you been here long?

[equillibriums]

[ please don’t say that like chilling with a pumpkin spice latte here was a choice

not that some parts of that sentence weren’t choices. you know. work with what you have; in this case that wasn’t very much. there’s a little hint of relaxation in his body language… not that rutile’d been particularly tense.

mostly confused. still mostly confused. but he offers a reassuring smile nonetheless, stopping just short of figaro. ]

No, not at all. Did I look too comfortable? [ whoops. ] I think I got a little caught up in the decorations, despite just getting here...

[ while feeling around for the familiar… and mitile. it occurred to him, for a moment, that it may just have been him… obviously that opinion’s changed some with the doctor’s presence. ]

Wherever here is. Did you also come through something like Mr. Mithra's door recently, Dr. Figaro...?