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

[escardos]

[ aaaaaa

aaaaaaaaa-- ]

It's the bloodsucker!

[ MR OVERSEER WHERE ARE YOU ]

[sixhearted]

[WHAT]

Who the hell are you?
[AND WHO TOLD]

1/2

[escardos]

[ ah.

aaaah shit. shit shit shit. does the bloodsucker not remember him? even though him and hansa kicked his ass so thoroughly? eeehh, it's not like he gave out his name to the man, but he could at least remember his face!

or perhaps it's amnesia? a concussion from his spell? perhaps he lost his memory? ahh, if that's the case, then he's safe!

of course, there is the chance of something to do with the kaleidoscope but...he did kick jester's ass pretty damn thoroughly. ]

[escardos]

[ ah, well! it is what it is!

he'll play along with it for now, and try not to get into any trouble. he's already gotten into more than enough of it at snowfield. ]

Ah, well, I kind of noticed the way your mana was flowing...it's not human at all, is it? And I've met some dead apostles before which had a similar signature, so I thought "Wow! A bloodsucker! Here!" because I was so impressed!

[ where's mr overseer. ]

[sixhearted]

[Jester stares at Flat for a long moment. You had to be a special kind of stupid to try lying to a dead apostle. Not to mention lying so badly. Anyone who knew enough magecraft to identify a dead apostle from their mana should know full well it was something to be terrified by, not impressed. And besides.]

You said "the," not "a." A specific "bloodsucker" as you put it. You know who I am, so you should know better than try to lie to me, boy.
[LOOMS.]

So, what is it, are you from Snowfield? Answer me.
[WHOM YOU BE]

[escardos]

[ well, that one didn't work.

he sighs, more dejected than actually afraid. no matter what was up with him, it was clear that the dead apostle didn't remember him.

so he'll tell the truth. ]

Alright, alright. Yeah, I am from Snowfield. I saw you fighting the priest from far away, back in the police station? It was pretty obvious that you were a dead apostle, but you guys were pretty evenly matched. Heck, I think you definitely were going to beat that priest!

[ or at least some version of the truth. ]

That's why I was so impressed to see you here!