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

[morns]

[ yeah, dignity is very much a thing of the past for both of them. ]

Not as fast.

[ nothing's wrong with a shortcut, right? well. usually.

today, however? it seems like that shortcut is just a recipe for pumpkin soup as the thud thud thud of things on the rooftops grows louder.

ah, hell. ]

C'mon.

[ she's just going to... grab this dude by the wrist and yank him with her. where can they go, though? maybe into the house just behind this guy. best hope whoever lives there isn't pissed off about it. ]

[eolja]

[At first Seonho can nothing but gape when Kate grabs his wrist. (this has to be the second time today he’s been left speechless by her actions). He stumbles after her, his actions clumsy with surprise and reliant on her lead, then he picks up his pace to match hers, following her into the house.

Nothing about the place looks or even feels familiar; not the fall wreathes on the walls or the gourds on the table, or even the… spicy? Smell? Wafting from what he assumes is the kitchen. Instead, it all feels like a setup to a horror story, something like a hapless idiot following a stranger right into their domain and ending up on a spit.

His hand is still in Kate’s, so he uses the other to grip the doorknob in an attempt to maybe leave, except

thud, thud, thud

He closes the door shut instead, flattening his back against it.]

...What, exactly, are we running from?

[because it cannot be

pumpkins, right? there's like a person throwing these pumpkins. willful vegetation isn't a thing, right]

[morns]

( delicacy, Kate finds, is often just another obstacle. something which makes any real progression more difficult than it needs to be. why beg and persuade when you can just grab and go? sure avoids pumpkins surrounding them in the meantime.

but all rushing comes to a halt inside the building and she blinks as she takes in the living room, inhales the scent of... ginger? probably. most cooler-weather spices smell like ginger to her, anyway. she breathes deep until the rushing of her heart calms to something more manageable. )

Fuck's sake—

( and then the thudding starts, and she throws a glare in the direction of the door (over the guy's shoulder, or at least trying to, because when you're 5'3", most shoulders are at the kind of height that means you have to tilts your head upwards to see over them) as though that will somehow discourage the pumpkins from continuing their assault on the door. )

You believe me if I said possessed fruit?

( are pumpkins a fruit? they're probably a fruit, right? they're sweet, aren't they? sweet things are fruits. )