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

[convor]

... What? I- sure, whatever.

[She waits a moment, unsure if he's going to shoot the moment she lets her guard down. Finally she lowers her guns and places her helmet back on, still cautious.

It's such a weird thing to mention, unless he means he'll forget that he saw her face and thus, her identity. Of course, with her armor... there's not much of a difference.]

Sabine. Clan Wren, House Vizsla.

[muffled]

Death Watch.

[ no helmet, and a name? his brow furrowed, confused, but responds in the best way he knows how. he pays respect to the clan that saved his life, and to one of their own. ]

I'm from the Nevarro Tribe, led by a Mandalorian Armorer. I'm the only one of my covert here. The only Mandalorian as well.

[convor]

My mother was.

[Until Maul, until the Empire.

The Nevarro Tribe isn't one she's familiar with, but Mandalore is much more than one planet.]

Well, now you're not. You still haven't told me where we are.

[muffled]

Don't know where we are.

[ she probably thinks he was being deceptive with his earlier remark. wouldn't blame her. members of the tribe haven't always gotten along, and he had his share of fights with them. the important thing is they're there for each other... or well, it used to be. ]

This place is an island. Unknown planet, unknown galactic territory. My credits are on Wild Space. [ place seems crazy enough to be one of those uncharted worlds. ] Some landmarks suggest this island is called South Sister, but it's unclear.

[convor]

Wild Space...

[she repeats quietly after him. One thought follows another. Ezra. Did he do this? Seems weird enough to be a Force thing. And it's easy to blame him too.]

What should I call you? I know your tribe, but not your clan.

[muffled]

[ a question of names. he's learned to accept the questions, even long before he came here, but to hear it from another mandalorian is... odd. ]

Mando works.

[ simple enough? ]

[convor]

Yeah, I'm not calling you that.

[No offense, but then what is she? Mando 2?]

I guess vod will have to do. Are you wanted or something?

[muffled]

We're all wanted.

[ wanted enough that they still must hide, and wanted enough that living monsters like moff gideon are coming after them. he hesitates to elaborate, but he figures she should know more than anyone else here. or well, she should already know. ]

Creed forbids me from giving my name, and from removing my helmet. I will accept 'vod'.

[ he doesn't know a lot of the language, but he knows the important words. so much of their culture has been lost and he was never born on mandalore. he suspects she was, though... she seems rather young for that to be the case, doesn't she? ]

[convor]

What? What creed?

[What to all of this, honestly. All of them? All Mandalorians? He spoke as if this was common knowledge, but it's nothing she's ever heard of in their history. Maybe with some tribes, but... doesn't he know others are out there?]

I- Those of us who ally ourselves with the true Mandalore, with the Rebellion, are wanted, but... Names are important to us. And as important as our armor is, we're not forbidden from removing it. I only wear my helmet into battle.

[muffled]

[ there's a lot she says that mystifies him, but... the rebellion? ]

Wren, I don't know what you're talking about. The rebellion is over. The Galactic Alliance claimed victory five years ago. [ he stops, teeth clenching hard, then he eases. ] The Empire purged us before that. Those who survived are underground now. The Alliance left us behind.

[convor]

[She shakes her head, not able to believe what he's saying, not wanting to.]

No, I- I was just on Lothal. The rebellion there was successful, the first time any planet I know of has won against the Empire. I had to stay there, but... I left Mandalore knowing it had found its leader. I gave Bo-Katan the darksaber, I...

[muffled]

[ he's quiet as she goes on, a hard weight forming inside his chest with every word she says. never did he think he would have to explain the mass death of mandalorians to one of his own. he knows of lothal, word of the outer rim planet with a large Alliance presence as she says. he also knows mandalorians fought for the Alliance.

none of that matters to him. their numbers are gone, and they now live in sewers. this is the way.

he doesn't have much chance to say anything though. the pod that was floating behind him is now maneuvering to his side. something from inside can be heard faintly rumbling, but there is little time to speculate. the hatch opens and the child lifts up, settling its claw on the rim of the pod to see who the mandalorian is talking to. its ears swoop down, concerned, and he turns his head to the child. ]

It's ok pal. She's a friend. [ certainly not a threat at least. he looks to her again- ] He's my clanmate.

[convor]

[Somehow dealing with mystery baby is a welcome distraction. She's never seen a being of this species, though it reminds her of someone Kanan and Ezra once spoke of.]


... Oh.

I see.

[What is she supposed to say????]