pedalbike | 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!

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[ unlucky for aerith, she's the one closest to adora, and so she bears the brunt of her strange interrogation.

however, aerith remains calm through this, like usual. ]

Um, Aerith. [ what is going on ] Nice... to meet you?

[ Adora blinks, somehow more taken aback by Aerith's lack of negative reaction than Aerith is about being interrogated. It's not a name she recognizes, but the other woman definitely isn't dressed like someone from the Fright Zone; so, not sensing any threat, she slowly lowers her arm with a guilty expression. ]

... Sorry. [ Sigh. ] You don't know what's going on here, do you? With the weird... everything?

[ she can tell this girl must be on edge, and she certainly doesn't blame her for it — they're suddenly in a strange new place with no explanation or person to blame. so, no need for any negative reactions. just quiet understanding. ]

Don't worry about it. [ shaking her head in response to the question. ] Only about as much as anyone else does. So, nothing.

[ she sounds apologetic there. ]

Nothing, [ she repeats, clearly unhappy with the answer. ] Great. Ugh, I never thought I could sleep through a kidnapping.

[ It's her own fault for falling into the trap of assuming Bright Moon was safe. For thinking she could relax, even for five minutes. Time to go back to sleeping with a knife under her pillow again. ]

I really am sorry about the whole, uh, interrogation thing. [ But she knows an answer given in fear is more likely to be a truthful one. (She still hates herself for defaulting to old Horde habits, instead of how the Rebellion would do things. Next time, she'll be better.) ] I'm Adora. If... if you need help looking around, or whatever else, I can make it up to you. Please.

If it makes you feel any better, it seems a lot of people slept through a kidnapping.

[ you know, considering how many people seem to be here. she's met a few so far. maybe that's a consolation for her...? but she's quite casual about how she says that.

but she can tell adora's genuinely sorry, so she supposes she can go with it since it would make her feel better. ]

Sure, I could use a friend to explore with anyway.

Not really. [ It doesn't matter if others did, or how many — Adora's standards for herself will always be higher, because they have to be. People expect things from her, and she won't risk being a failure in their eyes. ] But thanks for trying.

[ Then Aerith says friend, and Adora can't help the surprised look that crosses her face. She's getting used to people being more casual with friendship, and positivity in general, but it still goes against everything she knew for the first eighteen years of her life. Back in the Horde, you had comrades, but not friends. That's what made her and Catra so special.

Feeling her mood lift, she grins dopily, flexing one arm as a way of showing off her strength. ]

I'm pretty good in a fight, so don't worry if we run into trouble. Just stay behind me, okay?

[ darn, it didn't make her feel better. but she can tell from the smiling and the different attitude coming from her that she's happier already anyway. so she'll count that as a win.

and she smiles right back. ]

Ooh, like a bodyguard? I already have one, but I don't think he'll mind if you take over for him today. [ she says that so nonchalantly. ]

I'm in your hands, Adora.

You do, huh? [ She smirks. ] Then I'll try not to show him up too badly. No promises though.

[ Bingo. The best way to placate Adora is to make her feel useful, and the best way to do that is by letting her protect someone.

Satisfied, she puts her arms behind her head, falling into step beside Aerith. ]

You must be pretty important to have your own bodyguard. [ The only people she knows with bodyguards are literal royalty, or in a serious position of military power. ] What kingdom are you from? Mystacor?

[ she smiles at that first statement. she almost wants to see if she can really show cloud up. it'll make for a fun thing to tease him with later. but for now, she'll go along with this, her tone casual as ever despite what she's saying. ]

Nope. Sector 5 slums.

[ she's not even denying it being a kingdom (it's not) or her being important (she doesn't think she is). instead, she gives that very straightforward answer. ]

... Oh. [ She's never heard of Sector 5, but the only slums she knows of are in Horde-conquered territories — which gives her enough of an idea about how rough things probably are there. ] Sorry, I shouldn't have assumed.

So... why the bodyguard, then? [ General protection? That's not the sort of thing most people can afford. ]

[ she shakes her head at that. ]

Don't worry about it. It's my home; I like it there.

[ quite a bit, actually. she loves the people she knows there, helping them out, her mom, the flowers... all of it. even if shinra is terrible, she wouldn't change living there. it pings at her heart a little to be away from it, but she'll deal.

and as for that question... ]

Hmmm... Because he had good timing, I guess.

[ he fell on her flowers just before she needed a helping hand with reno. not really much else. she's very glad he did, though, because she likes him immensely. ]

[ Slum or not, it's easy for her to see Aerith's perspective. Adora never would have said she liked living in the Fright Zone, but she wouldn't have said she disliked it, either, because it was all she ever knew. As hard as life was there, they were taught that everywhere else was worse, and she had no reason to believe otherwise until a year ago. So she nods in genuine understanding, before raising an eyebrow at the second part. ]

Uh-huh. [ "Good timing"? What kind of an answer is that? ] Why don't you tell me about him? He sounds interesting.

[ And weird, especially for a so-called bodyguard. But Adora's the one who bailed up the first stranger she saw for information, so she really doesn't have any stones to throw there. ]

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