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

[swellter]

[ He blinks down at his device, then to the angry pumpkin still stalking his every mood. He'd forgotten about it. ]

I wouldn't recommend that. They might attack you if you try to eat them.

[whiteshroud]

Hmm...yeah, they do seem to be moving around....

Better not risk it, I suppose.

[swellter]

I have one stalking me. It's very determined. And angry.

[ Probably for stepping on it. Twice. ]

[whiteshroud]

That sounds worrying...

Do you need help?

[swellter]

No, if it does something I'll burn it.

[whiteshroud]

[...]

Well, that's one way to handle it.

Do you have fire magic or are you just good with a lighter?

[swellter]

It's not magic. It's my quirk.

[ At least part of it. ]

[whiteshroud]

Your "quirk"?

[....Is that a nice way of saying this guy is a pyromaniac?]

[swellter]

A meta ability.

[whiteshroud]

Oh, I see.

That sounds handy!

[swellter]

Is there magic in your world?

[ He asks instead, zeroing in on that question from before and throwing it right back at him. This is the first time someone asked about his ability and he still doesn't have a good idea of what others can do. ]

[whiteshroud]

Something like that.

It's not common though.

[swellter]

[ Odd. Quirks were commonplace. Almost everyone had them. He'd never really met anyone who didn't. ]

Why not?

[whiteshroud]

It just isn't. Most people lack the ability to do it.

[swellter]

Can you?

[whiteshroud]

[A beat as he considers how to answer. Normally it's a secret, but in a place like this, claiming you're normal makes you stand out even more]

Haha, a little.

[...more like a lot. But eh]

[swellter]

[ Interesting. He's met a few others with abilities that seemed more like magic than a quirk. ]

Does that make you a wizard?Or a magician?

[ Leave it to him to worry about semantics. ]

[whiteshroud]

Neither, but I don't mind if you want to call me those things.

[Mysterious...]

[swellter]

[ Neither? What else was there? Give him a moment. He doesn't know all that much about this stuff, but he knows that in certain stories the characters that used magic were often fairies. ]

What about a fairy?

[whiteshroud]

[ .... 💧 ]

Okay not that.

I'm a Seal Knight.

[swellter]

[ Seal? ]

Do you turn into a seal?

[ That sounded like a mutation quirk. ]

[whiteshroud]

[........Todoroki. Sweetie.]

Haha, that would be pretty cool, wouldn't it?

The truth's more mundane. A person who makes it as a Seal Knight has a marking that serves as proof - a seal, in other words.

Does your world have stories of "holy knights"? That'd be a good way to think of us.