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pedalbike2020-09-18 07:11 pm
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2nd Event: Choices We Make
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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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[He stands again and steps over the pumpkin carefully, looking around at the other cottages. There seems to be a faint fog swirling around knee height, which is weirder to him than the silence.]
Means you can hear trouble when it shows up.
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[He starts walking down the street.]
Lemme know if you hear any of those radscorpions skittering around the fog.
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[He hears nothing so far, though. And he sticks by Jiro out of habit, though he hangs back a little, growing more and more suspicious when he doesn't hear anything coming to kill him.]
Feels like we're being watched...
[By what, though?]
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[He doesn't have the experience of being in these types of situations where everything should be watched out of the corner of his eye. So he's not at all subtle when he turns around quickly to catch this thing in the act of... staring at them or something.
The pumpkins are now in the road.]
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Goddammit, someone's screwing with us.
[They have to be. He's admittedly not sure what a pumpkin is outside of having seen a cartoon picture of one once, but they probably can't move on their own.]
Keep your eyes peeled. Someone's gotta be-
[He turns back around- there are now pumpkins in front of them, too.]
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[Sentient pumpkins should be laughable, but they're not. It only implies someone controlling them, which he's sure is what Boone was about to say. So, he's going to yell to this person, wherever they may be.]
Oi! Pumpkin... guy! Too scared to attack on your own!?
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[Boone moves forward and kicks a pumpkin out of the way. It's hard to miss how their eyes seem to shift in unison towards him, and the hostility in the air is sudden and unnerving. Clearly uncomfortable, Boone turns to look at the other man.]
You feel that, or is it just me?
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[Not that it's something he knows anything about. The mouths of the pumpkins seem to get more downturned, developing sneers. He kicks one to see if they react to that too.
They inch forward, eyes narrowing, their anger palpable.]
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He stamps on one, and it splatters under his boot. He does the same to a couple more in their path, then gestures for Jiro to follow.]
Let's get outta here!
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How many are there!?
[Because more keep coming to join the crowd, more vicious with every one of their brethren slain.]
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[Boone doesn't even know if pumpkins can do any harm... maybe they can throw themselves at the pair? That would probably hurt, yeah. He doesn't want to deal with that.
He barges into a nearby cottage and waits for Jiro to get inside, then slams the door behind them and steps away from it, rifle trained on it just incase.]
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Fuck it. This is a dream. I'm gonna raid the fridge.
[Can't fight magical pumpkins on an empty stomach anyway.]
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Yeah, maybe. Well, not like anything else has managed to kill me yet. Anything good in there?
[If it's a dream, it's a nightmare, which checks out... kind of. This isn't the usual kind of nightmare Boone has, but he'll take it. If it's real somehow, then he guesses he'll either live through it like he usually does, or die in the stupidest way possible.
Figures.]
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Fuck yeah, chicken wings.
[They're covered in some kind of sauce. He pulls that out, along with a plastic container of an unidentifiable rice dish and a pitcher of something purple. Grape juice? Some powered drink? He does not know.]
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[Because he really needs a drink. He picks out a chicken wing before Jiro can potentially protest and takes a messy bite, grunting. It's good.]
Weird, though. If this is a dream, sure is a realistic one.
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This good?
[He sets a few cans on the counter, getting wing sauce on them.]
It has to be though. I mean... sentient pumpkins.
[Okay, he's seen things nearly as weird as sentient pumpkins, but...]
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[Cracking open a beer, he gulps half of it down in one before grabbing another wing. He's already sucked the last one down to the bone.]
Never got your name, anyway.
[Might as well get to know whoever he's stuck with.]
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[He takes another wing and searches through the cabinets for more alcohol. He has to read all the labels for unknown brands of things. Is this vinegar or some kind of whisky? Eventually, he finds a dusty bottle of brandy. He unscrews the cap and smells it. It smells gross, but whatever. That gets set down beside the beer; the latter being what Jiro will take his chances with. He's 17 and hasn't had any of this, but there's a first time for everything.]
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Boone.
[He takes another swig of beer, and almost looks pleased when the bottle of brandy is presented.
Almost. Boone's face doesn't do "smiling" very well.]
What's it like where you're from? Some place in Japan, you said?
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Yeah. I dunno, it's normal I guess? I lived by the forest with my grandfather.
[Jiro isn't much for small talk, and short answers are the default. Boone doesn't need to know his family history or weird powers or anything of that nature.]
Vegas has to be more fun, right?
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Not really like I go there for fun anymore. Just happens to be where I live now.
[He went there to gamble, once. Didn't like it much, spent too much time wishing he wasn't there. But then he met Carla. She made everything worth it.]
Still kinda strange, going to sleep knowing you're safe. Not like that outside of Vegas.
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You're really from some irradiated wasteland?
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[Boone plops himself on a chair and drinks deep from the brandy.]
Must be nice.
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[Which makes this situation stranger. Jiro starts in on the mystery rice. It's not bad, kind of spicy.]
I never thought any of that sci-fi dimension hopping shit could be real, but if this isn't a dream, it's something like that.
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You trying to tell me the world isn't an irradiated hellhole where you're from?
[He thinks on that for a moment. Sounds insane, honestly.]
The Great War never happened?