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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!
sononizaki: ❀ game sprite. (pic#11413011)

mion sonozaki | higurashi no naku koro ni

[personal profile] sononizaki 2020-09-19 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
❖ arrival.

    [So, when you're a teenage heir of what's basically a yakuza family from the 80's, things that come from the 90's is pretty much a novelty. Or rather, what one would call technologically advanced.

    ...But that's not important here!

    What is important is that if you're a fellow Wickie, and you're new, you might just run into one of two options:

    1) Waking up with Mion... in the bathroom.
    2) Getting spooked by a collapsed Mion... in the bathroom.

    Pick your poison. It's probably fine.]


❖ pumpkins

    Is it October already? Did I suddenly wind up in the future...? I didn't even prepare for a costume yet. Maybe I should start coming up with Halloween themed punishment games...

    [Mion, please.

    Although she does seem to frown a bit when all of them start to stare, enough for her to nudge someone with an elbow.]


    Hey, it's not just me, right? That they're...?

    [Watching.]


❖ heart game: confession.

    [...She's trying to figure out what the alert is and how even how everything works. Sure, she's familiar with phones, but only those big bulky ones. Not these weird touch screen things.

    But eventually, she figures it out.]


    idontknowifyoucancallthisagamereallywhatdoyouguysthink

    [Sorta. Someone please tell her that there's a space key.

    And a shift key. Or any sort of punctuation.]


❖ wildcard.

    [Want to play something completely different? I'm open to most things! As a heads up - I'll be playing Mion Sonozaki from the console arc, specifically Miotsukushi-hen (Ura). Also, the anime is coming up next season in October, so if you'd like to avoid spoilers, please feel free to let me know! I won't spoil anyone by default, however.

    Feel free to plot with me via PM or [plurk.com profile] tsundereban as well.]
Edited 2020-09-19 04:34 (UTC)
quietblueflame: Commissioned; DNT ((Sprite) Smile)

heart game

[personal profile] quietblueflame 2020-09-19 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ Wait is that how you're supposed to text? Mi-chan would know best! Okay then- ]

ithinksoitslikeanicebreakerrightrightitsanintroductiongame

o(〃^▽^〃)o(ノ^ヮ^)ノ*:・゚✧ヾ(。・ω・)シ(*≧▽≦)(´。✪ω✪。`)

[ But better spam some emotes to be safe. ]
longmemories: (Heatwave)

Oscar Pine | RWBY | Vol. 4-7 Spoilers inside, read ooc first!

[personal profile] longmemories 2020-09-19 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
[OOC - DISCLAIMER/EXPLANATION: !!RWBY Volume 4-7 Spoilers ahead!! Oscar is unique in that he's not just one person; he also lives with the spirit of a man named Ozma/Ozpin inhabiting his body. They're inseperable and share a consciousness, though at present in canon Ozpin has retreated from the forefront of Oscar's mind and has left him largely alone. He typically only presents himself in times of crisis when Oscar is in danger and cannot protect or save himself. In these moments, Ozpin can assume control of Oscar's body and speak as if he were himself again (just with Oscar's voice, it's got an ethereal sound to it like Ozpin's old voice is overlayed atop Oscar's). However, Ozpin will be more present for TDM purposes (both due to the unusual circumstances as well as voicetesting opportunities). Prompts will be marked where Ozpin will be present for them. I can bring him into any thread that isn't specifically marked for him though, just let me know if you're okay with that in the header! If you have any questions, please DM me or hit me up on plurk at [plurk.com profile] winterbolt!]

1) Arrival

[One moment, Oscar had been reeling, recovering from the fact he'd just narrowly avoided becoming a smear on the ground. The next...he's blinking, all of a sudden finding himself not outdoors in the city of Atlas, but in a doorway of a completely unfamiliar building.

A building that most definitely isn't his. In fact, it could even be yours.

He startles, pulling back slightly with a hand shifting subconsciously to something at his belt. He looks dirty and a bit beat up, but otherwise mostly just...bewildered, before shifting into immediately confused and apologetic.]


Oh- I-...I'm so sorry. I don't know how I...

[Got...here?? If he's demanded to leave he won't resist it, though he might not leave without trying to ask some questions first.]

2) Pumpkin Overflow

[It's not a completely unusual sight, seeing pumpkins around during this time of year. But so many of them...it's hard not to feel a little nostalgic for the times when Oscar could simply enjoy the changing weather and seasons without all of the other worries about the world making things complicated. Not that it matters now, when he's by this point discovered he's not in Remnant anymore.

He feels a little guilty at the relief he feels, being momentarily away from just...everything all of that was.

Still, it seems like his anxieties intend to follow him here, because while Oscar himself has no desire or reason to smash pumpkins, he's still able to see the faces of the ones that have been abused start to change. On the surface it just seems like elaborate carving, but he's also seen enough oddities to maybe be more suspicious than he ought to for someone his age.]


I...is it just me, or do these pumpkins feel...really, uh. Detailed? Like...

[Oscar is currently looking at a pumpkin perched on a low wall that looks seriously revolted. It's so intense that it's almost uncomfortable to look at.]

I don't know. It seems like whoever put these out has put a lot of work into them...

3) What a ride | Ozpin

[You'd think that Oscar's soft heart would cause him to become a victim of the strange horse pretty immediately, but ever since the oddity of the pumpkins came to light...he hasn't been as alone as he's been used to. Occasionally hearing a familiar voice in the back of his mind, warning him. Cautioning. It's tempting- very tempting- for Oscar to completely ignore Ozpin and do things how he feels he should, which...is what he does for the most part, but it's hard to seem that way when their ideas of what to do are actually lining up.

But when the horse manages to lure on a rider, whether it's someone Oscar recognizes or doesn't, he knows he can't just stand by and not do anything when he realizes whoever it is is in actual danger. It's not like a Grimm though; there's a vulnerable person on the horse's back, and despite getting in its path to try and stop it from running, Oscar is left helpless but to dive out of the way just to avoid getting trampled.]


This isn't working! What am I supposed to-

[Before Oscar can finish his sentence, he momentarily goes rigid as he picks himself back upright, his eyes glowing a faint green for a moment. Once that has passed, his posture changes and his grip on the cane he'd been weilding like some kind of weapon turns practiced to the point of being an extension of himself as he flips it over in one hand.]

Be angry with me for this later. I'll take things from here.

[The horse is running away by now, but it seems that "Oscar" isn't going to leave whoever is caught behind as he immediately gives chase.]

4) Heart Game: Confession

[The phone on him is not too dissimilar to the scrolls back home, so it's just a matter of receiving the alert and then deciding, "Sure, why not?" as he types in an answer to the question.]

Well...back at the farm we'd do a big harvest. You know, bringing in all of the crops for the season that were ready by then. And my aunt would make some things from the excess we wouldn't be selling. Apple pie, cider, things like that. Pretty normal stuff, I guess?
sononizaki: ❀ game sprite. (pic#11413032)

Re: heart game

[personal profile] sononizaki 2020-09-19 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
[She really doesn't know how this works at all.

I'm so sorry, Rena.]


butitseemsmorelikeaquestionthanagamereallysowhycallitagameatall

[...A pause, and then she continues:]

howdidyoumakethosebytheway
flowertalks: (170)

Aerith Gainsborough | Final Fantasy VII (Remake)

[personal profile] flowertalks 2020-09-19 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
1;

[ aerith walks through the open doorway, plenty confused on how she's gotten here and why she's not at the very specific place she was beforehand. an open doorway is nothing like the edge of a highway looking into a foreboding void. but regardless, she seems to take it with stride, walking through and treating it like any other door she's walked through. ]

... Hellooo? Anybody home?

[ though this isn't really a home she's walking into. huh. still works? ]

2;

[ aerith's noticed the pumpkins watching her, but she isn't spooked by it by any means. in fact, she's sort of endeared by it, and interested as well. it's not like they have this sort of thing where she's from. so after a certain amount of wandering and noticing things, she can't help but speak up to one of the pumpkins, regardless of how strange it may make her look to those around her. she's never cared about that. ]

Hmm, need something? Maybe you're lonely?

[ do the pumpkins want to chat? is that it?? she has experience with talking to flora. ]

3;

[ aerith is kind to anyone and anything, this horse included. so she can't help but give it pats and such, following it to figure out why it's so upset, until it beckons for her to get on. she needs that bit of help to do so, but once she's on, things change for the worse, throwing her off-guard. okay, that's not good.

her initial reaction is shock, but she reigns it in quickly to try to deal with the situation with her usual softness.

and she leans in a little, trying to pet its mane. ]


If you tell me what's wrong, I can help better. I promise I won't judge.

[ because as it stands, she doesn't know what's going on but she definitely wasn't wearing this clothing and she definitely definitely didn't have these chains around her. ]

wildcard;

[ feel free to pm me with anything else! ]
Edited 2020-09-19 04:54 (UTC)
keichan: (054)

arrival

[personal profile] keichan 2020-09-19 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ Know what feels really good after a fight for survival against nearly overwhelming odds? A good night's sleep. Now that things have settled down in Hinamizawa, he can finally have one of those, too. He biggest annoyance he has to deal with is a broken bicycle and a whole bunch of villagers completely misinterpreting his friendships as romantic relationships.

At some point, however, he stops being so comfortable on his futon. He shifts around uncomfortably, finding that instead of the soft futon beneath him, he feels a hard surface beneath him, his head propped up against something behind him. There's a slightly more pleasant weight rubbing up along the length of his body, something soft like a blanket

He shifts around uncomfortably, his arms feeling cramped up because of the sides of what he doesn't realize is a bathtub. It's only when a single drop of water drips from the faucet above his head that he shoots up into a seating position... or rather, he bangs his head on the faucet, making a loud clunk, causing his head to smack back down on the edge of the tub with another clunk. ]


Yeow! Dammit... that really hurt!

[ He rubs the front of his head, then the back of his head, then his sore neck, his eyes opening and adjusting to the light. What the hell? He didn't fall asleep in a bathtub!

He hasn't quite worked out that the weight on him would happen to be the legs of the person he's sharing a bathtub with. Or who, exactly, that person is. Good thing, too, or else he'd be hitting his head on the faucet again. ]
incinerators: (there'll be no hero in the end)

2!! aaaaah hello!

[personal profile] incinerators 2020-09-19 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ Pyrrha's nearby, admiring one of the other pumpkins that looks a little more like what you'd expect for Halloween -- cute and friendly, not overly-detailed. Of course, the more elaborate ones tend to be either intricate designs or pumpkins meant to scare children.

The one that the boy seems to be looking at, however, is on an entirely different level. The other ones around him seem to be that way, too...
]

That one does seem a little creepy.

[ Sorry to whoever carved it...? ]

It looks more angry than scary, doesn't it? ... I can't say I've seen anything like it before.

[ > CONCERN. Knowing this place, she has a lot of concerns. ]
whiteshroud: (jun37)

1

[personal profile] whiteshroud 2020-09-19 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
[The doorway will open up to a bedroom! Specifically this teenager's bedroom. He'd been in the middle of putting up a couple decorations: a plant, a couple pretty anime-style drawings he found in the store to hang on the wall. Maybe it was a little pointless to decorate, but it still felt nice.

But his decorating gets forgotten when a strange girl walks into his room. He pauses and stares. He definitely didn't hear her come into the house]


...Hello?
quietblueflame: (So cuuuuute!! 3)

Rena Ryugu | Higurashi no Naku Koro ni

[personal profile] quietblueflame 2020-09-19 05:16 am (UTC)(link)

Pumpkin overflow

A. [ You may be alarmed when you hear a high pitched scream. It sounds like a girl possibly in distress! But if you chase after it try to try to help her, you’ll just see Rena spinning around with a pumpkin in her arms. ]

UUUAAA! You’re soooo cute! I’m just going to have to take you home~!

[ She raises it up to snuggle it against her cheek. It’s then she finally notices you with a grin. ]

Don’t you think so too, huh, huh?

B. [ Or maybe you take her by surprised. Or maybe she gets a little too excited-

Because while she’s spinning, the pumpkin flies out of her hands. Rena stops when it smashes against the ground and lets out a terrible gasp. ]


Oh no! Mr. Pumpkin I’m so s- [ But she gets caught off when all the pumpkins turn toward her, malicious expressions morphing on their faces. ] Wh-What’s going on?

What a ride

[ Ironically, later, her love of cute things gets her into big trouble. She had approached the horse with caution, but gosh it was just so friendly and cute! One little ride couldn’t hurt, right?

Well Rena was wrong. Very wrong. Because now she’s trapped on this horse, clinging for dear life. Not that it matters because she completely chained to the thing. The horse is totally out of her control, and the further they go, the more it hurts to be riding the thing. She’s been trying to hold back, but finally she can’t stop her scream anymore: ]


Keiichi-kun, save me!!

[ Please save her before she gets another one of her friends into trouble... ]

Wildcard

(( Go for it! You can also tag my last TDM TL if you want! ))
sononizaki: ❀ game sprite. (pic#11413024)

[personal profile] sononizaki 2020-09-19 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
[After everything that's happened and everything that they've gone through, you'd think that maybe they could get some rest. But of course not, they can't have nice things, they can only wake up in a bathtub in what can only be described as a school uniform.

But of course, the sound of a clang and the sound of a rather familiar voice only causes her to raise her head--

--only to bump her head into the wall, causing her pain in return, rubbing at the spot where it hurts.]


Owowow... I don't remember falling asleep at a hard sur...

[And then she notices who's here with her, her eyes growing wide, almost like a cat's.]

...face--

Eh?

[Give her a second, as she blinks once, twice. Three times. Rubs at her eyes. Pinches her cheek. Nope, not a dream, apparently.]

Kei...

Kei-chaaaaan?!

[Yell any louder, why don't you?]
flowertalks: (18)

[personal profile] flowertalks 2020-09-19 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
Huh? [ she hears his hello, which catches her attention, before she realizes her surroundings. WELL she didn't expect this door to lead into someone's bedroom, but she can roll with it. ]

Oh! Sorry, I didn't know where that door would lead. I guess now I do.

[ though maybe to him it's strange that someone in a home they already don't belong in is wandering into rooms. what she says makes more sense from her perspective. but she doesn't think to explain that. and she has questions herself, but she doesn't ask those, either. helpful. ]
perspicaciously: (④⑦)

2!!

[personal profile] perspicaciously 2020-09-19 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ The pumpkins aren't the only thing giving Ozpin pause. This entire place feels off, if he's getting right down to it. But then again he also hadn't expected to wind up here in his own body??

Ozpin's usually good about not being taken by surprise but this? This was...beyond him in some regards. He's barely paying attention to where he's going, attention affixed to his hand as he curls and uncurls his fingers. He's almost wandering in a daze, really, but when he hears that voice above anything else that's what takes him from his own thoughts. Brown eyes will meet Oscar's own in mild surprise and bewilderment. ]
O-Oscar?!

[ His voice is barely above a whisper, tinged with surprise and uncertainty, as he stills in his musings. ]
abruptfulmination: (♪Will I get a ride with you?)

1) hi Chi :V

[personal profile] abruptfulmination 2020-09-19 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
[It's a strange feeling, a second arrival. An odd sense of deja vu happens when he finds himself in a semi-familiar room, even. It gives the excessively tall man some time to orient himself and at least solidly tamp down on any sense of anger... And the sound of a voice causes his head to swivel.

The owner of it is... oh. He's... well, not short, maybe? Donar always struggles to tell, given his better-than-six-and-a-half-foot height. But the actual point is the stammering reaction earns little more than the raise of a gloved hand, to mute the apology.]


... We're the same, in that. Walking through one space, and then here, right?

[He won't have much in the way of answers, but at least he's... friend...ly? Friendly enough. His voice is a little blank and tired, smooth and soft despite any sense of intimidation via his size alone.]
splitinvain: (reading now)

1

[personal profile] splitinvain 2020-09-19 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
As I wandered the forest, the green leaves among, I heard a wild flower, singing a song.

[ There was a moment's pause, and then a soft chuckle as a thin man covered in tattoos stepped out of the room across from the door. ]

Forgive me. I was... reading. [ He hold up a book with a single V on the cover, his smile wry. Sitting on his shoulder was a rather odd looking bird that gives a very human-like huff before pushing off and flying up the stairs.]

I hope I didn't startle you.
Edited 2020-09-19 05:31 (UTC)
keichan: (079)

1/2

[personal profile] keichan 2020-09-19 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ Keiichi's still rubbing his head when he hears a thump on the other side of the tub. It's then that he notices that his hand has come to rest on someone's foot, which he's apparently been snuggling with in his sleep. And then, that person talks, her voice very familiar.

His eyes go wide as she shouts out his name, his mind immediately trying to come up with some scenario where this makes sense. Did they have another barbecue gone wrong or something? And did they get served alcohol this time? That's the only way that any of this could make sense to him, but it absolutely doesn't! ]


Mio—
keichan: (052)

[personal profile] keichan 2020-09-19 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ He shoots upright again, but he's already forgotten about the faucet. Clunk! Clunk! Thump! He slumps against the end of the tub, eyes rolling backward. There's a red mark on his forehead now from where he's hit it against the faucet, and... he's out.

Maybe not unconscious, but there's definitely a dazed look in his eyes, and he makes an unhappy, pained groan. ]
sixhearted: (13)

jester karture | fate/strange fake

[personal profile] sixhearted 2020-09-19 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
[arrival..?]
[You might hear Jester before you see him.]
Ah! What sort of cruel fate is this? To be separated from my beloved so cruelly ans suddenly! Before I can even make her my bride!

[If you come across Jester proper you'll see him behaving with all the dramatics of a Shakespearean actor. It seems he's worked up about the sudden change of scenery but not in any way that seems particularly sensible.]

[pumpkins]
[A local vampire is getting upset again.]

Honestly, another one of these things?
[The problem is that as the pumpkins becomes increasingly inconvenient, Jester is destroying them with a well placed kick all the faster. After kicking the one before him, the next one somehow falls directly onto his head, covering his nice white suit in pumpkin guns.]

Who's doing this!?

[wildcard]
[If you want another prompt or have another idea, hit me up at [plurk.com profile] agentmaine]
whiteshroud: (jun03)

[personal profile] whiteshroud 2020-09-19 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
[Yeah, it's a little strange alright. Jun may be from an RPG, but it's not one of those where it's normal to just wander into someone's home. Then again, this isn't entirely unfamiliar to him. He's certainly popped up in unusual spots randomly before too.]

Um, yeah. Not the most exciting discovery, I'm sure.

[Just a nerd's bedroom]

Where were you before?
keichan: (091)

pumpkins a... since the other one will have to be covered in his TL...

[personal profile] keichan 2020-09-19 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ Huh. Come to think of it, it makes sense that Rena would think pumpkins like this are cute. She probably even thinks that the ones covered in bumps are cute, too. The fact that they're not in Hinamizawa aside, it actually makes him feel a little bit more at home. Thank goodness that he's here with Mion and Rena, at least. That makes it all a lot more bearable. ]

I guess it makes sense that they'd have so many pumpkins out this time of year.

[ He looks at one of the storefront windows, which is advertising pumpkin-flavored ice cream. That actually sounds pretty good to him, come to think of it. ]

Huh. I wonder if this is what Satoko sees when she has nightmares.
swordhardy: (pic#13860607)

rokurou rangetsu ―〈 tales of berseria 〉

[personal profile] swordhardy 2020-09-19 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
arrival― a.

[ Dark night, gnarled branches finger-stretched against black soaking blue sky, crisp mountain air that bites the lungs and grows beneath the ribcage—that was what the daemon had fallen asleep to, contented as any animal in making due outside when traveling.

But a fresh ache grows at his nape sometime into the night, and frustration has the young man kicking out a sandaled heel. Meeting something that gives a squeak (or squish?), and then a scattered resounding topple-thunk. ]


... Ha?

[ Exhale on the cusp of it as he cracks a golden eye; white tile, plastic bottles and.... now, a bunch of those plastic bottles oozing on the ground. Shampoo everywhere. A real nightmare to clean up, if you know what shampoo is.

Only this guy doesn't know what he's looking at, or where he's looking at it. Did he just wake up in your tub? Whoops... ]


arrival― b.

[ Certainly haven't been here before.

An idle thought as the wayward samurai absconds wherever he woke up and sets eyes on the town. Unfamiliar in most ways, from the dreary fog to the stretch of gaunt faces. Rubbing his neck, he does what any fresh-faced adventurer would do: asks the nearest person what's going on. ]


Hey. You a ... local around here?

[ If it's any indication from his dress, styled with kimono and armor, this guy definitely isn't. Sore thumb, right out there. ]


pumpkin overflow―

[ A dagger glints as it cuts into pumpkin flesh, tip of the blade sinking into firm body and creating a neat seam of slice. Rokurou's quite focused, always intense when it comes to the one thing he's good at—cutting—so much so that he hardly notices the ominous row of jack-o-lanterns right behind him, watching in horror as he makes work of a fellow pumpkin.

Or maybe he just doesn't care. Though the sense of being watched is strong enough to make fine hairs rise along the slope of his shoulders even beneath layers of clothes, he's quite calm as he digs a finger into the top and plucks out a hearty slice of pumpkin. ]


Want some? Not as good as sweet potatoes, but not a bad snack.


heartgame―

Celebrate the changing seasons?
I don't.
But it's not uncommon for towns to have festivals, is it?


( Happy to wildcard too, if you wanna throw something at me or reach out. Plurk is [plurk.com profile] bigwoof. Cheers! )
wray: (035)

six ( granblue fantasy. )

[personal profile] wray 2020-09-19 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
▶ i. arrival
    [ it's rare for someone like six to sleep peacefully.

    when night falls, what's more than likely to happen is that he is plagued by dreams, and they're never the kind that's easy to forget. they are rarely visual, but tactile, a nasty combination brought together by what belongs in the past and how much worse his subconscious likes to make them appear. they become more vicious when he's exhausted, when he's tired enough to let his guard down, because they're relentless then, more persistent.

    tonight feels a little bit different. it's the usual, and then it's something else. he's in the middle of a busy street, but it's nothing like the kind he's familiar with in the skydom. there are structures he'd never seen before, vehicles he isn't even aware existed. it would have been perfect if a chill didn't just go down his spine right now.

    that's when the voices kick in. reminding him over, and over, and over again what he did. what he is—

    he wakes up.

    he jolts upright, and almost immediately, realizes he's half-submerged in cold waters. all the visual cues he's currently getting tell him that he is no longer in his quarters on the grandcypher, but... a bathroom? looking down confirms it: he's in a bathtub, completely wet from head to toe.

    OPTION A.

    normally this kind of rude awakening would only bring more confusion, but something tells him there's no way out even before the question comes to life in his mind. he pulls himself out of the tub, practically looking like a wet dog as he attempts to leave.

    only to come face to face with this house's only occupant.

    you're probably staring at him. or maybe you're just wondering what the heck he's doing here.

    or maybe you want to know why he took a bath with his clothes on and a mask? (weirdo.) ]


    ... What?

    [ he's never been the type to be eloquent. ]

    OPTION B.

    [ once he's made it out of the bathroom, he wreaks havoc on the floors by dragging his wet self all over the place. it's as if something has possessed him to check every nook and cranny of this house, searching for something, anything. if this is some sort of trick, he's sure to find it.

    but the more he looks, the more it becomes clear this is as real as it gets. the water all over the floor, all over the things he's touched, the furniture he may have passed by— that's all real too.

    if you happen to catch him in the act, his ears will droop slightly as he mumbles out a sheepish apology. ]


    I'll clean up after myself.

    [ after he figures out what's going on, that is. ]


▶ ii. pumpkin overflow
    [ after his living arrangements have been squared away, six immediately stalks out of the place to gather compile a mental map of the place for himself. sometimes the only way to shake out the paranoia is to familiarize yourself with something, so that's what he'll do.

    it's hard to break him out of old survivalist habits.

    and as it turns out, he's in the right to be paranoid! it doesn't take long for hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end because it's starting to feel like something, someone (or many someone's, in this case), is always watching.

    he doesn't suspect the pumpkins at first, even if there are an abnormal amount surrounding the area he's in right now. ]


    Did you want something?

    [ surely that's the case for someone to be watching him so intently, right? ]


▶ iii. heart game: confession
    [ he's kind of a kill joy, so— ]

    Is it not the same as any other day?
    What is there to celebrate?


▶ iv. wildcard me, baby
    ( ooc. let me know if you need something specific from me! i'm happy to write custom starters. pls feel free to pm me! ♥ )
Edited 2020-09-19 06:05 (UTC)
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IG-11 | Star Wars: The Mandalorian | Spoilers for Chapter 8

[personal profile] beskarad 2020-09-19 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ARRIVAL]

[The sudden creaking whine of the door may not be enough to startle this cottage's occupants. The slow footsteps approaching the door, maybe. But if that's not enough, consider the rhythmic whirring of servomotors that accompany said footsteps.

A strange, spindly machine, nearly two meters tall, enters the room. Each step it takes is rigid, deliberate, but soon it comes to an abrupt halt. Not only does it seem to become aware of its unfamiliar surroundings, but something else seems to have given it pause. Its optics leer down at one of its mechanical hands, its digits slowly curling inward.]


...I still function.

[The emotions behind that cryptic statement are difficult to decipher. But after a beat, the droid lowers its hand and says, in a dry, almost clinical sort of tone:]

Running diagnostic.

[The blood red sensors that line the droid's cylindrical head rotate in a full 360 degree arc as it takes in its surroundings.

Life form detected.

IG-11's optics swivel in the other occupant's direction.]


Identify yourself.

[C-C-CHANGES]

[Droids do not require food or drink for sustenance. Organics, however, do. And this strange new place is occupied by many organics.

He hasn't been able to find much in the way of supplies just yet, but for some reason or another, IG-11 felt the need to procure rations. It could prove a useful way to make allies. Allies would increase the probability of successfully resolving this mysterious phenomenon.

Every once in a while, he'll acquire a new target - wandering up to them with purpose before offering them a cup.]


Would you care for a refreshment?

[He looks intimidating, but at least he's polite?]

[WILD CARD]

[Up for something completely different? Feel free to PM me with anything else!]
sanguinertia: (Red Rover)

Ruby Rose | RWBY

[personal profile] sanguinertia 2020-09-19 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
I. ARRIVAL
[ Ruby is one of those newbies who shows up randomly in a room out of nowhere...a fully occupied room. Possibly directly on top of you as she yelps because what. ]

Wha - Yang?! Weiss -

[ Just. Let her go through the gamut of names of people who were here FIVE SECONDS AGO but now aren't as she elbows you in the gut clambering off. Sorry! ]
II. FRUITS BASKET-ESQUE
[ It's not quite the store, because actually what Ruby has done is grab one of every weird Pumpkin-themed foodstuff and taken it into her home, which can just conveniently be one shared with your character or one she wandered into to cook, whatever.

She dragged a table outside and has set up a mini...picnic? Meet-up? Gathering? Whatever. It's all the weirder foods, like pumpkin pasta, all set up buffet style.

Side note: Ruby can't really cook that well, so it's also like...pumpkin foods that are badly made and occasionally burnt. It's fine! If you add enough salt it'll taste normal. At least anything pre-made is fine.

She poses dramatically towards the food when she sees anyone coming. ]


Hey! Want to try some? I'm thinking the sphagetti has to taste good, right?

[ Maybe. If someone else had made it. You know. ]
III. PUMPKINS
[ For the record, Ruby didn't attack a pumpkin on purpose. Accidentally trip over one and blow it up? SURE. That she did! It's...fine, maybe. She apologized profusely to no one.

But uh, the pumpkin apparently doesn't care about apologies and now things are getting...weird.

As in, she grips your arm when she sees you and leans in to whisper sort of weird. ]


Hey, uh...do you...see anything following me?

[ Anything pumpkin-shaped, specifically. ]
IV. WHAT A RIDE
[ If you know her, feel free to hit her up as a rider calling her name -

Otherwise, Ruby can definitely be found petting the horse? She's also prone to feeding it. As to riding it, though... ]


Oh, I'm sorry, I've never really - done that before? Uh...wow, geeze, I bet the others would be way better at this. Not sure it'd be easy in a skirt, either.

[ Why is she apologizing to the suspiciously morose horse. ]
V. HEART GAME
[ Okay? This is weird, but Ruby doesn't really mind answering. Her replies come from the username crescentrose because she has very specific interests. ]

Depends on the season we're changing into! When it's going into winter, snowmen! And hot chocolate, and snow angels...the works! When it's coming up spring, there's a lot of gardening. Blech. Summer? Popsicles! Fall? Leaf piles!

[ A weirdly innocent answer if anyone knew where she came from. ]
WILDCARD
[ If you want to throw me something completely out of left field please feel free to do so! Otherwise I'm very easily reached via journal pm or at [plurk.com profile] roseburst or #Maggie0451. Ruby is very likely to explore around and to try to get to know people: she's as friendly as they come, and she's unfortunately used to Weird Shit to a degree. ]
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[personal profile] foxchi 2020-09-19 06:20 am (UTC)(link)
( color him amused, rokurou! which color, you might ask? it's the color of his haori, a warm goldenrod yellow, because he's more or less surprised to see someone who looks... well, kind of like himself. it's not just the outfit, too; the hair looks decently long enough, but nowhere close to the small fox's long locks that go down to the back of his knees. a little bit of chest, too. it sparks a familiarity that makes the spirit almost sparkle with surprise, something contrasting to the rest of their environment.

oh and also? the sword. his weapon. that's something he should ask about later. for now, he should respond. with a smile, kogitsunemaru shakes his head, those two little tufts on top of his head that look like fox ears wiggling in kind. )


As local as you are. Which is to say, probably not at all.

( he's not leaving out the possibility that somehow, rokurou is from his time or around it. therefore? he has to be cautious. )