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Third TDM: Don't Turn Around
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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.
Braving the Trail
A new trail has opened up in the woods today! Funny, that there’s never been a real path before, but this one promises a spectacular view for all Wickies who brave it.
However, the view has to be earned with one stipulation: until the Wickie reaches the trail’s end, they are forbidden to turn around. At all. There’s no mention of what may happen if the Wickie does glance back, but the scripted text on the sign marking the trail hints that the consequences just might be dire.
The hike itself is fairly easy. It even feels peaceful with the sounds of bird calls echoing in the distance. But for Wickies who are known for past procrastination, the walk will prove to be difficult. These individuals will experience an itching urge to turn around and leave the trail, and the itch worsens with every pause of their footsteps.
If a Wickie does turn around, they will find themselves staring up at a blank masked figure, slightly taller than themselves. And as wisps of fog cover the packed-dirt path, the figure hisses out a sigh, their voice barely audible as they issue their reprimand:
“I’m disappointed.”
Why, it’s not clear at all.
But with those words, the Wickie will find their body locked into place, unable to scream as their limbs become paralyzed, their eyes remaining fixed upon the masked figure. Somehow, the figure moves without walking, inching closer and closer until their mask and the Wickie’s face are close enough to touch.
The only way to become unlocked from this position is to have someone come and cover the Wickie’s eyes before leading them back to the trail’s start, somehow breaking their vision of the masked figure, or by speaking of a past regret outloud.
Otherwise, the Wickie has a good chance of dying from exposure.
Currently residing
It’s been nearly three months since the first arrivals started off on the island. It’s had its ups and downs, but with the previous quiet month, it’s been easy to relax in the cottages and houses, and even feel safe.
But not everything stays as it should. Whether a Wickie is just scoping the houses out, or returning to sleep in one of those comfy beds during the night, they will find that things are just a little..off. It’s as if someone has moved everything just a little, by no more than an inch or two. Sometimes, it even looks as if someone hurried away from the middle of a task. For example, mugs left in the sink will be washed; unslept in beds have been stripped, and their sheets are found in the laundry.
It’s only after sitting down with a fellow Wickie, that what’s going on will slowly become apparent.
People, looking more like blue tinted holographic designs, appear within the house. Slowly they become more visible, going through the motions of daily life. People with their significant others, children playing, even pets can be seen, playing with their owners or doing things that pets do.
These residentials don’t seem to notice the newcomers in their surroundings. But they do notice objects are moved, particularly if it’s furnishings. They frown, confused, before talking to one another and seeing the items returned to where they believe it should be. And curious too, that while the residentials appear to speak to one another, there’s not a sound that’s uttered when their mouths move.
It’s not possible to interact with them, unless the Wickie has the spiritual power to speak with spirits. Even then they’re quite confused, and do not believe themselves dead- it’s as if they think the Wickie is the ghost instead.
It is possible to deter the residentials manifesting by lighting a candlek. Upon the candle being lit, they recoil, some of them violently, and with great upset, before fading.
But they weren’t causing any harm.
Are they?
It Arrives
The pumpkins have vanished (finally!) there’s no more costumes in the various drawers in town; the apple bobbing is done, and there’s no more bonfires. Pity that means the food is gone too.
But something else has arrived. Something...small, white, and with webbed feet.
You’ll know it by its sound. It’s unknown what has brought this particular goose to the island; it might have been a laden desire, or it had flown here over miles. Or who knows, maybe the Admin has set this goose out as some kind of petty revenge.
All that is known as that this goose likes to wreak havoc. It likes going into the flower and vegetable gardens, looking for seeds, vegetables, and flowers to pull up; it likes to grab keys and toss them just out of reach.
It’s also clever enough that it figured out how to get into Fruits Basket, into homes, and even...sometimes...onto roofs.
Thankfully, while the goose likes to startle people, its mischief is rather harmless, and even, at times, enjoyable to watch. Just be sure not to leave anything electrical it can throw into a body of water by accident- or any bells it can keep in its temporary home by the woods.
For those who are curious, yes it will accept all sorts of snacks, and it is a wild, ordinary goose. (So yes, it is as harmless as a normal goose and yes it is edible).
Confession network
Yet again, the phone goes off. Doesn’t look like it’s anybody in town, but it’s that weird, cheesy app called The Heart Game. And it’s persistent, too: it doesn’t want to be ignored, making a series of beeps and chirps, much like a pet that wants attention.
The message that pops up is as follows:
We’re back! It’s the time for everyone's favorite game- Confession! So beloved users, our question is:
If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be? Why? Tell us everything!
Natsuno Yuuki | Shiki
[Natsuno doesn't expect to wake up. He was supposed to die back there in the pit – he was supposed to make sure that this time it would stick. So when he finds himself completely conscious in some dark place, his first instinct is to jump – and immediately hit his head against something.
If you're in your bed, there's a THUD followed by a yelp, followed by a scrawny teenager crawling out from under it. Natsuno is covered in dust, too shocked to frown properly. In fact, he keeps staring at his hands as he sits up, looking surprised by the mere fact his limbs are still attached.
Or maybe you run into him as he explore the rest of the house, moving slowly like a cat in a new place. The moment he notices he has company, though, he jumps and reaches out for the nearest object – which is probably the least threatening thing around.]
IT ARRIVES
[Natsuno never cared much for animals. He's neither annoyed nor amused by the goose, and he doesn't bother helping its victims either. For the most part he ignored it… until it swipes his credit card right out of his pocket.
And while Natsuno can rarely bring himself to feel anything these days, he can sure feel annoyed and humiliated at being pranked by a bird. Especially when the bird just stole his only way to get food in this place.
So now there's a surly teenage vampire on the nearest roof, where he managed to corner the goose near the edge. Natsuno can swear the thing is laughing at him, bobbing its head to bring the card to an arm's length only to pull back again. Finally fed up, Natsuno lunges –
And promptly falls off the roof as the goose dodges right under his arms. Watch your head!]
CONFESSION NETWORK
un: yuuki
if i say "anywhere but here" will you leave me alone?
it arrives
Well, regardless, there's someone standing over him a moment later. ]
Are you alright?
[ He'd been watching the last few moments of that spat with the goose, and Vangeance can't help looking just a little amused.
Still, he offers forth his hand to help Natsuno up. It might be needed, the squishy plants are going to take a bit of effort to get up from without any help. ]
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...yeah.
[He tried to get up on his own, but grabs the hand once the plants prove difficult. Struggling like an overturned turtle is even more embarrassing.]
Thanks. [Natsuno brushes leaves off his hair and looks back at the patch.] ...That wasn't there a minute ago.
["HONK", the goose agrees.]
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No, it wasn't.
[ He's in no particular rush to explain how those plants ended up there, though.
Instead, he looks up at the goose where it seems to cackle down at Natsuno. ]
I see that bird's been causing trouble for you as well. Did it take something important?
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My credit card. I heard you can't get anything out of the store without it.
["HONK!" The goose admits, proudly. It jumps off the roof to land a short distance away, wagging its tail feathers. The credit card is still in its beak.
It's definitely waiting to see what they'll do.]
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[ So that card is used to buy things? There's so much here that he doesn't understand. ]
I see. I suppose you'll have to retrieve it then, but -- it was quite daring of you to confront it on the roof. The fall could have caused serious injury.
[ He's keeping an eye on the goose as he speaks, but he does wave a hand at the cluster of bushes. They sink back into the ground, leaving behind only a few leaves. ]
Are you planning on attempting more of the same?
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[Because this guy can apparently control plants? Weird, but no weirder than vampires or mysterious "admins" who kidnap you to a foggy island.
Still, he should be more careful. Natsuno lost most sense of self preservation when he lost his humanity, but he doesn't want to explain people that it's fine, he's like 95% immortal.]
Seems pointless to try that again, though. It's smarter than I thought.
un: namseonho
[is it still beeping natsuno]
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fine. though im considering throwing it into the ocean instead
guess id go to a big city. like tokyo or new york. im sick of small towns.
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[or is that in some way even worse...]
The city sometimes feels just as cramped as a small town, unless that's not the only thing you dislike.
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[Guess who's bitter?]
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That's true. Though it feels a little hypocritical for me to think so.
[considering the fact that seonho is poking his nose in natsuno's business right now...]
But this network should make it easier for you to stay anonymous here.