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Third TDM: Don't Turn Around

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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.

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!

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[The paper dolls are a little unsettling, just a little. But Monts seems to show no hesitation in setting her bag down on the floor and squatting down to the man's level.]

I was supposed to be at a cafe, but I must have opened the wrong door. The first time it's happened really.

Who are you?

[Her tone isn't demanding, just light and curious. That isn't to say she's totally unguarded, but Monts has been more low-energy compared to before.]

Haha, that sort of thing happens a lot here. For me, I was trying to enter my apartment. Unfortunately, so far it's been one-way only.

[He finishes up one of the dolls, then makes a vaguely gesture with his hand and the doll whisks off to the side to join a pile of them on the floor beside him. It almost looks like he snapped it over like a frisbee, except the doll never actually seemed to make it into his palm in the first place.]

My name's Natori Shuuichi. This place... mostly gets called Fogtown, honestly. I've been here for a few weeks now.

Hm. I'm Monts.

[Her eyes follow the doll as it joins the pile.]

A few weeks? Not a vacation though I assume?

[Without really thinking about it, she rubs the back of her neck, looking thoughtful.]

And let me make another guess. It's called Fogtown because the weather is delightful?

Haha, good guesses! No, as much as I'd love to get away to a small misty island that no one can leave. But don't worry. You'll be able to get more coffee.

[If Monts is able to see spiritual or supernatural things, she'll be able to see the small black ayakashi that lives on his skin as it skitters out from under his jacket sleeve onto his hand when he reaches for his next piece of paper. It's shaped like a gecko and lies flat against his skin like a living tattoo; it even makes a quiet, slick wet sound as it moves. Natori, as always, pretends there's nothing there until someone else states otherwise.]

I'll understand if you don't want to say 'nice to meet you.' The circumstances really throw a wrench in it.

I'll take it. I'm beginning to realize there are very few bright spots to this whole situation.

[She's wondering about Iona and Oren, about her grandparents and she's even thinking about her dad and brother. Someone would have to notice her missing right?

Monts isn't a stranger to the unknown. Ever since she was a child her eyes and her whole being were forcibly opened and changed to the fact that her world and other worlds are not straightforward.

Which is why she does take notice of the black mark on his skin. There's a pause as she twirls a strand of hair around her finger while murmuring.]

Well. That's not like mine at all.

[...Well. That's a first.

Whatever joking response he was going to say next never comes; instead, he freezes with the sheet of paper settling down in front of him. It's been so long since he first started looking into the ayakashi; it's been so long since he's been forced to accept that not even the exorcist community could explain it. The idea that someone else would-- not just recognize it, but also--

--No, he has to be misunderstanding.] Haha. I didn't catch that.

[...But he can't just--] Yours?

[She doesn't say anything at first. Her eyes are sizing up Natori's reaction and while it hums under her skin, it isn't upset or cautious. Monts hopes it's because she's made it that way. It's not a dangerous situation even if she's literally stepped into the unknown.

After some deliberation she stands up and turns around, lifting up athe fringe of her hair that barely hides a dark halo or rather, a flower-like mark that pulsates and glitters on the back of her neck.]

I don't suppose you know what this is?

[It's-- different, yes, but it's still... closer than anything else he's seen before. He's gotten to his feet at some point-- not to get any closer or try to touch her (or it), but just because it feels like something he needs to do.

It makes sense that she wouldn't know either. That's another similarity, it seems.] No. Sorry. [His fingers brush briefly against the lizard, which is sitting calmly on the back of his hand.] I didn't-- as far as I can tell, it's-- mine is just a spirit that lives on my body. What people would call 'youkai,' if you're familiar with the term.

I've heard of it...

[The Midnight Grind got all sorts of customers from the East, the West, the far corners of other places... And yet no one could offer her an explanation.

She runs her fingers through her hair and sighs before setting it down at her side.]

Someone asked me if it was a spirit or the like at one point. I don't know what it is, but I know for sure, it isn't that.

How long has your 'youkai' stayed with you?

[Not that, huh. Well, that's still closer than he's heard before.]

I don't remember ever not having it. It's always been somewhere on my body.

[He's recovered enough that he can retreat a little, go back to something like his normal approach to this sort of thing, and adds lightly] Haha, well, except my left leg. It's never once gone on my left leg.

Oh?

[Her voice is light and she smiles.]

Why not? Does it smell?

[yes, she's gonna joke like a kid]

That's right. I make it a point to not wash my left leg, just to see what happens.

[Fun fact: Natori is actually, literally, a movie star. Just throwing that out there, as he returns this joke with a light, perfectly natural voice in return.]

What about yours?

[Off-handedly, Monts thinks there's something similar in their manner. They're going two-for-two on outward similarities in terms of otherworldly things piggybacking off of them and amicable smiles; will there be more?

She crosses her arms before answering back.]

It... Well. It moves around too, like your mark. But it grows bigger? Like a bruise that grows larger and larger, or an oil spill. If nothing exciting is going on, it'll just hang out on my neck though.

If anyone asks I just say it's a badly made tattoo.

[He doesn't question any of the language that she uses to describe it-- bruises, oil spills. He's hardly held back either when thinking about his own, and never really had anyone to talk about it with. Which, speaking of--]

Do people ask? [Not the best way to phrase what he really means, which is] Is it visible to everyone?

[She nods in confirmation.]

Mm hm. That's why I said it wasn't a spirit. Everyone with a pair of working eyes can see it for better or for worse.

Sounds like I'm one of the few people who can see your mark? I've been able to notice things under the surface because of my own mark. It's incredibly twitchy.

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Ah, I see. [Even worse than his, then. At least he was the only one who had to deal with it; he can't imagine what growing up would have been like if everyone else could see it too.] I'm sorry. It makes sense then, that you'd know it's not a youkai.

[And she can feel it, too. He brushes his fingers against the lizard, still hanging out on his hand; another thing to be grateful about.] It's normally just other exorcists and people who can see youkai who are able to see mine, though there are a lot more of those people here than I typically run into back home. So yours... reacts to things in your surroundings, then? If there's something nearby?

Not that it makes me an expert on youkai or anything that exists under the supernatural bubble. I've just been fortunate enough to see a good variety of folks to conclude that I just don't fit any mold.

[And from what he just said, Monts can surmise that whoever ended up here like her are also outside of what she defines as the norm.

She moves so that her back is against the wall and her hands on her legs.]

Yeah, it reacts in a way when it feels like I'm in danger. If there's something unusual, but non-threatening, it'll vibrate. But if something's hidden intentionally, I probably won't be able to notice.

[Monts gives him a friendly smile as she asks her own question.]

What about you? Is it just living there rent-free?

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Haha, that's right! It's just a freeloader. [He says it cheerfully enough, but he's still dwelling on her situation.] I can't... feel it, exactly, not as if it's a real creature crawling on me, but I still know where it is. Kind of like knowing where your hand is in relation to your body without looking.

[A side effect of his spiritual sense, he assumes.]

But it pretty much acts completely independently from me. It likes to move closer to the sun or a source of heat sometimes, but there isn't any... communication, or feedback between us. It's just something that lives on me. Ha, I can't imagine what it must be like for you.

It likes the sun? That's weirdly cute if you don't mind me saying.

[So that's where it's different... Monts looks up at the ceiling her gaze drifting away from Natori.]

You don't have to answer this although we're already asking each other a lot of questions...

Does it keep you alive?

Haha, a little, right? I think it takes after the shape it's mimicking.

[That's-- a surprising question. Mostly surprising because he was expecting the opposite.]

I don't know. When I was younger, I thought it might be a curse, or feeding off my lifeforce. But I haven't found anything to support that, so... [He'd never seriously considered the idea that it would add something to him.] ...Does yours?

[She holds up her hand humming under her breath as she flexes her fingers. They're slender and smooth, well taken care of, but there were times she was less than kind to them as to demonstrate her specific oddities to the skeptical and it's not like it hurt...

But she won't do it here. That's too intense for a first impression and she could hear Iona chastise her for not taking care of herself; so Monts just smiles brightly at Natori.]

Oh, call it a main priority. I'd be lying if I said it does nothing for me. Guess we should be grateful that we're not being killed from the inside out if nothing else.

Huh. So it's closer to something like symbiosis in your case, whereas in mine it's... incidental. [He doesn't know how he'd feel about it if the lizard came with both stronger drawbacks and some sort of benefit. Fixating on trying to find some sort of explanation or function for it was one thing, growing up, but how much more frustrating would he have found it if he'd actually turned up an answer?] Haha, not all that many similarities after all, once we get into it. Though I'm glad we can both say that it's not killing us.

[Symbiosis? Maybe. She has long suspected that there are two parts that have been trying to mix like oil and water with the result being...]

There's not much else I can add then, at least not in your case.

[She's got a lot, but it's neither here nor there. For now.]

But anyway... Should I be concerned about finding a temporary place to stay? From the sound of it, I'll have to buckle down for a while.

[Oh, right. Introductions. He'd gotten a little carried away there, hadn't he.]

There's a number of cottages like this one, as well as some newer houses that are in much better condition. [He musses with the hair on the back of his head as he looks around the fairly shabby cabin living room; the couch shows signs of being slept on regularly.] --Not just because I'm not a tidy housekeeper. Most people just seem to pick a set of keys and settle down in there; if there's a key available, assume there's space in the house. Unfortunately, as you've already guessed, we don't have much of a way to leave.

If it's first come first serve, hope I don't draw a bad key.

[She muses over this new piece of information. Not a bad start so far.]

Are there any locals or are we just filling up space?

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