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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!

Threaded | Flat

Ask us here any questions you have about the TDM!

( ooc: end roll is a series with very dark cws, including suicide, child abuse, and murder. these topics may come up during the thread )

a. arrival (limited to 1 please)

[ as soon as russell arrived to this island, he certain that this was not the nameless town. could it be that he had somehow ended up in another town? in another dream?

...that doesn't seem likely.

maybe the experiment had gone wrong and he had finally died. that seems more likely. but that doesn't take away from the fact that he is in a stranger's kitchen, and there's someone clearly inside. he doubts it's a friend and he has no weapons...so perhaps that kitchen knife will do.

whoever's the current inhabitant of the house...don't underestimate this 4'9 boy with a kitchen knife. ]

b. braving the trail

[ having learned what the predicament is, russell decides...to go as far away from the town as he can. if he can't find the villagers that he knew (and perhaps that's for the best, he thinks with a painful ache in his chest) then he might as well explore this new, strange dream place.

so, of course, he takes the trail.

what he does not expect is that urge to turn back that increases with every step. it feels wrong to be here, feels bad, feels sickening, and it's all overwhelming and he has to turn back he has to--!!

and then he does and he is frozen in fear. not even the slightest hint of a whisper escapes his throat as he stares in terror at the approaching figure, just like the many nightmares that he has had to run away from before coming here. he doesn't want this. he wants to run away, he wants to escape but he knows that he can't he can never escape his sins---

god, please help him. ]

c. confession.

[ for some reason, the tone of this message reminds him of a certain irritating informant-- ]

Sleep. I'd like to go to sleep

( ooc: if you'd like to hmu with anything, pls do so at either discord @ tori#3410 or on plurk @

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Edited 2020-10-17 04:35 (UTC)

Arrival
The problem with living in a world after a post-apocalyptic event is that things other people might find immediately recognizable are completely alien to you. This is the situation Sam finds himself in when he wakes with a start in a bed that most certainly isn't his own.

It doesn't take long for sheer panic to set in. "Lou? Lou?!" Anyone else trapped in the house is sure to hear his frantic yelling, and his tone that continues to become more and more desperate as the moments tick by.

Braving the Trail I
To say Sam is used to the location is a complete overestimation, but at the very least, his serious and stoic demeanor means that he manages to come across as incredibly unfazed to anyone who isn't very good at reading people.

He's no stranger to hiking around spectacular views, so Sam keeps walking. He moves like he's in great shape, not looking like he's the least bit out of breath, even when he stops to take in the view. Anyone enjoying the view with him will eventually get him glancing in their direction. "Pretty, out, huh?" is all he says before turning back to the view.

...He's not much for conversation.

Braving the Trail II
Maybe it's a sudden sound behind him, maybe it's his imagination, but whatever it is, something compels Sam to look behind him.

It happens too quickly, but maybe that's by design, where Sam finds himself rooted to the spot, and that... thing centimeters from his face in a way that distinctly makes his skin crawl. "What... what the hell."

Misc
[Feel free to make up your own prompt!]

Arrival
[Waking up in a bathtub was... uncomfortable. Todoroki lays there for a while before he sits up with a start to scramble out of the tub. This wasn't a dream. This was far from his traditional Japanese family home or the dorm. Not that he recalls falling asleep in either as the weird visions overcame him.

Anyone in the house will just see a young man with rather interesting hair moving to get out. Those outside will just be met by someone who is trying to look composed but may just be a little frazzled. And giving off some rather unusual cold. Or is it hot?]

It Arrives
[It's not everyday that Todoroki sees a goose. A goose that just seems to be having a good time. It would be quite rude to interrupt it as it drags something along the ground to wherever a goose might need this item.

Sorry to whoever was robbed by this white bird. Though one could ask Todoroki to stop it since it's going right past him.]

Confession Network
[That's not a hard question to answer at all.]

I'd like to be home. Or at school.

[How boring]

Wildcard
[Hit me with anything, pm this journal, or throw something my way planning wise at

chromatus]

A - Arrival
[Riku had just been taking a moment to rest. After spending so long hunting across different worlds for clues about Sora's whereabouts, and then later pouring over Cid's computer terminal to get through the mess of data he'd dug up, Riku was tired. And despite his burning desire to search for his missing friend, he knew he needed the rest. And so, at the urgings of the rest of the Restoration Committee, he had laid down in the nearby cot and closed his eyes to take a rest.]

[When he awoke, he realized something was amiss. Blinking the sleep from his eyes, Riku was quick to realize he was not asleep in Merlin's house, but somewhere else entirely.]

[He gets up slowly, looking around. It's an unfamiliar bedroom he's woken up in, and it doesn't sound like anyone else is here. Travelling to different worlds isn't new for Riku, but suddenly waking up in one certainly is different.]

[Wariness settling in, Riku sits up and slowly rises, looking around his surroundings briefly before heading to the door. Whoever's house this is, he hopes they aren't home; he would hate to surprise any unsuspecting people with his sudden appearance.]

B - Braving the Trail
[The forest trail is actually rather peaceful. The wind gently rustles through the trees, the birds chirp in the distance, and the air is clear. All in all, Riku should enjoy this little nature walk.]

[But he can't shake the unease he feels in this place. A nagging feeling tugs at his bones, and despite the peace, he feels something... not quite right with this forest. Perhaps it's that unease that has him on edge, for when he hears a twig snap nearby, he turns around to look despite the prior warnings.]

[His eyes widen as he sees the figure, and he can't stop the gasp that escapes him.]

What--?!

[On instinct, he reaches to summon his Keyblade... only he can't. He can't move. His eyes widen a bit, but despite his struggles he cannot move an inch. All he can do is watch in terror as the masked figure inches closer, and closer...]

C - It Arrives
[Riku is just out minding his business, doing a little bit of grocery shopping in Fruit's Basket. He's just browsing the different products, picking out things for dinner. Though, he can't help shake the feeling something is watching him, even though every time he looks over his shoulder there's nothing to be seen.]

[So he goes about his business, which is fairly normal... until he passes by a display of stacked cans. And just as he passes it...]

HONK! HONK!

[The sudden noise makes Riku jump unexpectedly... which makes him bump into one of the cans. Which is just enough of a nudge to cause the entire display to come crashing down around him.]

[Overall, Riku is unharmed. But when he looks up and sees a goose waddling by, he can't help but stare in bewilderment... and then look on in dismay at the pile of cans around him. And sigh in defeat.]

Really..?

Edited 2020-10-17 05:08 (UTC)

i. arrival

[ You're probably minding your own business, expecting today to be like any other day, and you exit your house, and ... there's a tree in the street. A tree you're definitely sure wasn't here yesterday. And not a small one, either. It's the sort of sturdy tree that would take at least a few decades to grow from a sapling, and it's just ... here. Healthy and green and very much in your way.

If you let your eyes follow up the tree's trunk, into the lush foliage where a few birds are flitting around, there's a spot of red fluttering around. A cloak? Or -- oh, it's a person. That's definitely a person standing on a branch that's a good fifteen, twenty feet off the ground.

That's dangerous, isn't it? Maybe you'd like to say something?

Or maybe you'd like to know who the hell put this tree here, and what better person to ask than the guy who's apparently enjoying the view from atop it? ]

ii. braving the trail

[ Sure, why not. He likes the woods, he can hear birds chirping, and he's trying to get a better idea of what this place is like. So Vangeance decides to brave the trail -- though he's also way too familiar with magic to take that written warning lightly.

He can be found making his way along the trail at a brisk but unhurried pace ... but notably, tree roots and vines seem to sprout and bloom around his feet. They line either sided of the path before him, leaving enough room for him to walk, but wither away after he passes, leaving behind only a few wispy leaves on the ground. A few birds land to study these vines curiously, always flitting away before long, but it must make for a rather surreal sight. Especially since Vangeance has an open book floating beside him as he walks, its pages glowing faintly. ]

a.

[ When he spots someone up ahead, he calls out pre-emptively, before his footsteps can startle them into turning around, ]

Don't look back. [ His tone of voice is calm and mildly amicable. ] Please don't be alarmed, I'm just another person on the trail. I'm going to approach you.

[ And he does, trotting forward a few steps until he's level with this new acquaintance. ]

I apologize if I startled you.

b.

[ The moment he hears footsteps behind him, he halts. The vines around his feet seem to bristle ever so slightly, circling protectively around where he stands. Vangeance doesn't look back, keeping his eyes trained ahead as he calls out, ]

Good afternoon.

[ It's a calm greeting, and a moderately friendly one. But his voice trails off afterward as he gives a slight tilt of the head. An invitation to see what this person behind him might say.

Maybe introduce yourself? Or don't, that's also fair. ]

c.

[ Or maybe he chances upon someone who's unfortunately made the mistake of looking back and is now being held captive by Mr. Big Mask. How fortunate, for someone already being terrorized by one weird masked man to be happened upon by a second and possibly-equally-weird masked man! :^) ]

iii. it arrives.

[ So the goose has stolen someone from you, because of course it has. But as it flees -- plundered goods firmly clutched in its beak -- it doesn't run the meandering path that would be expected of a wild animal. And instead, it seems to make a beeline for ... a person?

Vangeance is standing by the street as he gazes over the landscape, trying to commit it to memory, and lets out a mildly startled 'oh' when the goose knocks into his legs. It's cleverly chosen to hide itself in the voluminous drape of his cloak. ]

Have you come back ... ?

[ He glances down at the lump of goose honking in his cloak, then looks up at the poor victim who's come chasing after the goose. To be honest, the goose probably just came to Vangeance because he fed it a snack earlier, but ... to a stranger it sure looks like he ordered the goose to steal stuff for him, doesn't it? ]

iv. wildcard

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[Super quick and dirty cliffnotes here]

1. Arrival
He was -- what was he doing? Oh yes. Pieces had sent him to retrieve an item from the storeroom, just before the door had opened. And so, the android had steps into the room, pausing when the change of light registers. Orange eyes shift over the contents of the room.

This is... a kitchen? His sensors detect a faint, musty odour that had not been there before. Diagnosis: Incorrect location. Current location: Unknown. Pale hair shifts as he turns his head, taking in the contents of the room.

What face would Pieces make, in this situation? Ah, yes. He would have a cigarette, but Xavier's lips flatten into a flat sort of frown, and it looks... weird. Like he doesn't really know what he's doing (because, well, he... doesn't. He also doesn't seem to realise that he's blocking the door out of the room, or that anyone might be needing to, y'know. Use that door to get in or out.

2. It Arrives

Automatically, Xavier has begun the effort of examining the town. Well... he had been. And then there is a small, silky-seeming white creature padding around that... absolutely catches his attention. The goose - his databases confirm that the sound of its honk is indeed a goose's - seems to be... looking? For things to do? Currently, he's followed the creature quite a ways, and it's... it's on top of a roof. Does it have a... is that a frying pan? It may be. Xavier might have even helped the goose to find it, who knows!

"... How peculiar." So here he is, standing outside a house. This six-foot, blonde haired man. Staring up at a goose as it goes about its merry, mischievous way.

3. Confession network

There are a good many things Xavier was never taught, and databases weren't always easy to come by. In six months, those things hadn't been an issue. He's not fit for human consumption, so Pieces said - though he's set up to learn. You'll find someone eventually, he'd said.

That's not important, though. What is important is this chirping, beeping item in Xavier's hand, which he's staring at very intently as if that will unlock the secret to how it works. He can see the message lighting up the screen, but... what does it mean? What does he do with it? Turning it about produces no connection code, and scans indicate no malfunctioning internal machinery or personal interface...

It doesn't bother him to hear the beeping, but it's probably Real Annoying to those around him. Please send help.

4. Wildcard
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Edited (Forgets a whole-ass option ok) 2020-10-17 05:21 (UTC)

Arrival

[Sabriel stumbles through a door- then blinks. There's no stairwell in front of her. Instead there's... the inside of something that looks rather like an ordinary Ancelstierrian home, complete with electrical lights. Sabriel, clad in Old Kingdom attire, blinks in confusion. Especially when she turns around and finds a very different door than the one to the reservoir- one that opens onto... a town? The fog is unsettling, but lacks the reek of Free magic.]

Touchstone? Mogget?

[Neither of them are here. But Sabriel can hear noise, deeper in the house, so she draws her sword, holding it in a guard position as she inches forward, her free hand already sketching Charter marks that hover around her, shining in the air.]

Who's there? [It's the first of many questions she'd like to ask.]

Currently residing

[Dead. Dead who, bizarrely, have maintained their living appearance and personality- and don't seem to have noticed the town's living residents at all. Sabriel watches them carefully for a few minutes, before speaking with them, her voice as sonorous and commanding as she can make it.]

Why are you lingering in Life? Why haven't you passed on?

[The answer she gets makes her frown, puzzled. Freshly Dead spirits could sometimes be confused, or in denial of their own deaths... but these do not seem freshly dead. Sabriel turns, almost bumping into one of the town's living residents. And her next words are said in a far more natural voice- one tense and serious, but clearly young.]

They're Dead. [Sabrie's somehow pronouncing the capital D, and her tone is one of deep concern as she watches them as a mongoose might watch a snake.] They're not hostile. [But there's an unspoken yet at the end, as Sabriel unconsciously curls her fingers around the handle of one of the bells in her bandolier.]

It arrives

[How is a story that Sabriel doesn't want to tell, but the goose has gotten a hold of her bandolier and is dragging it along the street, running as fast as its webbed feet can carry it.

Sabriel is chasing after it furiously shouting and not paying attention to much else.]

No, stop! Give that back!

[Sabriel hastily sketches out a spell of immobility- and launches it at the goose. Hopefully no one was standing too close to it, or they might get hit by in instead, and find themselves frozen in place, unable to move.]

A - Arrival

[Anyone who is living in this house might hear some rumbling and coughing within their chimney. That wasn't an animal rumbling in there... It just so happened to be a human being making noise. There's more unsettling noises before a boy with striking white hair and red eyes comes crawling out of the hearth. He was used to sleeping out in the wild outdoors, but this was a different experience for sure.

Not only that... His face and clothes were covered in soot. And not only that, he only manages to pull himself out half way up to his torso. The rest of Taichi's body was still stuck in there.]

--Ho ho ho! Santa Claus has come early! [A beat.] But, uh.... In all seriousness, I'm kinda stuck here. Is someone around to help a guy out? My leg's starting to fall asleep.

B - Braving the Trail

[This wasn't the first time that he's entered a world that was unlike his own. The first thing that Taichi decides to do is go down the forest trail to see if this place had a limit to see how far they could go. Maybe there would've been a boundary field... Something to keep people from coming in or getting out. And by the wild chance, Taichi was hoping to find a hokora shrine nearby. Maybe with the use of his eyes, he could...

Taichi's thoughts came to a halt as he noticed that he wasn't the only one who was walking down this path! It's been a while since he's had some human face-to-face conversation... He hopes that he isn't too rusty at the whole socializing thing. Just remember to act like a normal human...]

Hey there, stranger! What do you think is at the end of this trail? Treasure? An ancient holy weapon? Someone's secret porn stash?

[One of these things is not like the others and this boy is smiling like it isn't anything weird.]

C - Confession Network

[Question time, huh? What a unique phone! The real answer is something that non achievable for him and far more simple... So he decides to go for a more exotic and tailor made response. ]

If I had to pick a place that I'd like to go... It'd probably be France for a little vacation. First, I'd take a scienic boat ride to absorb the beautiful sights. Then I'd visit the Waffle Towel to do some quiet reminiscing on the food and the women. And finally, I'd settle down in my hotel room and carefully drink a bottle of Cham Paggin before drifting off to bed. The Cuntry of Love is a suitable place for the Love Aristocrat, no?

Now does this bot want to know my three sizes too? That's class-i-fied information. ♥

[Where could one begin with the typos in this text...?]

i. Arrival
[ Regardless of where you are, for Judar this all starts with a splash. Either:

a. You were just stepping out as the bathtub filled with warm water, and maybe bath salts or suds, or just the water on its own. It was barely a minute before a heavy splash is heard a significant portion of that water is forced over the edges and onto the floor.

or b. Where you were conveniently passing by as the young adult is shooed out of the home, dripping a wide trail from the thick braid of hair more so than the body itself.

Trust him, it's probably more confusing for him (especially as the newer arrival,) but only mildly more startling than... his skin? Because in moving around, he's inspecting his bare feet and hands, along with the staff as if to make sure of what was there. ]

What the... So where's this now?

ii. It Arrives for Confession Time
a.
[ This wasn't the first time that he'd been harrassed by wildlife (assumed local, because why wouldn't he,) but it was the first time he'd seen one so incessant. At first it was a shoe being tossed at him, as Judar was off relaxing on a bench. Weird, but... Well, no, that wasn't the only time he'd been bothered. The thing was pulling at his hair, as it was so conveniently long enough to grab.

Harmless, but it also lead to a bit of tug of war as he kept trying to shake the fowl off his braid. ]

The fuck're you wanting? Here- Off already!

[ Apparently what it wanted was some kind of tribute, for whatever purposes a goose could want. As Judar tossed the phone down at it, with the heart game trying to demand attention, the goose let go to scoop up its prize and head off. Well, that dealt with two annoyances at once. ]

b.
[ Though those who are paying attention to the newest confession game will realize a rather odd response in the list: ]

fghnjx bnhmjwser

[ You can't really judge a goose for its spelling though, now can you? Eventually the phone returns to the original owner's hands, but it's not as if he's invested enough to go through and clean up after the choices were made. ]

Misc.
For whatever else you'd like. Feel free to hit me up at

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(ooc: tokyo ghoul is a series with cannibalism as its theme. It might not come up in the thread but just to be safe, there's a warning.)

a - arrival

[One moment she's laying on the sofa, doodling in her notebook and gradually falling asleep, then the next she suddenly woke up in a bathtub. Needless to say, it was uncomfortable. At first, she thought Touka was messing with her, but then she realizes something was amiss. As she stumbles out of the bathroom, she realizes this isn't her big sister's apartment.]

Um... Where?

[The question comes out as a whisper, afraid. If there's anyone in the house with her, they'll find one nervous and fidgety fourteen year old walking around with a whole lot of tension in the poor girl's body language.]

b - it arrives

[She's still frazzled with this new situation, she's in a whole different place than Japan, without Touka or Kaneki or anyone she knows. But she knows she has to stay strong, for their sake, even if they aren't here. Plus, nobody here seems to know who or what she is, and it's freeing to be able to go outside without having to don a disguise. Of course she's not about to spill her secrets to anyone, either. So she finds herself a spot outside, brings her notebook- the only reminder of home -and starts doodling on it.

She was minding her own business when suddenly--]

HONK!

[Hinami squeaks and jumps unexpectedly at the sudden noise. She turns to see a goose right next to her, eyes wide and blinking... This is the first time she's seen a goose outside of a picture book. It's cute. Until it snatches the notebook from her hand and starts waddling away. It takes a moment for dumbfounded Hinami to register what just happened, then she quickly stands up and gives chase.]

H-hey! Give that back!

c - confession time

[She got her notebook back, somehow. She went back to her initial spot when her phone suddenly rings in her pocket. Right, she nearly forgot about the phone that was with her. She's never owned a smartphone before, it's kinda exciting.

Though she finds herself a bit of a problem when she starts reading]

"We're... b-back. It's... "... Um...

[She frowns, eyes squinting as if that could help her. She didn't quite know how to read her native language, it's going to take a whole lot of effort to read another language.]

Wildcard

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Sharkbyte, or just throw me a surprise.]

▶ option i. [ braving the trail ]

[Himeko honestly was not the type of person that one would describe as athletic and that fact shows as she travels down that path, although the fact that there's a sign that outright states not to turn around is telling...

She decides to snap photos of the sign for good measure, given that the text is scripted, and takes on the hike in hopes that perhaps she'd find something besides the view.

If someone decides to try turning around, Himeko herself makes an attempt to call out:]

stop

[Unless she's already too late.]

▶ option ii. [ confession network ]

[Himeko is pretty used to cell phones, although seeing the application just constantly beeping makes her want to open it and just close it because she has zero time for this kind of thing, but you know what they say: curiosity killed the cat.

Although calling 'confession' a game is kind of...

It feels more like prying; like gossip.

But she's also mildly curious to see if the beeping would stop if she just exits the app--]

kidding

[--of course it persists, and it's even making noises that seem almost pitiful. Sorry about that, for those who may be around in the area.

In the end, she decides to reopen the application and types out the following:]

I've never been to Tokyo before. It's a place in Japan, although I don't know how many people are familiar with that country. I've always wanted to visit.

As for why, I guess it's because it's the capital? There's no deep reason behind it. Of course, that's if it has to be a place I've never been to before. Otherwise, I'd rather be home. I have some people waiting for me.

You?

▶ option wildcard

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tsundereban or via PM. Himeko over here is from Precious Time, so if you'd like to avoid spoilers for that - or any of the later light novel volumes, let me know!]

Edited 2020-10-17 06:44 (UTC)

I. Arrival

[The thing about being bound to one place for the entirety of one's life is that they can tell immediately they're not where they belong. Especially if said person is not actually a person, but a machine whose brain ought to be elsewhere. Whose body is supposed to have been shut down for good.

Luna feels so out of place and unsure of what her next task should be that she can't even enjoy how natural this place is compared to her home. She wanders vaguely, continuously winding up the locket around her neck to play a song, the only thing grounding her and giving her some kind of connection to home. The notes ting away as she approaches, her fingers entwined in front of her.]

Excuse me? I'm sorry, I don't mean to interrupt... Would you mind telling me where I am? I seem to be lost.

II. Braving the Trail

[Once the shock has worn away, Luna does appreciate all this natural beauty, especially on a trail such as this. The promise of an even more spectacular view is even more tempting, and so she goes!

She never gets that temptation to look back, though. To her, the sign counts as an order, and she will not disobey even if it might not be directly from a human. Instead, she looks ahead of her, smiling as she takes in all the sights and sounds that she never got to experience back on the moon.]

Have you ever seen anything like this before? [She asks her companion, who may be having far more trouble fighting the temptation to look back than she is.]

III. It Arrives

[Luna does not have any bells, but the bird cage locket she keeps around her neck is particularly shiny. She has no idea how it happened. She has no idea why it happened. All she knows is that there was honking, a rustle of feathers, and then the necklace was gone, slipped from her neck and into the beak of a horrible goose.]

Ah! Please, stop!

[She gives chase, but the goose is pretty dang fast! Help a damsel in distress?!]

IV. Confession Network

[She's never known the world outside of her home, so...]

Some place that's full of nature and greenery. It always sounds so peaceful...

i - Arrival

[He had been running.]

[Not at a full sprint, but still hurrying over and around the rubble at a fair pace, and so a new Wickie comes barreling into the world—and straight into someone else. He's tall, carrying a strange spiral-tipped lance, and his clothes reek of smoke and blood. Hubert's too exhausted to avoid the collision, muttering a quiet curse as he staggers to find his balance.]

ii - Trail

That almost sounds like a threat.

[Hubert frowns at the sign, close to outright scowling. He's still carrying that strange spear, unwilling to let go of the weapon in a stranger world. Never mind that a man waltzing around in a high-collared cape, war-tattered clothing, and with a stabbing implement was likely a greater threat than the sign.]

[But if not stopped or spoken to, he stalks on, determined to get a lay of the land; he seems utterly oblivious to the forest's pull without an ounce of procrastination to ever grace his being. Whether he happens on someone else on the trail or at the coastline was for chance to decide.]

iii - Confession

Home. Some of us have far more important things to do than humor irrelevant games.

(Info can be found over here! Tl;dr she's a half-angel, now fallen, with serious dad issues. Her story is heavy with religious themes, child abuse and murder which may pop up in threads.)

I. Arrival

[Suddenly waking up in a bathtub, especially with wings, is very uncomfortable and not a way she wanted to wake up in... wherever this is. Anastasia knows she's not where she should be - Ran and Sonali aren't here either - so now she needs to figure out what the hell is going on. Whoever is unfortunate enough to share a house with her has to deal with her suddenly storming out of the bathroom, out of the house and into the air with a flap of her wings. It's all very sudden.

She then lands a few moments later, perching atop one of the house roofs as she looks around - hands on her hips, looking more than a little perturbed.]

How did I go in a circle? I flew straight ahead...

II. Braving The Trail

[A trail in the woods sounds as sketchy as it comes, but she won't turn down a chance to explore more of this strange place. The warning is noted, but mostly ignored, if only because she knows she can keep her eyes trained stubbornly ahead. No matter how much the urge itches at the back of her mind, begging her to just turn around.

And if she's walking with someone else, someone who might try to turn, a black wing will raise to block their vision. And also gently nudge their face forward again. Don't worry, the feathers are very soft - and she glances over at them, flashing a wry grin.]

No looking back, right? This place seems like it's weird enough to do something if you try.

[And if they both get there with little issue, Anastasia looks over the view with a quiet "oooh!". Moving to crouch near the cliff edge, clearly uncaring of how dangerous it is - she can fly, so it's totally fine!]

Hmmm... It's nice, but still debating if that was worth it. [Something besides a nice view would've been nice, but she's also just greedy.]

III. It Arrives

[There is a goose. There is a goose that is getting into mischief, and Anastasia thinks that it's the best thing she's seen. It seems (???) to have found kinship with the nephilim, flapping its wings at her before honking when she returns the gesture.

Then it lowers its head - Anastasia immediately doing the same. More honking, before it waddles on its way, the woman following closely behind. Should she be encouraging it's mayhem? Probably not. Is she going to anyway? Of course.

Which is why she's doing things like helping it onto the roof it seeks to lord over, speaking to it as if it can understand. Which it seems like it can, honestly.]

On this roof, right? [Honk.]

IV. Confession Network

Obvious answer is home. Otherwise I dunno, I travel a lot anyway so there's nowhere in particular I want to go.

[That's technically a lie, but she's not too keen on exposing anything personal to a bunch of strangers.]

V. Wildcard

[Feel free to hit me up over PMs if you would like to plot anything else, or throw anything at me! I am open to anything and everything.]

((I promise there are no spoilers for the new series currently airing in these prompts, though I will warn for the usual stuff that comes with this canon that may come up in threads: murder, gore, paranoia/mental health disorders, etc. etc. due to canon point being Disaster Awakening Arc))

A: Arrival

[Given that Satoko's last memory involved lying in a hospital bed, it comes as no surprise that she wakes up in a bed here in this strange place as opposed to being found outside somewhere.

However, the realization that she is in an unfamiliar bed that is not in the hospital has her quickly scrambling, practically crashing onto the floor in her haste to get away. Did the staff move her? ... Was she kidnapped and brought elsewhere? Could it... have been the same man that she felt was following her and Rika around those last few days?

As such, she needs to get the hell out of here as quickly as possible before the man comes back. Except, her falling out of bed may have attracted attention, so she looks around for something nearby: a broom, a chair, anything she can lift and swing as a potential weapon as she makes for the door.

... So, uh, whoever is coming to investigate, be prepared for potentially getting attacked by a scared 11 year old girl here.]

B: Honk

[Anyone investigating the recent goose sightings may come across a sudden trail of snacks that seem to be for the intent of leading the goose somewhere, as sure enough, the goose can be found sampling one of them on the ground.

... And then there's Satoko, who seems to be watching the goose very intently behind a nearby tree. What is she waiting for? ... Is she trying to trap the goose?

... Or maybe itll end up being you that falls into her trap if you accidentally take three more steps to the left, but either way, this sure is happening here.]

C: Wildcard

[Got something else you wanna do with us instead? Here's the prompt for it! You can also PM this journal or find me at

wailords for more in depth plotting.]

Edited 2020-10-17 15:11 (UTC)

Arrival

[It had been sheer exhaustion, the sound of waves lapping against the hull of the humble ship that his party had boarded passage upon to cross the frigid waters of the northern Atlantic, that had finally lulled him to sleep after hours of uncomfortable insomnia. He disliked storms after watching one destroy his home in his youth, and he disliked the ocean as a matter of principle after spending over a decade in the arid plains of the frontier. Carey Marshall was not a man prone to flights of fancy--

But waking up on his face under the dining table had him blearily wondering whether he had dreamed up the entire last few weeks.

Grunting in discomfort from his aching joints and pounding headache, Marshall grabbed for his hat made to sit up-- and smacked his head. Hard.]

The hell!?

[He cursed, his voice a low growl of agitation in his throat. Crawling his way out, he pulled his wide brimmed hat down over his head and looked around at the unfamiliar housing accomodations.]

Portia? Alan? You pullin' somethin' here?

[Scanning the room, he was taken aback by how foreign some of the items were. More quietly, doubting himself, he continued:]

Or maybe...

Thea? You here?

Anita?

Trail

[The scenic outdoors was at least familiar to him, and Marshall quickly took to the trail. Admiring the trees and the cleaned up walking path, he found the walk rather pleasant... until he read the sign.

He hummed in consideration at the warning not to look back, and briefly found himself recalling his own mother's stories when he and his sisters were young. Most striking was the similarity to the conditions faced by the young musician as he attempted to lead the woman he loved back home from the underworld-- and the ultimate failure that the young couple was met with.]

This ain't a path to Hell now, is it?

[He asked, to no one in particular.]

If anyone's back there, it's best you come up now so we don't get in trouble over this.

Confession

[Marshall was not a man accustomed to these strange devices. The weird chirps and buzzes nearly had him dropping the thing in his surprise and confusion-- but, spotting the question and a way to respond, he gamely made an attempt.]

NOT THAT IT MATTERS BUT I WOULD LIKE TO SEE MY MOTHER'S HOME COUNTRY.

I DON'T THINK IT'S THE SAME THAT SHE REMEMBERS ANYMORE. THAT WAS DECADES AGO.

[Forgive the capslock. He has no idea what he's doing.]

Wildcard

[Don't like a prompt? Make one up!

Here is an infodump about Marshall for anyone curious, but long story short is that he's a Cowboy who is charming but kinda dumb... dumb enough to get himself haunted. Hit me up on Plurk at

woodrift if you wanna talk or ask questions.]

Arrival

[Lying facedown in a grimy bathtub that's still damp from whoever was previously using it- this isn't how he expected to wake up.

A bizarre situation that fits the ridiculous hallucination he had seconds before, what he assumed, was his death. There's no blood staining the fiberglass tub though and when he pushes himself up to pat down his body, he finds his wounds healed and-

He isn't sure what to make of this.

So sorry whatever randos are in this particular home-he wastes no time in ripping open the bathroom door in this unfamiliar room with a loud-]

Send me back now-I have unfinished business!

Currently residing

[Look, he's over it.

This whole goddamn place is a disaster and he was fine-

Well, not fine, but he was accepting and able to deal with the randos in the cottage he's being forced to room with.

But he draws the line at ghosts.

He draws two lines at ghosts who keep moving his stuff and ruining his room by misplacing the few items he's managed to collect during his short time here.

The thing is-they aren't hurting anyone. It's strange and he lit the candle one time to deter the spirits after he heard rumors of it getting rid of the creatures, only to find them vanish with shrieks of agony.

He didn't light it again, but-

Now his lighter is missing, maybe out of defiance for the single time he lit a candle and you know what? It's fair. But he's still mad about it and he could really use a smoke.

He rips open drawer after drawer, opens cabinet after cabinet, and even drops to the ground to check under appliances.]

These spirits are persistent.

It Arrives

[It's a goose.

An intruder of the most ridiculous caliber, Caesar isn't sure what to make of the animal. It seems too harmless to have been set on them for no reason. It's whatever. He's content to ignore the honking beast until it tires itself out. Occasionally he'll sass it with a 'You're an annoying animal' and 'Go away' and he'll even try to throw crumbs of bread to get it out of his personal space, but-

The goose is smarter than this beefy man.

It jabs at his feet for more bread and Caesar, leaning down to scold the creature eye to eye, doesn't expect it to lurch forward to grab the lit cigarette from his lips.

It's a ridiculous sight-a smoking goose- and he almost barks out a laugh. Almost. He's too irritated by this unwanted problem to appreciate the sight. ]

Are you proud of yourself?

[Nasty creature. He whips a hand up to take the lit cigarette from its beak, but it's already waddling away and he's just-]

Idiot.

Braving the trail (end)

A lovely view, isn't it?

[A single man, robed in dark kimono and eye covered with a patch, perches reclined upon one of the rocks at the end of the trail and looks out over the ocean view. There's no indication of how long he's been here, but he seems quite relaxed.]

[Matoba has been waiting. Surely, anyone with the conviction to make it all the way here must be at least somewhat competent; at the very least, they may be a useful connection to have in a place that is teeming with suspicious presences. He passed by several others on the path here who were seemingly not so lucky. A shame, that, but he simply couldn't be expected to go back for them. The inconvenient rules of ayakashi forbade it... But perhaps by waiting here, eventually, Matoba could find the perpetrator and exorcise it. Until then, the victims were necessary sacrifices.]

[He gestures to one of the rocks nearby him, and turns, at last, to smile placidly at his fellow compatriot, who remained steadfast in the walk all the way here.] Won't you join me?

Currently residing

[This place was troublesome, indeed. Matoba clicks his tongue disapprovingly as he watches the shapes move about the homes, communicating, fixing moved objects- all seemingly unaware of their own situation. Was something keeping them here? Hoping to find a hotspot or a curse, a specific cause for this place to have ensnared them, he's been walking from place to place simply to observe. Once, he lights an incense and chants a spell to exorcise one of them, and it goes with a great, bloody shriek.]

[Fascinating.]

[Unfortunately, Matoba's exploration may include otherwise occupied homes.... It's a little difficult to discern the living and the dead, the human and the inhuman, sometimes, when your senses are filled with both. He may in fact walk right into you, seemingly not expecting your body to be solid, and give a soft sound of surprise.]

...My apologies. Am I intruding? [He doesn't sound sorry at all.]

It arrives

[There is a goose dangling in mid-air by its foot- squawking, flapping its wings, and generally kicking up a ruckus.]

[Nearby the goose, watching it with slight confusion and curiosity, is Matoba, one hand raised to his cheek in a sigh, like he's deciding what to do with a particularly naughty child.]

You are very determined, aren't you?

[Please rescue this poor goose.]

[OOC; for those with the power to sense or see spirits/demons/whathaveyou, there is a tall, slender black shadow wearing a kimono and a simple white mask holding the goose up in midair.]

[wildcards]

[Feel free to come up with your own hook to one of these situations if you'd like! In addition to the creature mentioned in the 3rd prompt, Matoba's eyepatch will appear as a normal eyepatch to those without any spiritual sense, and will appear as a white spelltag covering the right half of his face to those who do.]

ARRIVAL
[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?

1. Arrival

[It happened very quickly. One minute Nick's leaning back in his chair, having a smoke, and the next he's falling over backwards on a carpeted floor of the cleanest house he's ever seen. So it's definitely not his Diamond City office anymore. Even Ellie's not this thorough.

Quick diagnostic. All cognitive functions operating as normal. So he's not just having an extremely realistic memory flash. Something happened.

The synth stands up, dusts off his ratty trenchcoat and extinguishes his cigarette in the palm of his skeletal hand. Don't want to be smoking in someone else's house. He originally plans just to look around the place and get his bearings, but he steps into the next room and someone is there.]

Oh, excuse me. This your place?

2. Braving the Trail

["Don't look back?" Dire consequences? Yeah, no thanks. The view can't be THAT good. Besides, long lonely walks in the woods like this are a great way to get eaten by a yao guai.

Or at least those are Nick's initial thoughts. He's heading away from the trailhead to keep looking around when his audio sensors pick up a noise of distress a short ways down the path ahead.

Is someone in trouble?

Instantly, Nick's on his way. Extremely careful not to look back, he heads up the trail in search of the noise's source.

Ahead. Someone frozen and still in the path.]

Hey. You all right?

3. It Arrives

[Kind of nice to see a regular goose for once. Radgeese are rarely encountered in the Commonwealth but they...

Mmm. What do you call a nightmare in somebody who can't sleep? Whatever it is, his are still vivid.

It's following him down the street as he continues his investigation of the town center.]

Trying to look innocent, eh?

["Honk."]

Well, I know that look. What'd you do?

["Honk." Oh. There's something by its feet. A stolen object? Looks like something significant. Maybe somebody's looking for it.]

All right. Cough it up, pal.

[Pictured: a man-shaped robot having an argument with a goose.]

4. Network Confession

un: valentine

A functioning terminal network. Looks like we're really not in Kansas anymore.

The answer is, somewhere in Europe. Always wanted to know what that looks like now.

The question is, who wants to know and why?

Wildcard
[HOLY SHIT A ROBOT! Please feel free to make something up!

I will happily match your tag format, so please respond with prose or brackets as you prefer.]

Edited 2020-10-17 18:42 (UTC)

I. Arrival
Song Lan woke up on the bed disoriented, groggy at most, and his vision fuzzy. Eventually, when his conscious returns he found himself in a strange place. Not bothering to pay attention to who is occupied with him in the house. He took a walk outside and found himself on an island. South Sister, this town is called. He appears as he was, a tall man with long black hair, a stoic expression fixed, though carry an aura of aloofness wearing black robes with billowing sleeves.

He find himself walking around, exploring, but almost in a stupor, slightly confused, because it felt like he woke up from a long sleep.

"Where am I? And what is this place?"

II. Braving the Trail
He took a walk on the trail through the woods in search of answers. He wondered about the sign he reads, but he needs answers to his inquiries of this place. The hike is just like any other, but he feel a sense of dread and a terrible itch that he's going to turn around to head back, but just about midway he sees a fellow Wickie completely paralyzed and unable to move.

"Are you alive?" He whispered. He reaches over to feel the wickie's pulse on their neck. "You're alive. What happened? Please remain calm, I'm here to help." However, he'll find the wickie won't be able to speak.

He's not going to let this person die from overexposure.

III. Currently residing
Song Lan has been here for a few days, but getting used to life on the island need some time getting used to. The cottage he's staying will do for now. Sleep doesn't come easy at night, as he has nightmares of his life back home.

It's only when he started to notice things move inside of his house. Chairs moved. Items in places from their original places. Someone has been messing with his things. It's only when he started seeing them, people appear as faded images like a holograph. "Spirits....?" He tries speaking to them, but he goes left unheard as if he's the one invisible.

Turning to his housemate, "Do you see them?"

IV. Confession network
What is a heart game? Should I answer this? Ah, all right. I don't like talking about it.

I wish to go back home, the Baixue temple, the way it once was before the massacre. But it happened a long ago. I haven't seen my homeland for a long time, but I went on a journey to make amends to an old friend. If you have seen him, his name is Xingchen.

V. Wildcard
[Anything else? Feel free to make your own starter basing on the scenarios above!]

Arrival

[Paige had been having a pretty normal day in paradise, all things considered. She'd woken up with the sunrise, sipped a couple of mimosas on the beach, and then had headed off into the jungle for some exercise. She'd had plans for the evening, just hanging with Sam and Melody, maybe popping over to Westchester to catch a movie or something. Basically things were finally looking up for Mutantkind, and for the X-Men in general and she was living large as a hero of Krakoa.

Right up until she leaps over a fallen log and through, apparently, a gateway she hadn't known about. Stumbling, catching herself before she trips, Paige rights herself and looks around in bleary eyed confusion.]

...The hell?

[Her jaw sets as she realizes there's no Krakoan gateway, and she glares at anyone nearby. She may not be the most physically imposing person at 5'7" but she's clearly got muscle tone, and the fire in her gaze is unmistakable. She's ready to fight if she doesn't get answers.]

Where the hell am I, and how'd I get here?

Braving the Trail

[A magical trail that one can't turn around on? That one's new even to Paige, but it's caught her interest at least. She's a pretty experienced hiker, so this at least promises some semblance of enjoyment for her. Setting off alone, since she's not particularly talkative, her focus entirely on the path ahead.

Her attention span is pretty absolute, and she doesn't turn around, making it all the way to the end. Maybe there's someone there, in which case she'll greet them with a wave]

Nice, ain't it?

[But just as easily, Paige sees someone frozen in place on her way back and stops, curious.]

...You okay?

It Arrives

Oh no...get out of here you sonnovabitch!

[Paige glares from over the fence around a small vegetable garden, her jaw set and her eyes blazing in the direction of the honking beast. In one hand she holds a hoe, the other clenched into a tight fist.]

I've had enough of you comin' in here, ripping up my tomatoes.

[Honk! is the only reply, implying perhaps that peace was never an option.]

Don't make me come over there.

[Honk! (someone stop her before she murders this goose)]

Confession

Anywhere in the world? Well heck, I've already been most places, so let's say home. Kentucky or Krakoa, doesn't matter which. Why? C'mon, do I gotta spell it out for you? Home is home, period.

Wildcard

[If you're looking for another scenario or want to plot something, hit me up at

intercession. Paige's canonpoint is roughly current comics continuity, a few months behind.]

Edited 2020-10-18 15:21 (UTC)

Good Morning

OOC: CW for death, blood and some mild body horror.

[Hello fellow Wickie! It's a new day already that's definitely going to be a good one... Or not.

The floor area right next to your bed has gotten more bloody since last time you saw it. There is in fact a rather sizable bloody puddle and right in middle of it lies a body of young girl with a dark hair. The condition of the girl isn't for sensitive eye. Her entire body is twisted in unnatural angle, the bone has popped out of her left knee and the back of her head seems to be open. Her eyes are open, staring right in front of her with a surprised expression. It's as if she had fallen from high and crashed right into something very hard just before her arrival. She doesn't breather nor is there a heartbeat. She's good as dead.

Looks like your day didn't start the way you thought it would.. Or maybe it did? Well, either way. Have a fun while dealing with the corpse.]

She looked

[Of course she did.

In fact Mana hadn't reached very far in her hike before giving in to the temptation to look behind her. The initial warning didn't really bother her. After all, there weren't that many things that could potentially bring her that much harm.

So, without thinking about it too much she took a slight peek over her shoulder to make sure there was nothing wrong and --]

Ah! [Mana lets out a startled sound as her eyes land on the masked stranger right behind her. That person certainly wasn't there just a moment ago! Otherwise she should have heard their footsteps, right? The fear doesn't linger within her long and is quickly replaced with frustrated defensiveness. However, before she gets to chance to ask just what's the stranger's problem her voice gets caught in her throat. And that's not all. Unnatural coldness clings to her body as she finds herself completely frozen still. She can't move a muscle and is forced to watch as the stranger creeps closer and closer until Mana can see her breath hitting the surface of the mask.

Just what did this person do to her?!

After a time that feels like an eternity the stranger pulls back and moves forward. Leaving frozen Mana on her own.]

A new friend?

[The bird immediately catches Mana's interest. She's familiar with the wild geese, sure, but this is first time she sees one that's completely white. Curious Mana follows the bird around, watching as it wreaks havoc by breaking fences and knocking different objects down. It's amusing for sure.

And when the bird shows interests towards the weird metal tablet (the phone) Mana happily offers it to her new 'friend'. After all, she doesn't quite understand what the small tablet is really for. No hurt giving it up.

The gift seems to please the bird and it actually let's Mana to reach out and pet its soft feathered head.]

Aww, aren't you a friendly thing.

[After that Mana can be seen helping the goose with its pranks and creating chaos.]

Edited 2020-10-18 18:19 (UTC)

Braving the trail.
[Matsuko had taken to the trail just out of curiosity, but given her family's background with the supernatural she has a deep respect for mysterious environments like this. Reverential? No, but respect in the way you don't stick your hand in the mouth of a predator. She keeps walking with her usual confident gait, hands behind her head in a casual manner, but if anyone walking alongside her even seems to slow down she speaks up immediately.]

Don't. [She keeps facing forward. She keeps walking.] I'm not gonna save your ass if a ghost eats you.

Currently residing.
A.
[Matsuko meets the ghosts with some curiosity, but she doesn't seem bothered by their presence. She observes them for a while before she tries to talk to them, but as expected they are fairly dismissive of her during conversation, seeing her as the ghost as they would with anyone else who tried to talk to them.]

I wonder...I don't feel like a ghost, do you?

B.
[She won't try the candle herself, but the moment the ghosts react poorly to someone else lighting it she reaches out a hand to try and stop them only for the ghosts to disappear.

Her hand drops slowly, and she frowns.]

...what was that for?

Heartgame.
Well, it's gotta be obvious! An island paradise surrounded by hot dudes! Serving me drinks!

[SHE'S SHAMELESS.]

Edited 2020-10-18 19:55 (UTC)

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