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Fourth TDM: Winter's breath


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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.

Start of Winter

Thankfully things have more or less dried out, for the seasons are already changing. Or at least, the weather is, and with it...comes snow.

The grass on the island is covered, various trees lose the last of their leaves, the sand becomes crunchy, and even a portion of the ocean water becomes frozen solid. (Take THAT, water!). And with it, Wickies wake up at their feet (or suddenly in their hands if they don’t sleep) warm clothing and various ways to keep warm- or at least keep the cold from messing with their joints!

And with it, there are snow shovels and boots that are set out neatly by the door. It seems more snowk is expected, and foot protection is more important than ever. While it is possible for some (those who are not infected by the Silence at least) to use the teleporter to get from town to their homes, there are pathways that need to be cleared for everyone.

It might be a good time to offer a helping hand! Especially with some Wickies who are snowed into their homes.

Or it could be a good time to use the shovels to gather snow for snow ball fights, snow forts, and similar winter activities. The nice thing about the winter shovels is that they’ll have them for a few months.

Too bad the ground is nearly frozen solid, and these particular shovels are not good for digging into the ground.


Frosty Protections

While there may be the snow and the quiet that’s coming in, there are other things that are coming into the island too. There are tables that linger day or night, which have tangyuan. Some in the shape of various animals, and some of them that are simply balls of colored dough. They are edible, and thankfully they don’t have a negative consequence to eating them (unlike the mooncakes from before) but there are written instructions, which also proclaim outloud to a Wickie if they linger for awhile:

“For the use of protective talismans! Stick it on your chair, your door, your window!”

Interestingly enough, they do seem to work. Wickies who are Silence infected are repelled by them, feeling uneasy and nauseous around them and touching the tangyuan even with covered hands will cause a burning sensation.

Infected Wickies who eat the treats...they’re in for a rough time. Really rough.

There are also little tables with various drinks, some being fruit juice, sparkling fruit juice, champagne and of similar ilk- but not ever with water. That’s just bad luck after everything.

The inscription for this table, which is again read out loud, “Toast to others health”

Picking up the cups, they will be unable to drop it, and the fluid will refill in the Wickie’s cup until they find someone to toast to- whether it’s in humor or in earnestness.

For the next twelve hours after the toast is made, even if the drink is not drunk after, the Wickie toasted will find they will have better luck in that subject, whether it is in health, love, or friendship, or just in general.

The same applies if Wickies toast together to a group of people as well.


Of hooves and horns

The strangest thing of all isn't the sweet rice balls, nor is it the smell of evergreens heavy in the air. Instead, it's the masks set to everyone, and the ruckus music that thrums through the air, deep into the night.

The masks are of a haggard old woman, well worn and aged, and that of a man with horns and facial hair similar to a goat.

There are different effects when it comes to the masks, both happening at night with the music starts.

Wickies wearing the devilish mask find themselves wearing a ragged fur suit, prancing in the streets, ready to whip other Wickies whose behavior has been suspect or bad as of late. Finding the wicked and punishing them is an impulse, neigh impossible to ignore. And, too, there is a sense of wicked glee when they do punish someone with their reeds and whips. Krampus masked Wickies thankfully can be pacified with rum or brandy. They'll need the help of another to pull of the mask. But once it's off, the costume vanishes, and the chagrin of what happened ( or the satisfaction) follows.

Wickies wearing the woman’s mask will find that they’re not trying to scare people, but instead, they find themselves loping in and out of the crowds, searching, scanning, for certain people, all the while wearing ragged clothing, and often a scarf on their now ratty, graying hair.

It’s with a sickening horror that Wickies will realize there is something in the mask that is watching through the mask itself, and is nodding to itself far away and writing their names on a list.

And it’s not Santa Claus.

The Wickie’s wearing the old woman’s mask can be distracted by scattering seeds or threads in front of them- one inducing a true distraction to count and pick up the seeds, and a rage that comes over that of wasted thread.

Seeds make it easier to pull off the mask, and thankfully popcorn counts as a seed! But thread...well, it is a distraction too, but one that can lead to violent consequences. It might mean some rounds of bait and switching until the mask is taken off.

And that’s when the Wickie who had been wearing the mask realizing the list is of ‘bad’ Wickies, But…

how bad could they be?

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:

What do you love about winter? Is it the nip on your nose? The hot drinks? Playing in the snow? Tell us!
ragsnbone: (no but srsly)

[personal profile] ragsnbone 2020-11-25 07:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ He does manage to free his head from the cat. There is a moment where the cat just sort of freezes in his hold and then it twists around, hisses, then gets free to go speeding off down the hall while Wu Xie rubs at his scratched hand. ]

Your guess is as good as mine. [ He raises his hands in a show of peace, a little of his Changsha dialect bleeds into his words. ] I mean no disrespect but the best guest we have is we're stuck in a pocket spell or dimension that borders several realms and times.
astromechanical: (capella.)

[personal profile] astromechanical 2020-11-25 07:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ alas, bb-8's method of speaking is only understood by a handful of individuals, like friend-poe and allies-rey-and-rose and alright-finn. the tried and true use of pantomime will have to do.

rolling back and forth in one spot, bb-8 continues to chirp up at the man, hoping they can convey their sense of curiosity and concern in tone. they then swivel their head swivelling back and forth from him to the table. him to the table. him to the table.

is there something they want from there? is there something wrong with it? ]
illegibly: (Default)

[personal profile] illegibly 2020-11-25 07:06 am (UTC)(link)
Peonies don't bloom in winter where I am, but sometimes plum blossoms will bloom in January, even when it snows.

[ He doesn't have a branch of plum blossoms symbolically painted on his parasol, or anything. ]

Are peonies your favorite?
nerine: (c'est la vie)

[personal profile] nerine 2020-11-25 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
That sounds quite nice. I have to wonder what spring has in store here although, I await with caution.

It's not a favorite really, but I associate it with winter. It's a popular bloom during the holidays where I'm from.
coinages: (— i'm not much a poet.)

iii ; un: akimbo

[personal profile] coinages 2020-11-25 07:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ Now there's a name he recognizes. But how could he be here? This might be fun. ]

Is winter not your favorite season? I suppose it must be hard to work in, especially when you come from such a small town.
out_of_order: (don't answer big doors)

[personal profile] out_of_order 2020-11-25 07:15 am (UTC)(link)
It's such a relief being indoors where it's considerably warmer. Cal breathes out a sigh, easing his hands from where he'd been almost sure they would have frozen in place with his arms crossed about himself. Still, he doesn't completely let his guard down, but he doesn't sense any immediate threats, and his host-apparent is at least friendly.

"Tea... That'd be fine," he says, offering a faint if careful smile in return, not that he knows what cocoa is. His little droid hops down from his back, resembling a bird for the way he balances on a spindly pair of legs. BD-1 wastes no time in taking in his new surroundings with great curiosity.

"We definitely haven't met before," the padawan replies in the meantime, peeling off his poncho so his worksuit beneath can at least have a better time drying off. His hand drifts to the length of cylindrical metal hanging from his belt, one end pronged and the other partially wrapped in leather, but he seems satisfied enough just to know it's still there as he lets his hand drop away from it.

"Where is here, by the way? We just kind of found ourselves at the edge of this town, not too long ago."
queenofsparkles: (well IIII like it)

Re: Questions

[personal profile] queenofsparkles 2020-11-25 07:18 am (UTC)(link)
Can people still use their other regular powers when they're in the creepy masks? EG teleporting?
illegibly: (Default)

[personal profile] illegibly 2020-11-25 07:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ He isn't expecting to see Xie Lian here, because he hadn't been in the bathtub when Hua Cheng awoke, and he assumed this was all some Heavenly plot to separate them. He can't help the look of relief that washes over his features. ]

Gege.

[ If nothing else, at least they're together. It's true, that Hua Cheng usually has all the answers, rehearses every one of them with the specific purpose of getting to fill Xie Lian in while looking super calm and totally cool, but right now, he has none.

On the other hand, the toast means he gets to pass this drink, whatever it is, to Xie Lian, instead of having to drink it for himself. Really, it would be wasted, unless it's poisonous, but everyone else seems to be drinking it just fine.

It seems that has done the trick, but then he realizes if Xie Lian is holding a bowl and a spoon, then he won't have a hand free for a goblet!
]

Let's sit back down, at the booth. How long ago did you arrive?
colorofthesky: (It wasn't me!)

NO U

[personal profile] colorofthesky 2020-11-25 07:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ The cold weather doesn't bother Zack that much either, thankfully...but that commentary sure does! Thanks, Nero!! ]

Uhh, both if you have the time?? I basically just got here.
out_of_order: (sass)

[personal profile] out_of_order 2020-11-25 07:23 am (UTC)(link)
There's a sound neither Cal nor BD-1 had been expecting to hear, and yet it's somehow welcoming. Both turn and look in the direction of the rolly droid, BD-1 still precariously balanced on one foot, swaying ever so slightly.

"Hey there," Cal greets, a smile tugging at a corner of his mouth in spite of himself. "Uh... Hopefully it's nothing too serious."

BD-1 beeps and trills, excited to talk to a droid who isn't out to try throttling or shooting his friend that he forgets for a moment his current predicament. He's thankfully stopped from bombarding BB-8 with questions that probably can't be answered as he finds himself tipping again. Cal brings out a hand to steady him, his other hand plucking the gooey dough ball from his foot, making a face as it stretches.

"O...kay... Yeah, that's definitely going to need to get cleaned out." He glances at BB-8. "Any ideas?"
illegibly: (Default)

[personal profile] illegibly 2020-11-25 07:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's just a cat scratch, he remains unconcerned for his unwitting new roommate. Actually, he thought it was his cat. ]

Who else is included in this we?

[ It certainly is the most likely of options, but also the most annoying, because he doesn't know who on his Earth would have the power to do this, and he was kind of really looking forward to a retirement with no ass-kicking of super powerful deities. ]
colorofthesky: (Never drop your guard.)

[personal profile] colorofthesky 2020-11-25 07:25 am (UTC)(link)
They're edible?

[ That's news to him. The last bit, though, has him looking at the other man curiously. ]

Is there no running water where you're from?
illegibly: (Default)

[personal profile] illegibly 2020-11-25 07:26 am (UTC)(link)
Do you think we'll be here until spring?

[ Derailed the flowers chat, but he is mostly concerned that she seems resigned to this idea. ]
bindsthedead: (art-speech)

[personal profile] bindsthedead 2020-11-25 07:26 am (UTC)(link)
Sabriel nods, and gets the kettle started. The cottage itself is plainly furnished, but it's warm, and there's a fire going in the hearth. There's also a sword in the umbrella stand, and Sabriel lights the stove with a spark of fire from her fingertips, rather than using another method. She looks curiously at the little machine accompanying him, not sure if it's a toy, or some sort of tool.

"An island with a habit of dragging people to it from- well, everywhere, apparently. I was brought here only a month ago and I haven't found a way back yet." She hasn't given up though.

"But please excuse my manners- my name is Sabriel, and I'll try to explain what I can."
colorofthesky: (I'll spread my wings.)

[personal profile] colorofthesky 2020-11-25 07:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's got your fun right over here, buddy.

Zack reads (and re-reads) this text before responding. ]


Who is this?
nerine: (Shut up and dance)

[personal profile] nerine 2020-11-25 07:29 am (UTC)(link)
Good news: at least you're not alone in this.

Bad news: We're all likely in it for the long haul.
coinages: (— give me all your hopeless hearts.)

[personal profile] coinages 2020-11-25 07:35 am (UTC)(link)
A friend, of course. Looking forward to seeing you.

But I would also look forward to having an answer to my question.
ragsnbone: (sun shine blah)

[personal profile] ragsnbone 2020-11-25 07:36 am (UTC)(link)
Last count..? Maybe a hundred people? [ He rubs at the back of his neck, looking a little sheepish. ] People disappear and reappear regularly so it's hard to keep an accurate count.

[ He wasn't too concerned with the cat scratches, none were bleeding heavily or came near his eyes. Instead he was more interested in the newcomer's appearance. ] If you want exact names, you can always check the contact list on your cellphone... have you used one before?
pragmatism: (12)

[personal profile] pragmatism 2020-11-25 07:39 am (UTC)(link)
I was merely thinking. I apologize for worrying you.

[ Zhongli passes for a human, though that is only because of his chosen appearance and intentional suppression of his divine presence. He is as sturdy as the earth that he embodies, and his vessel can endure even the harshest of winters. The current season is merely a little chilly. ]

The food resembles a dessert in my homeland, and I have not encountered anyone else from my world in this place. [ He indicates the tangyuan with a slight wave of his hand. ] The question is, how could they acquire information from my realm if I have not mentioned it at all?
out_of_order: (lousy jedi answering machines)

[personal profile] out_of_order 2020-11-25 07:42 am (UTC)(link)
There's an excited trill from the droid at Sabriel's little trick, and even Cal might be caught staring. Old habits die hard, so he's been watching her set to work, wishing he wasn't so paranoid but then it's been that paranoia that's kept him alive the past five years.

He's seen someone else use something that almost looked like fire, but not like this. Imagining the Nightsister he'd met use her magick to light a simple stove seems almost ridiculous.

The warmth of the fire eventually draws him and his attention, and the padawan moves to find a place near it that he can drape his poncho to dry out before sitting by the hearth as well. He finds the explanation he's been given a difficult one to swallow, and with his gaze turned towards the fire, the concerned look on his face remains hidden for the moment. "You make it sound like this place is alive," he says, but a frown turns his lips. "A month is still too long to be gone..." Especially without warning. Cere and Greez, they wouldn't have known what had happened to him, and with the Empire present, they might very well consider the worst.

BD-1's beeping brings his attention back to the present, and he finds the little droid looking up at him, having wandered back to his side. "...Sabriel," he says, nodding as he rests a hand on the droid's head before glancing back at the girl. "Thanks for letting us thaw out here. I'm Cal Kestis. This is BeeDee-One. You said this island drags people from everywhere- what does that mean? Do we know what planet this is?"
colorofthesky: (With your head held high.)

[personal profile] colorofthesky 2020-11-25 07:42 am (UTC)(link)
I'll be the judge of who is and isn't my friend.

Answer mine, and I'll answer yours.
sassery: (see 'em running for their lives!)

[personal profile] sassery 2020-11-25 07:44 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, I can tell.

[There's a grin being given, but at least Nero's understanding about the whole situation.]

So, short answer: This is South Sister. Basically, we're all on this island that's cut off of anywhere else. It's run by a group of people here, and the main goal is to get us to "face our guilt." Admin's the one who you can talk to about it, or Doll. There's speculation about other bullshit but that's another whole thing. And about the horror stuff? You've got pretty much everything from monsters to natural disasters, and even spirits that get really pissy and possessive.

[A beat, and he crosses his arms.] There's a lot more, obviously. Just don't wanna overwhelm you on your first day.
pragmatism: (07)

[personal profile] pragmatism 2020-11-25 07:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ The object speaks in melodious sounds - it's a shame that Zhongli can't understand it. Though, the way they quickly indicate the table and then him tells him enough. If the round orb is intelligent, then maybe it can answer his question in some way. ]

Did you see anyone leave these here?

[ Was it some sort of cruel prank to leave items from his homeland in this place? Or was it just a coincidence? ]
eolja: (that could have been me)

arrival!

[personal profile] eolja 2020-11-25 07:49 am (UTC)(link)
[Zhongli catches Seonho right on his way out from Fruits' Basket -- a broom in one hand and a shovel in another, as well as his sword belted at his waist. He looks only a little startled at being asked, but thankfully, this is a familiar enough question that he stops mid-whatever he's doing.

He glances at Zhongli -- not a face he recognizes, though that's probably to be expected.]


I only know that the town's name is South Sister, and that the island's name is Lighthouse Isle. [he says both names with some awkwardness, as if unused to their rhythm] Unfortunately, I know nothing of our location beyond that.