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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!
bindsthedead: (Art-Notice; Almost a smile)

[personal profile] bindsthedead 2020-11-26 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
It's a pleasure to meet you, Zhongli. [The words are polite but reflexive, a schoolgirl's reflex, but Sabriel's smile is genuine, if apologetic.]

You haven't. I'll answer what I can, although there's a great deal that's still unknown to me, and other residents of the island.
queenofsparkles: (are you KIDDING me)

[personal profile] queenofsparkles 2020-11-26 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"And didn't you just say I have to be careful around here?" she shoots right back, taking half a step back to draw herself up to her full (meager) height. "I don't trust you. I don't even know your name, and you sure don't know mine!"
koroshite: (100)

[personal profile] koroshite 2020-11-26 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[... Is she? Rachel actually has to stop and think on that a moment. She's so used to it that recognizing the feeling is difficult and slipping back into it so easy.]

Yes.

[... ?]

Why?

[He didn't mind it. She was used to dealing with it. Consolation wasn't a word in her vocabulary other than understanding the concept of it.]
out_of_order: (don't answer big doors)

[personal profile] out_of_order 2020-11-26 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Monsters about sum up what he'd had to deal with back on Dathomir. The dead should stay dead, but then even those who've passed don't stay silent, and Cal has to wonder about the peace. No, maybe that's just been his own perception all along.

"The Force..." Cal begins, lowering his tea from a long sip. "It's an energy, it exists in and around everything. Where I'm from, some are more attuned to it, can sense and even make use of it."

It feels strange explaining something to someone who's unfamiliar with the Force, if at all for how careful he's had to be about letting anyone know about who and what he really was. But Sabriel's been kind, and this current and unexpected problem of displacement seems to trump any concerns of the Empire. That thought alone is a troubling one.
measuringdistance: (11 - Bad guys are the ones who survive)

[personal profile] measuringdistance 2020-11-26 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
This is all extremely entertaining for him. Kids oughta have spirit, it was good for them. Never mind that he doesn’t know how old she is, she’s short and obviously younger than him, and that’s enough in his books.

“Alright, alright, ya got me there,” he admits, raising his hands in a surrendering gesture, though not fully hiding a bit of amusement in his voice. “If that’s the problem, I’m Chikai - you?”
queenofsparkles: (we're not doing that)

[personal profile] queenofsparkles 2020-11-26 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
The continued condescension is what pushes her to straight up frustration, and she glares at him.

"Queen Glimmer, of Bright Moon."
song_princess: (fearful)

[personal profile] song_princess 2020-11-26 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[Fear... There was something about this Beorc that causes fear. A deep seated primal fear in her. She glances between him and the poor man under his foot.]

Please.... Please show... Show...

[She was scared of him and winces.]

I... I am not....
queenofsparkles: (Sparkle fists)

[personal profile] queenofsparkles 2020-11-26 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Not every strike is with a whip, at least - the next one incoming is a switch at knee level from behind, aiming to snap against him hard enough to topple him with another sadistically gleeful laugh.
muffled: (32)

[personal profile] muffled 2020-11-26 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
A curse quietly breathes out a frustrated hiss, the sound of it swallowed up by the cold so only he can hear. He's been shoveling for too long in his book, and even so he's only managed to clear the path between the door and the sidewalk. At least no one has ever had to shovel sand out of the way. He sticks the shovel into the pile of snow thrown out to the side, and observes the kid's investigations. In that moment he also notices a man and his droid staring. Hrm.

"Need something?"

Could be an innocent bystander with questions. Could be trouble.
Edited 2020-11-26 21:13 (UTC)
out_of_order: (sass)

[personal profile] out_of_order 2020-11-26 09:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Blinking, Cal looks towards the helmeted man almost awkwardly. He steals a quick exchanged glance with his droid before looking back at the Mandalorian.

"Ah, sorry. Got distracted. Didn't expect to see anyone like this little one around..." He casts a brief look about the street, giving a vague gesture. "-wherever this is," he finishes, grimacing a bit. "Still trying to get my bearings. I'm not even sure how we got here."
song_princess: (Beauty)

[personal profile] song_princess 2020-11-26 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[She can do this. She won't be scared. She lets out a slow breath and smiles.]

I am sure, Tenma. Is there any snacks you prefer to have with it? Please come in and have a seat, rest your weary feet.

[She coos before showing the way to the table first before heading into the kitchen to get another tea cup.]

Let's get some tea in you to calm your mind before asking questions. It is a blend of my creations and I pray that you will enjoy it.
measuringdistance: (03 - Oh?)

[personal profile] measuringdistance 2020-11-26 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
He starts to retort, mostly in reflect, “Y’know, generosity is considered a valuable trait for royalty-“

Then her name sinks in, and he trails off into thought. It definitely sounds familiar... he squints as her a little more closely, and asks, “You wouldn’t happen to be buddies with someone called ‘Adora’, would you?”
queenofsparkles: (I'm not sure...)

[personal profile] queenofsparkles 2020-11-26 09:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, that gets a very complicated mix of emotions fighting across her face for a moment. Anger, confusion, frustration, guilt, and back to confused as she eyes him off.

Like she somehow expects him to be lying about knowing her, and her tone comes out surprisingly cautious. "How do you know Adora?"
globs: (we are shining in the rising sun)

[personal profile] globs 2020-11-26 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ once again, Cinnabar thinks "no wonder they went extinct." ]

So you're just supposed to survive somehow.
Poor things.
speaksdaggers: <user name=levelgrind> (15)

[personal profile] speaksdaggers 2020-11-26 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Until the poison kicks in.

[ but he's sipping his drink anyway, so if they're going to be poisoned at least he won't be the only one hitting the deck. probably. ]
globs: (i will never fall down)

[personal profile] globs 2020-11-26 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
What do you mean, what happened? You threw a bunch of snow at me!

[ offended! the snowball might not have been that hard, but it was harder than Cinnabar. As he gets closer, he will notice that there is indeed no blood, although there is some weird silver goop on the snow next to the severed nose. With a disgusted noise, Cinnabar crouches down, picking it up out of the snow and dusting it off very gently, though they do look up give Claude a death glare. ]

Did you have your fun?
speaksdaggers: <user name=levelgrind> (51)

[personal profile] speaksdaggers 2020-11-26 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he's standing right here. (nowhere near cinnabar, but the point... is he's not extinct. excuse you.) ]

Such is the way of things.
I've managed so far.
speaksdaggers: <user name=levelgrind> (32)

[personal profile] speaksdaggers 2020-11-26 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ u n s u r e ]

I'd rather get my own meals, than rely on charity that could dry up or come with hidden strings and threads attached where I'm not looking.
bindsthedead: (Art-Notice; Almost a smile)

[personal profile] bindsthedead 2020-11-26 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, if it's poison it probably wouldn't kill us, just make things incredibly unpleasant.

[Somehow, she doubts the drink is poisoned, especially when it's set right next to what are supposed to be protective talismans.]

Besides, I know spells to purge poison from the body, and I'm probably not the only mage here who does.
speaksdaggers: <user name=levelgrind> (36)

[personal profile] speaksdaggers 2020-11-26 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
You're really selling me on chugging this whole thing. Great job.

[ he does... pause at the mention of magic though. Which just nets her a skeptical raised eyebrow. ]

Magic.
brushy: (pic#12925069)

[personal profile] brushy 2020-11-26 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ oh, dear . . . she can’t ignore him this time. she can’t pretend she’s sleeping when he keeps stroking her ears and mentioning his name, starting a conversation by himself simply because of her presence. loneliness fills in the gaps for ahmi, and when her eyes open once more they are on the boy, who even moves to make more space for her plump self. augh, how incredibly sweet. the wolf no longer lays, she lifts her head and sits up, stretching her back legs and only shifting the front enough to accommodate the new space to rest her neck and skull right in front of russel’s. there we go. now they could have an eye-to-eye!

The whine she gives is only a communicative one, a short mrr coming from the back of her throat to convey her participation. russel, was it? what a lovely name. would you like a hug? her paw is, well, gently pawing at his hand. ]
happydreamed: neutral (zu deiner Seligkeit)

[personal profile] happydreamed 2020-11-26 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)
You arrived in a house? I found myself in a doorway in the town proper.

[Weird!!]
happydreamed: neutral (Default)

[personal profile] happydreamed 2020-11-26 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)
They are quite rare in my home as well. Draken are famously reclusive.
bindsthedead: (art-cause for concern)

[personal profile] bindsthedead 2020-11-26 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Possibly farther than any of us have known.

[And with that, Sabriel busies herself with finding warm clothes for the girl, not sure whether to surprised or alarmed when she's able to find more than she expects- there's a pair of boots too small for Sabriel or any of her housemates, warm wool clothes, and a puffy jacket that puts Sabriel in mind of a bunch of small pillows sewn together.

At least she won't be cold.]


Here- will any of these work?
bindsthedead: (art-speech)

[personal profile] bindsthedead 2020-11-26 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes, magic. What do you think was sticking your hand to the glass?

[Sabriel idly taps her forehead, and for an instant, the mark there glows golden before fading.]

As I said, there are many mages here. And most of what happens here- I don't see an explanation for it beyond magic.