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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!
speaksdaggers: <user name=mallowpop> (102)

[personal profile] speaksdaggers 2020-11-27 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Good for you.
It must be a relief to know you won't have to worry about the basics of conversation in the future.
whiteshroud: (jun80)

[personal profile] whiteshroud 2020-11-27 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
I wasn't worried.

Is there a way you would've preferred I had responded?
happydreamed: smile (ich habe nächtelang gewartet)

[personal profile] happydreamed 2020-11-27 08:06 pm (UTC)(link)
How embarrassing. Were your clothes soaked?

[rip]
happydreamed: neutral (Default)

[personal profile] happydreamed 2020-11-27 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)
In my experience, panicking rarely improves a situation. Better to accept things as they come than fret over what cannot be changed.
speaksdaggers: <user name=levelgrind> (20)

[personal profile] speaksdaggers 2020-11-27 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm not sure. Just accepted that we didn't have convenience stores?
whiteshroud: (jun03)

[personal profile] whiteshroud 2020-11-27 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
So you weren't looking for sympathy?
survivaltricks: (pic#14422951)

[personal profile] survivaltricks 2020-11-27 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[here lies Kurusu Akira, killed for pun crimes]

[also there's a notable pause, his expression blank, glasses lenses flashing opaque]

[. . .]


Hold on, I'm weighing the pros and cons.

[Akira]
Edited 2020-11-27 20:31 (UTC)
survivaltricks: (pic#14475787)

kurusu akira | persona 5 (vanilla!!)

[personal profile] survivaltricks 2020-11-27 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)
a. arrival!!

[ssssso there are suspicious thumping noises coming from your bathroom today. loud thumping noises!! frequent thumping noises!! like someone in there leaped out of the bathtub and almost knocked over some toiletries. and if you get up to investigate those noises. . . before you can open the door it (seemingly) pops open on its own so a scruffy-haired teenager with crooked glasses on his features can poke his head out of the crack and blink at you]

[once]

[twice]

[three times]

[. . .]

[SUPER CASUALLY]


Hi.

I think you forgot to clean behind the sink.

[???!??!?!!?!?]

b. frosty protections.

[anyway. . . bumpy and awkward arrivals in someone's 90's bathroom aside, once Akira gets the 411 on what's happening here, he makes his way outside with a cute hat pulled over his ears!! considering how cold it is outside it's probably not a surprise that he drifts towards one of the tables serving tangyuan. SOMETHING TO WARM HIM UP FROM THE OUTSIDE. . .]

[though it seems like grabbing a drink to go alongside his little snack wasn't a great idea. if you happen to pass by, he will lift his glass towards you in a salute, expression neutral]


Want to make a toast to not having glassware stuck to our hands?

[aha]

c. wildcard.

[HIT ME UP WITH ANYTHING I'M EASY. p.s. Akira might be from P5 vanilla but I'm familiar with Royal so ROYAL SPOILERS ARE A-OKAY ♥]
Edited 2020-11-27 21:18 (UTC)
swordjock: (178)

frosty

[personal profile] swordjock 2020-11-27 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
A lot can change in a week or two.

Before the flooding, Adora walked around the island with a certain confidence, an (undeserved) assurance that she had things under control. She was making progress with Catra, despite the crushing weight of her lies, and no matter how often it felt like two steps forward, one step back. She'd made new allies, new friends, and not even Shadow Weaver had the power to stop her anymore.

In the end, it wasn't Shadow Weaver, or even Catra she should have been worried about: it was herself. When the water rose, she was useless; inside the lighthouse... she was worse. Far, far worse. For the most part, she's been avoiding people since, but guilt alone can't preclude her from needing to eat, even if the new food burns her hands when she touches it, as if telling her she deserves to starve instead. (Maybe it's right, but Etheria still needs She-Ra, and Adora can't hand off the sword with nobody in line to give it to. At the very least, she needs to make sure it gets back there safely.)

She's trudging towards Fruit's Basket to pick up her usual rations when she spots a familiar shock of pink hair attached to an equally familiar face... only, not quite. It's Glimmer all over, but she looks different than Adora remembers her--and instantly, fear pools in her stomach as she thinks of how quickly she'd believed Nero's reassurance that things back home would just stop, all out of a selfish desperation to keep Catra close again. That by not wanting to lose anyone, she might have lost everyone; leaving Bright Moon undefended and giving the Horde time to regroup.

For the first time in over a day, Adora finds her voice; dread permeating every word, heavy as the weight of the world on her shoulders.

"Glimmer?" Until recently, her biggest concern would have been keeping Glimmer safe from Shadow Weaver... and Catra safe from Glimmer. Now, she's terrified for an entirely different reason. "You can't-- you shouldn't be here. Where's Bow? Who's protecting Bright Moon?"

Her right hand grips her infected arm, the marks under her sleeve sealed, but still a threat. She's still a threat, like Mara was, the way Light Hope warned her she would be. If only she'd listened, instead of thinking she had a right to be herself, too.
menphina: (now I can't see)

[personal profile] menphina 2020-11-27 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Leaders who delegate too much have far more loyalty to lose, you know.

[ If the situation with her former captor or even the ones with Noah and Basch van Gabranth are anything to go by. She keeps that bit to herself, though, and takes a hold of the other shovel, moving to actually assist him in what he's doing. The door isn't particularly strong, and with the strength she possesses, it would be incredibly easy to just tear it down.

But why give away her hand? Besides, it's more fun seeing someone like this put their own effort into it. She smiles a bit to herself, ear flicking as she listens to him speak.

At the very least, she has nothing to hide— she's not anyone of consequence where it comes to people knowing of her, and she's certainly no hero. ]


Just a Matriarch of a tribe of Keeper of the Moon miqo'te. Hope that isn't something unknown to your lot, unless we just fall under the umbrella of "savages" regardless.

[ There might be a bite to that last word there, and the door shifts, the snow outside crumbling as the prying helps free it. Just a little more and it should open up. Hopefully some of the snow up top falls on the taller one's head though, she thinks. ]

Megumi of the Utakata Tribe. [ If he knows of them, which she is doubting under the assumption that Garleans just generally don't care about such details, he may note that those names aren't common for miqo'te. ] We aren't Eorzean. [ Which might explain it. Perhaps.

She glances up at the taller man, lifting an eyebrow. ]


And why are you dressed up like the old portraits of Solus zos Galvus? Think you're a few years too late on that look for a body double now that he's dead.

[ Just pointing that out. At least, unlike her, he's better dressed for the cold. ]
Edited (Words are hard ) 2020-11-27 20:41 (UTC)
survivaltricks: (pic#13004378)

arrival

[personal profile] survivaltricks 2020-11-27 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[I hope you know that Tenma is opening the door to a 90's bathroom to find a frazzled looking teenager standing in the doorway blinking at him with a blank expression? hi yes hello. in fact, Akira opens his mouth to speak the first time, only to have the door slammed in his face]

[RUDE]

[. . . but then the door opens again and he just. lifts a hand in a little wave]


Oh-- it's fine. I was just.

[uh]

Inspecting. . . the bathroom?

[anyway Akira's lost, too]
speaksdaggers: <user name=mallowpop> (77)

[personal profile] speaksdaggers 2020-11-27 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
What am I supposed to do with sympathy?

[personal profile] suduri 2020-11-27 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Trilla restrains a sigh. Now, if only those responsible for her current situation could be clever enough to bring along someone more useful than this. For however amusing it is to toy with the likes of Cal Kestis, she's hardly able to call it an advantageous meeting.

Regardless, one must make do with what resources are available—be they merely a criminal Jedi and his droid companion. Lifting off her helmet finally, her expression isn't so different from what she's shown before; with most honest emotions tucked away safely, all that can be seen is her slight exhaustion at having to deal with...well, everything.

"Not very long at all," she says, her tone more straightforward this time; almost like a temporary cease-fire. "But obviously, scouting about this place has been somewhat delayed due to our current weather. And what about you, Kestis? Have you felt anything through the Force?"
speaksdaggers: <user name=levelgrind> (43)

[personal profile] speaksdaggers 2020-11-27 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ amazing. ]

By all means take your time. Maybe hypothermia will get us first.
whiteshroud: (jun29)

[personal profile] whiteshroud 2020-11-27 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't know.
It's just something people feel compelled to offer when they heard of hardship.
survivaltricks: (pic#13004393)

[personal profile] survivaltricks 2020-11-27 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh. There's an idea.

[he lifts his hand, glass in the air, tone perfectly neutral]

A toast to not getting hypothermia.
queenofsparkles: (your ass is grass)

lets fucking go

[personal profile] queenofsparkles 2020-11-27 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Glimmer doesn't see Adora until she hears her name spoken out loud by the familiar voice - though she hasn't heard it with that kind of deep, gut-wrenching dread in a while, and it tugs at her own core hard enough to make her pause, and gasp, and turn quickly to look at her friend.

Who looks... different, somehow. It takes her a moment to realise she's carrying the sword, not wearing it on her wrist, but there's something else she can't quite pin.


It's too late to teleport away, now. But she takes a deep breath, and puts a steely expression on before she starts moving towards Adora. Be angry, be cold - then she won't immediately burst into tears about how terrifying her mistakes were for not listening to Adora.

"Hey, Adora." It's not the cocksure purr Catra uses; her tone is cold, stoic and markedly Not Friendly. It's certainly not surprised to see Adora. "I could ask you the same thing. About Bow, at least - the other Princesses are guarding Bright Moon and the prisoners."
speaksdaggers: <user name=levelgrind> (32)

[personal profile] speaksdaggers 2020-11-27 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ i guess i'm here now as well. ]

...






[ he shuts the door in his face. ]
speaksdaggers: <user name=kuiper> (64)

[personal profile] speaksdaggers 2020-11-27 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)
If you're into empty words, then sure.
But for future reference, I'm not.
survivaltricks: (pic#13006388)

[personal profile] survivaltricks 2020-11-27 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[the rp police are gonna arrest you for our double threading on the tdm]

[also there's. a lengthy pause]








[and then some polite knocking]
Edited 2020-11-27 21:23 (UTC)
speaksdaggers: <user name=levelgrind> (30)

[personal profile] speaksdaggers 2020-11-27 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ...

he looks at the glasses, and then as his own, still attached to his hand like a particularly terrible koala.




and then he sighs, and clinks their glasses together. ]
survivaltricks: (pic#13006393)

[personal profile] survivaltricks 2020-11-27 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[clink!! Akira's lips twitch with the light amusement he's been holding back this entire time before he knocks his drink back, downing the fruit juice in one go]

[. . . and then, because he forgot to close his fingers around the glass pre-toast, it slips from his palm and lands right into a snow drift. oops]


Oh.

[oh!!!]

It worked.

[listen he's new he's still getting used to this place]
speaksdaggers: <user name=levelgrind> (54)

[personal profile] speaksdaggers 2020-11-27 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ i have my defence screencapped, your honour. ]

...


[ nezumi leans his back against the door. ]

No one's home.
survivaltricks: (pic#13004391)

[personal profile] survivaltricks 2020-11-27 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[LOOKS AWAY INNOCENTLY]

[anyway the knocking intensifies]


It's nice to meet you, No One. I'm happy to report I've completed my inspection of your bathroom and it passes.

[PASSES. WHAT???]
Edited (GRAMMAR???) 2020-11-27 21:40 (UTC)
kikochan: (surprise)

option ii!

[personal profile] kikochan 2020-11-27 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
K-kurokami-san?

[ Tsubakiko's caught completely off-guard by the sight of the girl standing before her - so she simply stands there, frozen, with a glass in her hand and a baffled expression on her face. In another situation, it might almost be comical.

But should it really be so surprising to see her here? ...As soon as Tsubakiko had realized that this place wasn't another one of her daydreams, she had been terrified... And to be honest, while she's calmed down by now, she still is. But a place as creepy as this... somehow, it feels like Kurokami fits right in.

Maybe that's a little mean... but now that she's spotted her, Tsubakiko can't help but wonder if Kurokami has something to do with the reason she's here. ]


What are you doing here...?