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Fourth TDM: Winter's breath


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As a quick note: This will be the last TDM and Application Round of the year! Have fun everyone!

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!
globs: (where everything i liked)

[personal profile] globs 2020-11-28 07:23 am (UTC)(link)
Do you eat each other?
neurosurgical: (I want to go back to Japan)

[personal profile] neurosurgical 2020-11-28 07:23 am (UTC)(link)
[Noooo]

No?
[If he's offended, he doesn't show it. Just offers a soft laugh as he wipes his brow with a sleeve.]

Well, someone ought to do it. So it might as well be me, since I'm able.
bowfaire: (I've been looking)

network

[personal profile] bowfaire 2020-11-28 07:29 am (UTC)(link)
UN: Dimitri

(Wow, wouldn't be awkward if Claude was stuck impersonating Dimitri online forever? He'll have to figure out how to change his username later. Until then, it's not like Dimitri or any of his pride is here to stop him. NO ONE IS HERE TO STOP HIM.)

I see you're a man of simple pleasures.
globs: (darkness has surrounded baltimore bay)

[personal profile] globs 2020-11-28 07:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ A LOT!! ]

This happens all the time here.

[ weird shit appears and compels the young and unwise to touch it... unlike Cinnabar, who stands by and judges the people who do so. ]
itsybitsybastard: (Looking down)

[personal profile] itsybitsybastard 2020-11-28 07:47 am (UTC)(link)
Doctorate of medicine. I did my entire work placement in an Australian hospital doing triage.

[It's only partially a lie.]
bowfaire: (where your heart is)

network, un: dimitri

[personal profile] bowfaire 2020-11-28 07:52 am (UTC)(link)
(This is me RPing Claude RPing Dimitri because no one is here to stop Claude from impersonating one (1) eager and earnest prince from a frosty kingdom.

He starts to type Gee, I bet you're real fun in the dark months but immediately takes it all back because WWDD? What would Dimitri do? Probably not think about winter celebrations. Those knights in Faerghus really are no fun. He can't blame them when he knows what he does about the land and climate up there. He'd probably relate to this stranger on the network.
)

I take it that winter isn't very kind where you're from?
queenofsparkles: (i totally could have opened that jar)

[personal profile] queenofsparkles 2020-11-28 07:56 am (UTC)(link)
It's totally technically light magic, but she's also called it sparkles since she was a child so sparkles it remains.

"That's still impressive, though!" With full sincerity! She's always been jealous of physical fighters. "My best friend is an archer as well, he makes his own trick arrows. Ones that shoot goo, or nets, or emit supersonic bursts for destroying tech!" It's all very exciting and she does light up a little talking about it - not literally, she just loves her best friend. "I can kind of use a staff, but mostly it's for magic. I've been trying to learn how to hit things with it but no one really wants to risk hitting--" wait abort totally not a queen right now "--uh, me."

...oh she made herself feel bitter. "Everyone thinks I'm all sparkle, no edge."
swordjock: (176)

[personal profile] swordjock 2020-11-28 08:10 am (UTC)(link)
Really, she should have expected this. She knows she's earned that cold tone, but it's still a knife in her chest, just like the look of betrayal on Catra's face at Thaymor. As Glimmer advances, she takes a step back, glancing behind her for any sign of Catra. When she sees nothing, hears nothing, it's a relief... and also makes her feel so very, very alone, in a way not even leaving her whole life in the Horde behind ever did.

"He's not here," Adora says, sounding guilty. She thought he'd be with Glimmer, that he'd be safe, but obviously, whatever force stole them both away had other ideas. Another assumption she'd made for her own benefit; that she'd been targeted specifically, for being so desperate, so eager, to fulfill whatever penance this place expected from her. "I haven't seen him in months."

Months. The passage of time is so strange, with the sun, the stars, that the days seem to blend together. Saying it out loud makes it real, makes her ashamed at the idea that she could ever accept being apart from her friends for this long. The knowledge that Bright Moon is doing well enough to hold prisoners does little to quell her angst; only raising the question of how much they ever needed She-Ra in the first place. How much they'd be willing to forgive, to get her back.

(She really is worthless, isn't she? Glimmer might be mad at her now, but she has no idea how mad she should be, and Adora's going to have to be the one to tell her. She's so tired of lying to the people she loves, that she just can't do it anymore.)

"We aren't on Etheria anymore. I know that sounds crazy, but there are people from all kinds of places--kingdoms I've never heard of, even whole worlds." Adora takes a breath, feeling tears start to sting her eyes. "And there are stars, Glimmer. I've seen them before, in some kind of vision, but they're real. It means we're stuck here, and we can't get home, and I'm sorry because I missed you, and now you're stuck too, and it's all my fault."

She spends the last part of her outburst staring at the ground, hands balled into fists, not ready to see the accusing look she's sure must be crossing Glimmer's face. All her effort is spent on trying not to cry, but judging by the quivering of her jaw, she hasn't managed that, either.
neurosurgical: (:O?)

[personal profile] neurosurgical 2020-11-28 08:20 am (UTC)(link)
[!!!]

Oh, so emergency care? That's quite a strenuous specialty to do your residency in. Did you always know you wanted to purse that?
neurosurgical: (hm. I hate this.)

[personal profile] neurosurgical 2020-11-28 08:24 am (UTC)(link)
Benevolent makes it sound like we were in trouble before we were brought here. That we were saved.

[Tenma you were ON THE RUN FROM THE LAW?]
neurosurgical: (I can't hear you I'm busy hyperfixating)

[personal profile] neurosurgical 2020-11-28 08:28 am (UTC)(link)
[Tenma sighs, but really, that's just normal, isn't it? You don't always know who the dangerous people are before it's too late to stop them. He knows that all too well.]

All this talk of monster problems makes me wonder at the intent of whoever brought us here.
neurosurgical: (What. What the fuck.)

[personal profile] neurosurgical 2020-11-28 08:30 am (UTC)(link)
[Akira don't steal???]

Wh-Are you alright??
[YEAH THAT SOUNDS LIKE KIDNAPPING TO HIM?]
bowfaire: (Don't let it go)

[personal profile] bowfaire 2020-11-28 08:30 am (UTC)(link)
He can appreciate that! It's good to hold onto your inner child even as you grow.

Color Claude impressed though. The most he's ever done with his arrows is lace them with poison or maybe tie a rope or message to them for some trick. Well, that and some of his special combat arts. You know, arrows with a little magic to take down monsters or mages in particular.

"He sounds like my kind of guy." Someone he'd definitely like to meet some day. Maybe they could compare and share tricks. He wonders what she was going to say before she tripped over herself though. No one wants to risk hitting... what? A woman? Well, that's foolish. He wonders if she might be someone important. An up and coming soldier? Someone of a certain social class? He'd be able to relate somewhat. Of course, being a noble and a future duke doesn't stop anyone from trying to come for his neck in battle. In fact, it makes him a bigger target sometimes!!

"... That's their mistake," He speaks lightly, casually, "The best sword glimmers in battle before cutting down an enemy."
queenofsparkles: (don't look at me)

[personal profile] queenofsparkles 2020-11-28 08:33 am (UTC)(link)
She can't stop a shock of hot tears burning in her eyes at hearing Bow has been gone for months. Months plural. Rage, frustration, horror all welling in one thick burst that crinkles her face in an ugly attempt to maintain composure.

That's impossible. That doesn't make sense, there has to be something they're missing here.

She almost misses the rest of what Adora says from the shock of that one line, but she manages to maintain just enough focus, and then she's... confused. Horribly, numbingly confused at how much Adora just has wrong.

"What are you talking about?" Her voice is thick and shaking and she hates how weak it makes her feel, but she keeps going, tries to pull it together. "Of course there are stars, we fixed the Heart of Etheria, Light Hope--" tricked me tricked us used us--

She bites her lip to stop herself talking, and feels those tears finally spill. Her whole body is trembling from the tension of holding herself up. She ruined everything and Adora is still trying to take the blame and make her feel better, after everything...
bowfaire: (Hey I never thought I was half)

[personal profile] bowfaire 2020-11-28 08:34 am (UTC)(link)
(He hums,)

Trouble, perhaps. In need of a savior? Maybe. Whether or not this is the better place is to be determined, though.

(And he shrugs. Which is worse? A continent about to be engulfed in war or being part of a mass kidnapping to a strange land?)
equillibriums: (pic#14328599)

CLOSES MY EYES

[personal profile] equillibriums 2020-11-28 08:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ no? no he wasn't going to eat his glass? no, he was definitely going to eat his glass.

but... this took a turn. rutile thinks that he perhaps should've tried a gentler approach, with the way mithra's unsaid tells twist; perhaps he, in the rush of the familiar, messily overlooked just how jarring it initially is being here. what being here actually means.

he lets himself be pulled off with that in mind, though rather than being dragged away, let's see if he can't try to hook their arms together instead. as gracefully as he can when they both have their drinks in their other hands, one stuck and one not; he'd prefer they walk off as something resembling less of a kidnapping in a kidnapping.

will mithra allow that? who knows. things will play out essentially as he intended regardless... the end result is the same even if the details are not, as they walk away in step rather than one forcefully trailing behind the other. ]


I'd ask where you'd like to go, but you got here recently, didn't you? I could show you around if you like! Though...

[ his gaze falls to mithra's refilling glass, and maybe they should make things slightly less inconvenient before proceeding to walk around looking like shylock... er, i mean, wine aunts-- ]

... Have you not made a toast yet?
pragmatism: (04)

[personal profile] pragmatism 2020-11-28 09:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ That name sounds Inazuman...? But clearly this child isn't from Teyvat. How curious. ]

I am Zhongli.

[ It is a waste of effort to bemoan what cannot be changed, so he should focus on the practical things first. ]

Pleasure to make your acquaintance.
pragmatism: (12)

[personal profile] pragmatism 2020-11-28 09:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ As Figaro said, be careful of what you wish for. ]

Saving a world is a heavy task to put on the shoulders of those unprepared.

[ But by what he sees from the other travelers so far, they do seem at least capable of taking initiative. ]

I am not occupied in my world. [ If he had been, the entire island would know by way of the presence of a rampaging dragon. Luckily, he's on break, so there's no need to unseal himself, and he can take his time. ] Though, to complete this request would require at least some leads.

[ Any information to share? ]
itsybitsybastard: PB: Jamie Campbell Bower (Default)

[personal profile] itsybitsybastard 2020-11-28 09:56 am (UTC)(link)
I knew I wanted to get into a career where I'd be helping people. It was my old dear (trans: my mother) who pointed out doctoring, and the notion stuck.
swordjock: (205)

[personal profile] swordjock 2020-11-28 09:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Me?" Suddenly uncomfortable being the focus of the conversation when she doesn't understand why, Adora's head snaps back up--and when she sees Glimmer crying, she steps closer, raising a hand to try and comfort her, somehow...

... and lowering it again, too afraid of hurting her instead.

"You talked to Light Hope?" She didn't think the hologram would answer to anyone else, with all her talk of Adora being chosen. But Glimmer must have gone to the Crystal Castle for answers, and apparently she'd gotten something for her efforts; even more than Adora did, because nothing else she says makes any sense at all. "Glimmer, I don't understand. What happened with the stars? What did you do?"

There's desperation in her voice, but not anger. Light Hope mentioned that her duty was to balance the planet, but nothing about the Heart of it. Nothing about undoing what Mara did, bringing them out of their empty dimension. If Glimmer fixed that mistake, then why does she sound so distraught?
queenofsparkles: (I'm not sure...)

[personal profile] queenofsparkles 2020-11-28 10:13 am (UTC)(link)
"What do you mean, what did I do?!" Of all the things to say, she knew what Glimmer wanted to do, and her voice - her composure - cracks completely, under the pressure of what she can only hear as an accusation. "You and Bow abandoned me! You didn't trust me and left me!"

It hurts - it's like losing her mother again, Adora accusing her, losing Bow, she cost Etheria everything because she was wrong and Adora is making her say it.

She's only still for a moment, glaring through the tears and runny nose, before she flails both arms out with her distress: "Double Trouble told me that Hordak is nothing compared to Horde Prime, and when I went to tell you, you two were gone, you left me to go to Beast Island and find Entrapta because you were right!!"
neurosurgical: (feels good. feels organic.)

[personal profile] neurosurgical 2020-11-28 10:23 am (UTC)(link)
That’s the best attitude to take into medicine.
My father was a hospital director, but I didn’t pursue medicine out of that obligation. That was one reason I moved to Germany for medical school, to distance myself. I ended up specializing in neurosurgery.
extinctive: (gimme love when im gone)

[personal profile] extinctive 2020-11-28 10:29 am (UTC)(link)
If you want leads, your best bet is contacting Admin. They can be reached with these newfangled smartphones.

[ he pulls out a simple rectangular advice to show his fellow non-human. ]

But to be honest, I’m not too fond of using this all the time? I don’t want to say I’m too old or anything, but it seems that the younger guys are more adept at using technology like this. I will admit that communication is much more accessible this way, though.

[ he’s a boomer, in other words. also his world back home doesn’t have this kind of advanced technology, as they mostly rely on either hard work or magic to get things done. ]
pragmatism: (02)

[personal profile] pragmatism 2020-11-28 11:07 am (UTC)(link)
Smartphone...

[ Zhongli murmurs, retrieving his own rectangular device from hammerspace a pocket. He had noticed it, kept it with him, but no more. Telling a dragon to use a tablet isn't easy at all. ]

How does it work?

[ He can sense the presence of Electro energy, but not more than that. His element is Geo, after all. ]
brushy: (pic#3803161)

[personal profile] brushy 2020-11-28 11:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ permission granted! her triangle ears fold back and her head remains low, but her trot to greet the man is bouncy, her panting grin a happy one that ends with her skull seeking his hand for stroking. she can’t see your face, lad, but she knows you want to. the kneel was an open invitation universally understood.

then the little head, poking out of fabric . . . hello little one—! her front paws march in place with excitement as her ears point forward with attention. her mouth closes as she inches her head closer to the child, to sniffsniffsniff and give him the desired view, ever slow to not startle the guardian— she won’t attack. she looks far more like a dog at this moment, her tail is waving frantically behind her and so fast that even her flank seems to sway along with it. ]