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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!
hopesong: (Prove Thyself)

[personal profile] hopesong 2020-12-02 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
[Poor Steve. Kate knows exactly what he's going through, as a new advocate of long, steamy showers herself, water conservation be damned.]

You'll have to wear some of my clothes, but I can throw yours into the wash for the moment. Probably still won't get all the blood out, but hey, better than nothin'.

[She motions for him to follow her to her room, where she'll hand him a clean towel, and a pair of what will most certainly be ill fitting clothes with a wink.]
heartinparadise: <user name="shipping"> (pic#14485378)

[personal profile] heartinparadise 2020-12-02 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
[Xie Lian wouldn't want Hua Cheng to feel forced out of his space to make room for him, but he would feel better if they could find a place to share. He reaches for the offered hand without a second thought, as he pulls himself up from his seat.]

It's probably wise to explore the area, either way, see what we're up against?
313_248_317_60: (you could live without asking questions?)

[personal profile] 313_248_317_60 2020-12-02 06:42 am (UTC)(link)
[Connor is aware of the difficulties presented by these instructions. It would be impossible not to be. The deviant has allies. The administrators have powers he still hasn't found a way to counter, and his efforts to fight them directly have never ended well.

None of that holds even the slightest consequence compared to the solid certainty Amanda is offering. Connor's spent months now without any guidance. He'll prove that he's worth hers.]


I understand.

[His eyes linger on her footsteps. On the prints she leaves behind across the physical, external ice. Tentatively, he risks a question.]

Do you still have contact with Cyberlife?
illegibly: (yogurt)

[personal profile] illegibly 2020-12-02 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
En. It's not a big island. There's a beach, a forest, and a lighthouse.

[ He walked around to see a few of the buildings in town, but there wasn't much to look at and the architecture was actually hideous.

He was also surprised to find that the market was entirely indoors! And had lights on at all times. So bright! But anyway.
]

I think we could make it around the entire thing quickly.
bowfaire: (But I can't)

[personal profile] bowfaire 2020-12-02 08:47 am (UTC)(link)
(He was promised a talisman, even if it isn't what he came here for. He accepts it graciously! He might not believe in talismans but he'll never turn down a free lucky charm. Everyone can use a little luck.)

Thanks.

(And carefully, he'll tuck it away in his coat pocket or something. Don't ask me how this uniform works I genuinely do not even know if this FE universe is allergic to buttons or what magic is keeping their clothes together.)

... Sorry, I can't say I've met anyone like that. (He shakes his head and frowns, apologetic,) But I'll keep my eyes and ears open.
bowfaire: (Hey I never thought I was Half)

[personal profile] bowfaire 2020-12-02 09:27 am (UTC)(link)
That's it. (He laughs! Judge and tease all you want, he's going to be nonchalant about this.) Look out for yourself.

I don't like the idea of dying or sacrificing things for some noble cause. If the going gets tough, get out. There's nothing cowardly about saving your strength and resources and living to fight another day.

(If you wanted a real noble then maybe this world should have pulled Dimitri or Edelgard into Fogtown instead of Claude. The kind of people who go on about noble causes and being willing to make any sacrifices necessary... He dislikes those that go to extremes.

...

Hmm is that for Abel or Claude, though? He doesn't miss it! But if Abel is going to speak indirectly and refer to himself, Claude will roll with it,
)

Lucky you. (To have people who would bail him out of trouble and save his life if it was ever in danger.) Be careful though. You don't want to rely on others too much, you know.

(It's best to be independent and self-reliant. Grow strong and learn to fight your own battles.)
kikochan: (surprise)

[personal profile] kikochan 2020-12-02 10:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ At Rena's comment, Tsubakiko blushes even more, and it's not long before she turns as red as a beet. Ahhhh, how embarrassing! ]

I-I'm totally fine! But thank you!

[ And taking Rena's hands, she pulls herself up off the ground. She does wince a little as she stands, feeling a spike of pain shoot through her body, but it doesn't seem to be anything serious. ]

Silly me, falling over like that... I need to be more careful!
kikochan: (worry)

[personal profile] kikochan 2020-12-02 10:47 am (UTC)(link)
I guess that's all we can do... But you've been here for longer than me, right?

[ Since she's staying in this house and all. ]

Surely you must know at least a little?
kikochan: (surprise)

Confession!

[personal profile] kikochan 2020-12-02 11:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ For a first time attempt, it's not bad! Of course, Tsubakiko doesn't know that... ]

Umm... are you okay??
scratchmarks: (🍄)

[personal profile] scratchmarks 2020-12-02 12:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Kate's always been a soothing presence (sorry, Jake) and it's just magnified now, in the relative peace of this strange place. Nancy does start to stir, to properly come back into consciousness as the snowflakes melt on her face, turning dried blood into red little water drops. she adjusts her arm around Kate's shoulder, curling into her as they step over the threshold.

she can smell cookies. and then Kate's depositing her on a bed, a real, actual bed that isn't a dirty mattress on a floor or on a gurney in a terrible hospital, and Nancy curls her limbs in like a spider. she can smell Kate on the pillow, and blood, and in its own way it's a comfortingly familiar scent.

but she hasn't been in a room with four walls that she wasn't using as cover in a long time, either. it's a little panic inducing, even though the door is open and Kate is here. there are too many emotions to process. ]


Don't - [ the word is too sharp, too insistent, and Nancy tries to temper her tone ] - leave me.
scratchmarks: (🧰)

confession! un: fixated

[personal profile] scratchmarks 2020-12-02 12:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Really, Steve? Not the tidings of goodwill?
scratchmarks: (🪓)

[personal profile] scratchmarks 2020-12-02 12:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Sounds good. [ overall, consider Nancy reassured enough. the panic over not knowing where the hell she is is momentarily tempered by Claire's presence, and it gives Nancy her own clarity. find help, find cover, find a way ... out, her brain wants to supply, but if out leads back to the campfire, she's not sure she should wish for that. she dutifully falls in line behind Claire as they aim to get out of the middle of the open. there's a lighthouse in the distance and she squints at it. is it occupied? ]

Where did you come from? [ Nancy knows that's a weird question, but if she'd just ended up here... ] What's the last thing you remember?
scratchmarks: (🌳)

[personal profile] scratchmarks 2020-12-02 12:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ of course Nancy's yelling at nothing, and for a second she can't even process just who's calling her name and heading for her - she's that disoriented. she takes a step back, squints, realizes, and then she runs to close the distance between them. ]

Oh my God. [ reaching out, she settles her hands on Steve's shoulders and manhandles him, turning him from side to side. ] Are you hurt? Where the hell are we?

[ a 'good' different. admittedly, she does feel it, because they haven't been decapitated or disemboweled yet, and that's always the start of a great day. ]
myownprice: (water u lookin at)

[personal profile] myownprice 2020-12-02 01:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The admin? Boba's attention sharpens at that. If this admin had brought them here, then surely he can take them back. ]

No. But I know others who were.

If he doesn't want us to work, why did the admin bring us here?
myownprice: (Default)

[personal profile] myownprice 2020-12-02 01:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ At the wave he receives in return, Boba manages his first smile since arriving in this strange place. It's enough for him to relabel the green creature in his mind as probably-a-person. Though, what that person is doing in the care of the Mandalorian, he isn't sure.

His own hand is already dropped by the time the man turns back to him. Boba nods at the question, eying the card the Mandalorian pulls from his bag. So the food here isn't free. Though given how cut off this place is from the rest of the galaxy, it seems unlikely that they're using credits. It still worries Boba—he doesn't like owing anyone, much less a stranger.

Still, he supposes it beats not eating. He'll follow where the man leads, hat full of groceries in tow.

As his host is paying, Boba will turn his helmet rather pointedly towards the green infant in the man's arms, hoping for an explanation. That said, he won't bring it up independently; if his own childhood is anything to go by, sometimes there are children other people aren't meant to know about. ]

hopesong: (Dance With Me)

[personal profile] hopesong 2020-12-02 01:48 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm not going anywhere. I'll keep six, don't you worry about a thing, alright?

[ Kate works a soothing tone into her voice, moving to sit on the edge of the bed so she can gently rake her fingers through blood matted hair.

They didn't need sleep, but sometimes exhaustion was more mental than physical, and it's all very overwhelming, she's sure.
]

If you want to sleep, go for it. I'll stay right beside you until you wake up.

[ And in a way, it's comfortingly familiar, watching over someone else as they sleep. The pull of the fog could happen any time, and like that, people were less likely to be taken by surprise if someone could wake them first. ]
pragmatism: (04)

[personal profile] pragmatism 2020-12-02 02:21 pm (UTC)(link)
I would appreciate that greatly.

[ Logic is something he's good at, and he's confident that his magic sense would aid in investigation. Rather than seeking out everything by himself, if someone has already compiled recent happenings, it would speed things up much more. ]

Shall we sit and talk somewhere?

[ They've been standing around here for a while now... ]
pragmatism: (04)

[personal profile] pragmatism 2020-12-02 03:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Zhongli is not averse to wine. It also helps that he has an unique constitution that reduces the inebriating effect of alcohol.

He takes the flute in one gloved hand, holding it delicately between his slender fingers. ]


To our success, then.

[ He already knows what success would mean for him here. It is to unravel this mystery and restore order, both for him and for the others stranded here. ]
shitheads: (20)

My name is Steve, I'm the jock sent by the Entity.

[personal profile] shitheads 2020-12-02 03:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Steve sits up, and squints at the guy staring back at him. Huh. Warm eyes with a matching smile, well-dressed, and already here in this weird place. Either a new survivor in this new realm, or more likely, a new killer. But Steve just got out of a trial, and it was unlikely he's back in a new one so soon after. ]

Name's Harrington, Steve Harrington. And you are?

[ Ok maybe not a killer, but Steve still has his suspicions. ]
shitheads: (pic#14371493)

goodwill like giving your 2nd bf a new camera from your 1st bf lololol

[personal profile] shitheads 2020-12-02 03:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Goodwill, schmoodschmill. Best part is waking up to the smell of gifts under that pine scented fake tree.

Speaking of, I already know what I'm getting for you, Nance. I hope you got something good planned for me ;)
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[personal profile] shitheads 2020-12-02 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Steve frowns, Kate's fashion was great, and she always looks amazing. But her stuff on Steve? But the thought of a shower is too enticing, and Steve can't say no to that. He doesn't even really hesitate. ]

You have a washing machine too? Holy shit, where are we? Heaven? [ Steve follows her and takes her offerings eagerly. A spaghetti strap tank and bedazzled jeans. Not the worst thing he's had to wear, he still loathes the sailor suit more. He'll make it work.

Steve nods a quick thank you.]


This must be some of that famous Pennsylvania Hospitality. Thanks Kate, I'll be done soon. [ He strips off his blood crusted shirt as he heads for the shower in the bathroom nearby.

He showers for at least a half hour, basking in the glory of hot water. Once he's clean he gets dressed, and begrudgingly looks in the mirror. Oof.

He walks out to go look for Kate now that he's all ready.]


Don't fuckin laugh, Kate.
expio: ([ amiably.)

[personal profile] expio 2020-12-02 04:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Hm? Oh, yes, eventually... whenever whatever we're supposed to be doing here is done. Not that anyone could tell you what that is, of course!

Try not to worry about it too much, alright? There's only so much worrying one can do about things they can't control! Someone smarter than me said that, and I think it rings true in a place like this.
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[personal profile] amandai 2020-12-02 04:19 pm (UTC)(link)
We can change that.

[ She lifts her chin slightly, narrowing her eyes at him. ]

CyberLife has created countless androids. Don't think we couldn't have anticipated that something like this could happen.
expio: (] miss astha's measurements?)

[personal profile] expio 2020-12-02 04:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it's an interesting response - not one he had been particularly expecting, either. 'live to fight another day,' hm? preaching to condemn the self-sacrificial martyr... ]

Eh? But I'd hardly have gotten to this, the prime of my life, if I hadn't been relying on others... I'm not too proud to admit I'm something of a liability by nature, you know? I have extremely bad luck, so it really can't be helped. I sneeze and next thing you know there's a train hurdling in my direction, jumping the tracks, and it's on fire, and it's being driven by man-eating bears... that kind of thing.

[ a very apt analogy, if there ever was one. ]

What about you? Are you saying you're the self-sufficient sort? If you're in a school where they teach combat training and all that, are you some super cool secret swordsman or martial artist or something?
muffled: (Default)

[personal profile] muffled 2020-12-02 04:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ there is a counter to pay for the produce, yet mysteriously no person behind to approve the sale. the mandalorian takes the cans one at a time to scan, and then slots the card in when ready to validate. he can feel the child's eyes on him, or rather on the child in his hold. so as the card is processing his purchase, he turns his head down to him. ]

This child is in my care, until I find a suitable home for him. [ a quick and simple explanation, the same he gives to most anyone who asks or stares. ] You will be as well, if no guardian has arrived with you.