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Fourth TDM: Winter's breath
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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!
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[He takes his hand off Russel's head and guides him to a couple of chairs in what amounts to the clinic's waiting room.]
The people here, have they been treating you kindly?
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he nods. ]
There’s a lot of people. They’re nice.
[ he’ll ignore the fact that vanitas keeps trying to stalk him. aside from that, everyone’s been nothing but helpful towards him.
except... ]
I’ve been here for a month.
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[How senile do you have to be to mistake a month for an hour...]
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[ uhhhh...
he shrinks back a little, shrugging. he hadn’t seen kantera that much on that day after they had finished getting that medicine for the mayor. ]
I don’t really know. But I have.
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[It’s strange, but no stranger than anything else lately.]
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[ because thinking about the second option makes his stomach drop even further than it already has. ]
It's a weird town. This one. But it's kind of like ours. [ no name. monsters. controlled by guilt. ] Just has more people.
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Have you made any friends here, Russell? 'Twould very much please me to meet them.
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[ does...he have friends? umm...well there are some people that have been nice to him...but who could he even present to kantera? vangeance maybe...roxas? sora? ]
I don't really have any. Just people I know. [ ... ] But I can take you to meet them. If they're not busy.
[ because none of them know that kantera is part of his dream. therefore no one can break that rule. in fact, does that rule even apply still? here? ]
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[He has to thank them for looking after Russell while he wasn’t here, after all.]
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[ he nods. guess it's time to start making plans for that. he wonders if he can even prepare himself. ]
Are...you going to set up a shop here?
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[Can’t spend all day on walks and naps.]
Of course, you will always be my favorite customer.
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[ not good things, either. he doesn't want kantera to be hurt, and the thought alone makes his chest feel tight with guilt. ]
I've met a doctor here. His name's Figaro. I think there are others.
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...Have you come to harm at all, Russell?
[There is one immediate reason he can think of why Russell would have met a doctor, and it's not one he likes.]
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I found him while exploring this place. [ technically true. ] I was just curious. [ also technically true. no need to tell kantera about the whole 'i almost drowned multiple times and had to fight a siren to live' or the 'i had to fight hypothermia for two days'. ]
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[Russell has successfully fooled Kantera... for now.]
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[ that kind of comes out all of the sudden. look, he's still not used to people actually being happy for his wellbeing. ]
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[Of course Kantera cares about Russell's wellbeing. If he didn't, he would be an entirely different person.]
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[ not really? he's just not used to it. he shrinks back a little bit, guilt creeping into his expression. would kantera have cared, when he was alive? did he care any of the times that he was there, or was he just waiting to accumulate enough favors before asking russell for that one thing?
... ]
No. It isn't that. Sorry.
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[He can read the guilt in Russell's eyes, even if he can't know the true source of it.]
But know that you are very precious to me, Russell.
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the words cut through russell worse than any insult or knife ever could, and it's difficult to train his expression to not give away any of his emotions. he can't, can he? because if he does, then who knows what will happen. ]
Thank you. For being here.
[ for haunting him yet another day. ]
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Of course. I will be by your side as long as I am able.