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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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[Guess gods do travel outside their usual stomping ground. Made since, since the Lord tended to go everywhere as well
No, Jun has no idea that Japan is just actually her REAL stomping ground. ]
I'm Kohinata Jun, Ahm- [correcting himself as if working on the fly figuring out how to address her] Ahmi-sama.
[What, she's a god it felt too weird to use her name casually a second time]
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[ sama, sama he said! ahmi can’t help but give a startled whoop that slips up enough that she feels like she needs to cover her mouth. oh, dear, now it looks like she’s laughing at him and she can’t let the possibility of that thought creep any further if it plagued him. she sets the same hand she used over her mouth on his shoulder with a wide, wide grin. ]
I’m touched you’d think so highly! I assure you! You have done nothing wrong, but— not even in my soul’s prime have my friends used Sama. I am more used to Ammy, or Snowy, or Furball, than the titles uttered in temples. [ so she bows her head, ] Please, use those. I was born and raised on Earth the same as you. In Hawaii, to no family until one chose me. We may have far more similarities than so many differences.
[ godhood is a big difference. but. she can’t but to feel more human (and sometimes dog) than anything else. ]
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Ah...
[What do.]
I-I don't think I could bring myself to call you Furball. [Just going to admit to that right] But, sorry...I-I'll try not to say sama again, it just..
It's not every day you encounter a god, I guess. [Yeah, pretty much.]
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Have you had such an opportunity in your life previously? Tell me. [ she gestures with her hand by rolling her wrist, ] The talk of a higher presence always being with you aside.
[ she’s talking about “palpable” and wants something to gauge from. in fact, she wants to know all about him, and the reason why she asks, well! ]
It is not every day I come across boys your age that can see right through me.
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[It really wasn't the kind of power you could fake. Hers felt different from His, but they clearly had similarities]
I hope you don't mind that I serve another. The last god I nearly crossed paths with wouldn't even let me into his domain. [All he could do was stand by while his friends underwent the trial. Frustrating, honestly]
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By the heavens, no, I am not so— rigid. [ those gods are in need of meditation and massages. what uncouth jealousy! ] I am not even devout to the religion my soul comes from! I have sought many through my years of grief, and I have grand respect for them all. From Christianity to Hinduism, they are beautiful— that is what gives me strength, these days. [ oh, how many travels those were. ] I am a Spiritist, now. And you? I am excited to hear from you.
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As for himself...] I'm a Christian, which it sounds like you're already familiar with us.
[Which cool. He doesn't want to explain Jesus.]
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[ different stories, deities, beliefs and culture, but one single entity. ]
You may say I believe in everything, though I have studied doctrines under Kardec's philosophy, is what truly changes. Respect and such is the same as looking into a mirror. [ ahmi said all gods should be equal!!!! ] If you would like to pray, one day, I'll be sure to remember the one you'll see fit on demand. There are so many, but prayer is a perk to godhood. It is power.