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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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[ the foundling delivers the answer expected of him, and that's the point. he wants to make the circumstances they've been wrapped in blunt, no matter how disappointing the reality of it is. there's nothing more the mandalorian would want than to get off this island and go back to his mission, to fulfill his oath to the child he carries. that isn't a possibility right now. whatever business the boy has on tatooine will be the same.
the mandalorian leans forward into the metal railing, looking out to sea as if today will be the day he finds some hint of life out there. ]
But you see the issue here. There's no way off island. No ships, not in the air or on the sea. [ he turns his head to the foundling, assessing him underneath the helmet. ] Whatever business you have on Tatooine will have to wait.
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There's a way onto the island, [ he says, visor fixed unmoving on the Mandalorian. ] Or we wouldn't be here. And if there's a way on, there's a way off.
[ Maybe his business on Tatooine will have to wait. But that doesn't mean Boba is going to simply accept his captivity without a fight. He'd outsmarted and fought his way out from under the thumb of Aurra Sing, Darth Tyranus, and a ship full of Republic forces—he'll do the same to whoever controls this island if he has to. ]
Who's in charge of this place? [ he asks again. ] If they're the one bringing people here, they must know how to take us back, too.
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[ he speaks the line with a healthy amount of incredulous doubt, because he doesn't entirely believe what has been said of this matter. after all, some people have disappeared off the island entirely now. if they didn't go back to their home... well, no one ever said they do go back. ]
...What business does a foundling have with the Hutts anyway?
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As for the question, Boba answers readily. ]
Jabba hired me to kill a thief. [ He hoists the ostentatious hat in his hand, now repurposed as a grocery bag. ] And I succeeded. But he won't know that until I return. If I'm not fast enough, someone else will take credit.
...There's also people I need to check on.
[ Namely, Ygabba and the other children. Boba is pretty sure they managed to clear the blast radius but with the way he arrived here, he can't be sure. Even if they did, there's the matter of the sensors in their hands. What good is Libkath being dead if they still can't leave?
He tries to push the thoughts from his head. First things first: he still needs to get off this planet. ]
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Kid, Jabba's dead. Whatever deal you have with him, it doesn't matter anymore.
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No. Jabba can't be dead. It doesn't even make sense. How would the Mandalorian know such a thing if he's been on this island the whole time? ]
You're wrong, [ Boba says, shoulders squared. ] I spoke with Jabba this morning. So either your information's bad—or you're lying.
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It's more complicated than that. [ jabba is dead, or he will be. but there's hardly any way to tell with this one. he sighs quietly and softens his voice- ] We're all looking for a way to get home. There isn't one - yet. But we will find one, or make it ourselves.
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Okay... [ Boba mutters, uncrossing his arms. ] What have you tried so far? Have you gone after the Admin?
[ That's what he would do, especially if he had the Mandalorian's full set of armor and weaponry. ]