tea party

[suddenlybees]

WHO: Toki, Kano, Peter, Gon, Maya, Yuya, Ekkehardt, Imelda
WHERE: Lumière dorms
WHEN: early during the first week of school
WHAT: screaming and dying and tea parties
WARNINGS: screaming and dying and tea parties... broken arms, bears, Lumière deserves a warning in general
NOTES: a continuation of this thread

[Toki doesn't know what happened, but there's a weird guy in a red costume, and a talking bear. He doesn't recognize Gongenzaka's voice, because he doesn't pick on those things.]

Am I dead?

[Because that would make this make sense.]

Comments

[no_dejare_de_quererte]

Because I'm responsible for one of those boys. And because you should talk to someone after witnessing that.

It doesn't have to be me. [She's aware enough to know that she's not an option she should expect here.] Just someone.

[lastexit]

Not the first time I've needed to talk to someone about something, I know how it works. I can handle it myself.

*She doesn't know who the right person to talk to is yet, but she'll figure it out. Finding the right person to confide in is as easy as listening for Maya.*

Who do you talk to, about the things inside your head? You were responsible for one of them, did it bring you back to anywhere?

[no_dejare_de_quererte]

Not anywhere I'll thank you for reminding me of.

[Her expression has turned a little sour, but she's not furious like she was last time. Still, she can't help her suspicions.]

Where did you learn that song?

[lastexit]

You.

*Maya leans against the door, closer to falling into it really.*

It's who I am. I hear the nature of things, people, magic. Everything has a sound to it and I can hear it. It tells me who is deceptive, who is kind, who is hurt.

That song is looping around you every second of every day.

[no_dejare_de_quererte]

[Her?

That answer genuinely surprises her. It's not what she was expecting at all. After all, she had been with Peter, and she's already aware that Peter knows Héctor... It seemed like the most logical conclusion.

But Maya keeps going, and the thought of that song being everywhere around her in a way she can't escape... It makes her want to crawl out of her skin.]

That must be awfully noisy. [She covers her discomfort with a rough and somewhat disdainful comment. It's a small blessing that she can't hear all of that, but she feels sorry that Maya can. She would have turned into a hermit long before now.]

[lastexit]

I can control it, a little. It doesn't overwhelm me like it used to. I managed to sit through that assembly on the first day with everyone around.

*She is what she is, she can't just wish her life were different. And if she could, the Sound would not be the top of her 'to change' list.*

It doesn't tell me what happened to make you hate music. That's the part I haven't figured out. Yet.

[no_dejare_de_quererte]

[Yet. There's something about that word that Imelda doesn't like. She's already let Maya see more than she ever wanted anyone to see, just in that one outburst. It feels like dripping blood in the water.

Her gaze shifts away from Maya for a few seconds, staring absently at the girl's door as she thinks. Telling her to butt out would just make her more curious; but she absolutely doesn't want to lay out that private tragedy wholesale.

Begrudgingly, her focus comes back to Maya again.]

I trusted someone. I was young and foolish, and he wasn't the person I thought he was. That's all you need to know. [If she even needed to know that much.]

[lastexit]

I can see how that logic tracks...

*Maya's staring a bit too hard for that to be true, but her tone is even and calm, Maya's false face is very good. She's had practice.*

Someone hurt you, so you take it out on everyone else. If you were hurt by a dressmaker would you only wear pants? Give up cake if it was a baker?

*Yeah, Maya's a mess. She's hurt and afraid. And everywhere she turns people suffer. She's been in this dorm a few days and chaos already happened. And to her, those are connected evenets. She finally breaks of her glaring.*

I trusted someone, he wasn't the person I thought he was. I don't take it out on everyone else. And know that if I was on your floor, taking away my music would do far more harm than you would be able to sense.

*She lost a lot of things already, music is what she has left. Losing that. Hell, fearing it being gone, is part of how she ended up in a darker place than she ever thought she'd be.*

[no_dejare_de_quererte]

[I can see how that logic tracks, she says, but the very next words out of her mouth tell Imelda that she doesn't understand it at all. Her brow furrows, and she frowns, crossing her arms over her chest.]

I think you're taking this too personally.

I'm not taking it out on you or on anyone else. You have a whole campus to make whatever noise you like. I've asked for one place where I don't have to listen to it. That's not unreasonable.

What is unreasonable is coming specifically to my floor to play because I somehow don't have a right to some peace of mind.

[lastexit]

I didn't make that call, Peter neglected to inform me about what was up with Floor Three. But given how much of me is reliant on music? Yeah, I take being told not to play personally.

*In retrospect Maya shouldn't have thrown Imelda's pain back in her face, use her powers to read and play a piece of music just to hurt someone. That's never what she wanted her music to do, but she was all fire and fight and didn't see any other choice. Not that Maya will admit to that.*

I also don't play for me, I play in the hopes that my voice is their voice. They hear something in my playing that helps them. That they're understood, they aren't alone.

And what if someone that needs that ends up on your floor, and your 'peace of mind' keeps me from helping them.

...You don't wanna know where I'd be without music...

[no_dejare_de_quererte]

And you don't want to know where I'd be if I had to listen to it every day.

[She continues to frown at Maya, but despite her rather harsh reply, she's not entirely unfeeling for the girl. She sighs.]

Sometimes, niña, you have to make compromises. You can't help one person and hurt another and call that fair. If you simply have to play music for someone, then I suggest you play softly or take it elsewhere. Because if I hear it, I'm putting a stop to it. No exceptions.

[lastexit]

Then you should stay out of the Floor One common, I practice there.

Can I go? I need to head into town later to look for work, I didn't budget buying two guitars when I got here.

[no_dejare_de_quererte]

Noted.

[There is maybe a small amount of displeasure in her tone at that, but she's not going to complain about the warning after just taking about compromise. Nor is she going to comment on the budget for two guitars.]

You can go. I don't have anything else.