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When You Made Wishes: start! (player plot)

Imagine Wist's surprise when April rolled around and their plan for a great prank was foiled on account of all those students just...leaving??? Truly, they have become the April fool... It's what they wanted, of course -- for the pitiful humans to find freedom -- and sure there are some stragglers around, but...in the end, they decide to take the win and enjoy a short break of their own. Good thing, too, or they might have pulled out all their hair in frustration when Spring Break comes to an end and the swarm of students and faculty willingly return to their prison.

While settling back into the academy and resigning themselves to a routine, the people of Daybreak will be soothed by a gentle tune rising up from the forest. It isn't a song they've heard before, and yet, somehow...it's nostalgic, isn't it? The soft notes of the pan flute stir up something in their hearts, tugging at old memories and drawing forth a feeling of dissatisfaction and longing out from under them. Let the song lull them into taking a moment to withdraw from the hustle and bustle -- hey, turns out they sort of need it. Maybe they're coming down with a cold, or just some quick little bug...
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>> user M3G4M4G1CH4XX posted on April 6th, 2019:
Why did you come back? You don't have to live like this.

Weren't things better back then? Try to remember what it used to be like.
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The odd message from an iris account that doesn't exist isn't up for long before the spell kicks into the next phase. However they manifest and from when differs from person to person, but those affected will all have the bizarre experience of watching some ghost of themselves from their past be born from their soul's memory. Don't think there are those that can escape this fate just by returning at a later time, either -- Wist can keep up this panpipe nonsense all day, every day if they have to. If that what it takes to get their point across...

Good luck trying to comprehend whatever point that may be, because now Daybreak is the new home to a bunch of familiar-looking rugrats and has to contend with whatever complications they may bring along with them.
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[For more information on this plot, please see this ooc infopost!]

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[The tug at his shirt makes him start, head lifting and eyes opening wide. For one terrible moment it's not even Teto's name on his tongue but Coco's.

Then his eyes fall on the child actually there.]

Mav... rick?

[oh no, did this thing hit him too?

He forces a smile.]

...Hola. Do you need something there?

[Hm... There's that name again, the one that the guy that must be Ramona's friend uses. Sort of like his, but not really. With that and the question, he can only think it's appropriate to shake his head. No, he's not Maverick, and no, he doesn't need something. Sort of untrue, since he desperately wants Ramona to swoop in and take him away from this strange, big place, but thinking immediately, he's the one trying to offer help.

He doesn't let go of Héctor's shirt, worrying it between his tiny fingers, but he uses his other hand to meekly point at Héctor. You!! You need something. It's plain as day.]

[The kid shakes his head but he can't think who this would be but Maverick. Which is a very strange and even a bit of an alarming thing to consider.

But either way the kid is hanging on to him and pointing.]

I... don't know what that means. Do you want to show me what you mean, niño?

[He rises up slow, letting the boy hang on if he feels the need but leaving his hand open and offered.]

I can follow you and you can show me?

[Oh, hm. So the man wants him to take the lead... He's not very good at that, just drifting along where he's told, and even if he was, he can't think of anything right now that he could show Héctor. He shakes his head again. He's fine here.]

[Well. Okay. He sits right back down. He might as well.]

Hmm, well, if it's not that then, is it okay if I guess what it is? Would that be annoying, being asked a lot of questions?

[Ack, those two questions have a different answer, so he can't rely on the tried and true nodding/shaking his head method. Instead, he'll opt for coming around to sit next to Héctor, resting his chin on his knees and listening patiently. Go ahead.]

[He catches his mistake far too late, wincing. But it turns the kid is able to manage an "answer" anyway. That's good. He smiles apologetic then nods his own head. Okay.]

You've saw someone who looks like you right? When you found yourself here

[Oh good, starting off with an easy one. He supposes he means that older redheaded(? presumably, it looked like the same color) boy, even if his face was all angles, he had metal in his face, and he talked. That was all different from Ricky...but he nods anyway and uses his jagged, bitten nail to "scratch" two lines in his lower lip. He was an older boy that looked like him, he supposes, but with something in his lip.]

[A nod and... ah, that gestures probably referred to the piercings. Ay, that really did highlight the difference between them. Was this really Maverick? He's not going to get that answer from this kid even if he asks.]

Do you want to find him?

[Getting tougher, if the time it takes for him to offer a simple shrug is any indication. He didn't have anything against Maverick, and he was even okay in his book on account of being Ramona's friend, but there's no need to find him right now. Not really. He'll do whatever Héctor wants him to do, in this situation.]

Okay.

[He should, probably, let Maverick know soon but at least the boy's not too stressed for it. Probably more for his family but that's not an option right now.]

Is there something else you need right now?

[He takes his time again, less because he's uncertain or hesitant about acknowledging it, and more just because he wants to be as thorough as possible with his limited communication. He's pretty sure he doesn't need anything right this second that this guy could help with, but he should make sure.

...Yep, still the case after he puts some thought into it. Ricky shakes his head for no.]

Okay, good.

[Not tired or hungry or any of that. Just... mute. For whatever reason.]

Can you write your name in the air?

[His face doesn't have quite the same expressiveness as Maverick's, but there is the dim realization as it dawns on him that...yeah. You can just write things in the air. They don't stay, but it's something you can do.

Since he sits facing Héctor and is too little to think to do otherwise, the letters will be backwards from Héctor's perspective, but hopefully he won't have too much trouble with the wide gestures that spell out R I C K Y.]

[It's all right. Backwards letters aren't that hard to read. He watches more for the motions involved anyway. Once he gathers that the boy's trying to spell just a portion of Maverick's name, things become pretty clear.]

Ricky. Ricky?

[He looks for confirmation. Once he gets it, he smiles.]

Well, nice to meet you Ricky. I'm... Señor... R. [Yes, that would work. No confusing his younger self, no messing with Imelda.]

[He nods, because he is in fact Ricky, but there's no indication of whether he also thinks it's nice to meet Señor R., or if that smile encourages him at all. He just picks at the ends of his sleeves, face blank.]

[No acknowledgement. That's okay. Formal pleasantries are wierd anyway.]

Are you okay with me talking to you, Ricky? Or do you prefer if everyone is quiet? You can shake your head if you like quiet more.

[They sure are. Especially to little kids not yet crushed by societal pressure.

To the question, he nods. Quiet was fine, but just because he couldn't talk didn't mean he wanted to limit everyone else, and this man seemed like a nice man. Maybe talking was helping him, the way it sometimes helped Ramona, even though she wasn't always as kind with her tone. Even when she was harsh...he'd rather hear her voice and help her work things out. So Señor R. can talk to him.]

[In that case, maybe it really will be more helpful to chatter at him.]

I'm looking for another boy. He ran away when I called. He causes trouble so he always thinks he's going to be in trouble, even when he didn't do anything. I'm just worried he's going to get hurt. This is a very big place. He usually only knows small towns.

[Another boy...? That's not good. He tips his head a little while he listens -- these were good indicators, the kind of thing he'd normally be wanting to hear, but he still needs the basics. He tugs his bangs down over his eyes and lets them spring back up.]

[He's not entirely sure what that gesture means. Worry? Displeasure? Something to see or not see? Just some random hair pulling? He frowns a moment but nods like he understands.]

He looks a little like me. Ah. His hair is probably messy. Actually all of him is. About this tall.

[He lifts his hand over the ground.]

I'm sure he'll turn up eventually, but if you see him... [Then what? Ricky's not going to tell him anything.] Well, if he's not hurt then he's probably fine then.

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