daybreakacademy | When You Made Wishes: start! (player plot)

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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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[ That's false advertising if Kano's not allowed any popsicles!! There's a weird sort of feeling having a younger Maverick looking up at him, familiar because he's seen pictures of the kid and has seen him smile and it's still just weird, being two, and he does his best not to make eye contact at little Ricky.

Can he at least have a cup of hot water? Not even with any chocolate in it, just the hot water for him to hold. ]

Hm, well, things have been kinda busy! [ He had to go find his dying younger self and wrangle him up, after all. ] Are there any dirty details to give? Maybe you can sparknotes them for me?

[He'll be allowed popsicles! As soon as he makes it clear that's what he's after. For what it's worth, in addition to being able to hold a cup of hot water, there's a small garbage around with some messy sticks all ready for him.]

Nah. We're steel traps, aren't we, weasel?

[Ricky blinks over, unsure, but it sounds like a positive thing. These two are talking really weird... He'll nod anyway, even if he's not quite getting the whole picture.]

So? Which pocket tea flavor you gonna go with today?

Hm~ I'll get something out of you~

[ It's such a weird thing... Maverick being so okay around his younger self when Kano can barely stand to look at his, the fact that he's being friendly and supportive and Kano thought Maverick was supposed to hate weird daemony things and these children are clearly daemons, there's just something so wrong about them being here.

But it's good to know that Maverick doesn't instinctively hate his past self, like Kano does, so he digs tea bags out of his pockets and spreads them out on a clear spot on the table. ]

Weasel, was that it? What do you think? What should we go for today? There's green and grey and lemon and red~

[ Tea is tea is whatever, one is fruity and one is flowery and one is bitter but they're all the same to him: hot water. ]

[What is even a little bit daemony about this kid? He's cute, and scared, and has big eyes, and loves Ramona just as much as Maverick himself does. Sure, it's not great to have him around, but he hates himself way more than he hates...himself. This tiny version of him hasn't done anything to deserve having to deal with his ire, when he's already unfortunate enough to have to deal with him.

Ricky looks up, then back down -- they all look the same to him... Neither of the older kids are being much help, either. Eventually, he nudges the red tea packet. This one?]

[ His existence is what's daemony. Even if he just acts like a shy little kid and Kano wishes he would talk so the onus of keeping up a conversation weren't just on himself. ]

Alright, red tea it is!

[ The bag gets dunked into the cup, string looped around the handle so it doesn't slip inside, and then handed over to Ricky. Hold onto this for him for a sec. ]

So... Mav. I heard rumors of popsicles.

[Oh. Now he has two cups. He doesn't know what to do except sit as still as possible, uncertainty bright in his eyes as he looks between the other two. Why is he holding this???

Mav, on the other hand, has a wide grin curling.]

Sure did ~

[But instead of expanding on that, he walks over to Ricky and takes hold of the mugs. The boy looks up, nods, and meekly takes a bag -- a little bigger than one of his older self's hands -- out from his hoodie pocket and holds it out.

Inside the bag of colding, a bag of holding with a 20 gallon capacity and filled with inert gas used to keep its contents chill, is:
Popsicles.
Popsicles, minus a few bars.
Fudgsicles, minus a few bars.
Popsicles.
More popsicles.
Flavored whipped cream.
Halloween variety sprinkles.]

Sorry I had to dip into the stash, but I didn't give out the weird ones. All yours, now. Gotta change those signs later...

[ Ohhhh what the heck, he was thinking of the sort of popsicle where you pour orange juice into a mold and freeze it and call it a popsicle, but this is the good shit. ]

I can take whichever one I want? Really, really??

[ If that's the case!!! he takes the peanut butter whipped cream, his now. ]

[he got that shit IMPORTED I'm assuming in the scribblers and fireworks cases but honestly who knows.]

No -- cricket, you're so fucking stupid. [At least this kind of stupid he can laugh at, not like that whole getting kidnapped business. That kind of stupid made Mav pray he was still alive mostly so he could kill him himself.] It's all yours, even the bag.

-—What's the catch?

[ He takes the bag before Maverick can say "just kidding!!!" but also... what's the catch... He'd forgotten all about Maverick having said he had something for him, what with almost being a murderer and almost being murdered in the past week alone. He must be stupid, because he can't think of a reason why Maverick would be giving him 20 gallons of ice cream. ]

[It doesn't have 20 gallons right now, it just could have 20 gallons.]

What was the catch with the piñata and all its goodies? [...The glitter, honestly, but. That's besides the point.] I said I'd get you a gift. Grim creeper said my dumbass joke about lugging around yoghurt all the time was possible, so I had him make this! Now you can have whatever fucking snacks you want around. Just don't put things that need to breathe in there, I guess.

It's good, right?

Edited (I debated but why would he ever) 2019-04-09 01:14 (UTC)

Hmm...

[ If he thinks hard enough, he's sure he could come up with a plausible reason for the piñata and all its goodies, but it wouldn't be something he'd want to admit out loud anyways. ]

Yeah, it's real good.

[ Anyways!! ]

What happens if you put something that needs to breathe in there? I wonder if I can stick my head inside??

[ Just watch him, the moment summer comes, he's going to wear this bag over his head and just lie there. ]

[kano no]

It suffocates and dies, dumbass.

That takes time, though? What if I hold my breath?

I will choke you myself. Just carry ice cream around, it's weird enough!

[Why the deathwish, always... He idly digs his phone out to type out a text.]

Grim creeper will have more specifics for you, if you wanna put up with his bullshit.

there was a dumb keychain too but the kid found it and taking it away sounded like a pain in the ass

I'll get you a new one

[ hmm

texts back bc he can ]

I have two guesses who grim creeper is so you have to tell me which one is correct!!
I'm going to guess Tyzias because why would Rex want a dumb keychain??????

[squints]

the dumb keychain is for you dumbass
but gc is rex

[ ignores that squint, too busy texting ]

Aww, you shouldn't have, Mav!
But thanks!!!!!
Now that I have somewhere to keep all my keys, I don't need the doorknobs~

you're fucking terrible
it'll be a couple days still

[It's around this time that Ricky looks up, realizing that everyone else is being as quiet as he is, and tugs at the bottom of Mav's shirt.]

Hey, sorry, weasel. Adults are fucking a pain in the ass, huh?

[????? no.........but whatever...]

But none will ever be bigger than this one~ Cricket's a real dumbass. He's Ramona's friend, too, but don't always listen to his ideas, if you see him around.

[ They sure are a pain in the ass. He was wondering how long it'd take for Ricky to feel put out of the conversation even though everybody is being just as quiet at he is, but it doesn't take very long at all.

Pocketing the phone, he waves his hand in front of Maverick's face, blocking him from view and putting himself in between him and Ricky. ]

Don't "always," huh? I'll take that implied "sometimes"~! Hey, kiddo, how 'bout we give Mav a breather and you and I go out and play somewhere?

[That's good! The implied sometimes was intentional...but that doesn't mean Mav doesn't scowl and try to lean around Kano's block. Ricky tries to look around him for a second, too, before giving up and watching Kano's face.]

With the shit you pull? What makes you think I'd allow that? What's your fucking plan here, cricket?

[ Something something murder ]

Aw, why so suspicious? Just thought you'd like a break from having to look after one more head~ I'm free, after all, without anybody to wrangle up, so why not help out, right? That's what friends do!

[ Murder each other's kid selves because they're Wrong ]

[ugh...the f word...it makes it heart do a flip-flop in the grossest of ways, why does he have to be like that about friends. It's almost enough to make him give in immediately, but he digs in his heels and pulls back.]

Yeah, and as Ramona's friend, I know how bad it would be if shit went down and I wasn't there to be able to explain why. You end up in the infirmary at least once a month. Ricky doesn't really need to see that.

[ He's that way about friends because he's since realized that particular word has a lot of power attached to it, much like pleases and thank yous if said earnestly enough, and believing Kano does anything earnestly can be dangerous. ]

Eh~ Is it really that often? Sometimes I just go there to hang out, you know? Ekkehardt and me, we're buds! Hieke too! If something went down, I'd be there to explain things, so isn't that enough? Ah- the things in the jars— have you ever seen them? They're pretty cool, and I bet he'd get a kick outta them!

[Eugh. He pulls a face as his brain tries to imagine what things in jars in the office of a daemon could possibly contain.]

Somehow I fucking doubt that he would. [Mmm... He chews the inside of his cheek while struggling to come up with a way he could explain the problem without making Ricky more concerned than he already is.] Cricket, I know it must be exciting to find someone the same mental age as you after all this time, but I don't...know...if this place is the best place to have an adventure, for him.

Hmm...

[ Kano crouches down in front of Ricky so he can look up at him and consider the boy closely. He has to wonder if anywhere is a good enough place to have an adventure, considering just how miserable Ricky looks. Sort of like how he used to look, when he was first shipped off to the orphanage and spent his days lost and confused and hopeless, until he learned to hide it better.

Back then, for him, his saving grace wasn't sitting around and moping and being content petting cats and listening to the adults, it was the people who took him by the hand and pulled him out of his comfort zone and forced him to move on. With such a miserable face like that, this would be what'd be best for Ricky too, he's certain of it. ]

Ricky, want to go to an amusement park? You and me and Mav, we can go together.

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