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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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[He waits just a moment, then goes about lowering to the ground. He settles just a small bit away from Maverick, legs folding. Easier to sit anyway, let his aching body rest.]

... I'm going to pretend that doesn't contradict, just a little. Because I'm guessing you're trying to say I've got something to give and getting it crossed with also thinking I'm full of it.

[His mouth presses to a line.]

I guess I... don't really know who I am yet without my family or... music. [He makes a face.] But I'll make something if I can't figure it out. Whatever I've got time left for.

[He looks up over to Maverick.]

You're doing well you know. You haven't even had the kid a month. I saw your signs and your little set up. And Teto looked like he was having fun before I showed up. He must like you if he's standing up on chairs and shouting.

[He focuses on savoring the smoke while the other talks, the dissatisfied rumblings dulling even more because finally, finally it seems like something's got through. Thickheaded bastard... He can settle for this much, and closes his eyes as if that will help him breathe and find his way back to the weird little shit that serves hot cocoa and smug looks.]

Tch. Thought that was a staple feature of his performances.

[Mmn... He doesn't much like being pitied, which is obviously what this is, but he's too tired to snap at Héctor for another, small thing, now.]

Just seemed the easiest way to get 'em all to fucking stay in one place. It's not like I'm doing that fucking much... No surprise Teto thinks I'm cool, though, kid's got good taste.

[He snorts.]

Didn't sound like preforming to me. Sounded like goofing off. He usually just does that with other kids. Too nervous around anyone older.

[He feels himself grin a little.]

Did he really say you were cool? That traitor.

Eh. We did all of it.

[Though he will choose to ignore the fact that he was singing, and hopefully Teto wouldn't bring it up, either. It wasn't anything to write home about, so...hopefully all this stupid sharing stuff doesn't kick in until later.

...He knows it's not, but let him have some peace, here.]

I mean, look who he's fucking got around to compare me to. And I deal that good, good hot chocolate for free and everything... El hombre de chocolate. I'm the amazing fucking chocolatier, bitch.

Did you now? Cover or original?

[He lifts a brow, grinning wider. Sorry Maverick but you said "we" and Ricky sure wasn't singing.

He laughs aloud then.]

Bet it's not as good as home. You need the spice and cinnamon, muchacho. That's how you win it. But I'll let you have your victory for now. I can win him back. Nadie o no, he likes me. And I know all the guitar tricks.

[He did the goofing off part!!! Yeah! leave him alone you terrible man]

Uh, cover. A Backwards Gisney song, I think.

[NOPE HE DOESN'T KNOW FOR SURE AT ALL GO AWAY. Starting to get the more usual Mav spark back in him, though. Phew.]

Dude, whatever, I'm over here working with instant mix, making it a fucking art. You don't think I'd kick your dead ass around the block if I was out here with the good shit?

A what?

[Is this some thing that-- no, wait, it's him which means he... you know what he's just gonna let that go.]

Ah, kids are easy to please with sweets and free things. I don't think you know how to make the good shit.

[That, of course, is teasing. Anyone can make good hot chocolate with the right stuff.]

Besides, I know all his other favorites. You basically don't stand a chance.

[Damn...couldn't bait him. Too bad, there's always next time.]

That's what you think. #NotAllKids, I never was into sweet shit.

[Hot chocolate is as sweet as he'll tolerate, and he makes it with water instead of milk to keep it from being Too Much. Spicing it up...yeah, he hasn't been able to do it too often, but it is most definitely the good shit.]

For now. Until I show you up so fucking completely, all your favorites become shit I pick, instead.

But it's still free.

[Just pointing that out.

He shakes his head.]

That's never gonna happen. He'll humor you but he knows what he likes.

Don't worry. I'm sure he'll spare your feelings to your face.

[Sir, he has a lit cigarette again. Just saying.]

If telling yourself helps you get to sleep, I'll go ahead and let you fucking believe that.

[Rather than set him on fire, Maverick kicks over his foot in a nudge against the older.]

Alright, lazybones, time to make sure Ricky ain't a rocker, now.

[He'll just neglect to point out he doesn't sleep. It's close enough.

His laughter cuts with the nudge and he remembers again why sitting is a bad idea.]

"Okay, okay, I'm getting up, give me a second."

[He braces on the wall and his cane, slowly getting to his feet. It's a lot slower than rising up skeletal, that's for sure.]

"If he's a rocker, I am taking no blame. You had ample warning for what Teto might influence."

[By this time, the clingy creature that is Teto has most likely shuffled over to sit as close as Ricky will allow, even if that be side by side. Whether the Guitar is in Ricky's hands, his, or the both of theirs, he seems more than happy.]

[For what it's worth, as much as Mav rolls his eyes, huffs, fusses about Héctor taking his sweet ol' time, he'll also be offering out a hand to help him up and keep him steady while he gets himself stable.]

Ha! I did, didn't I? Amazing I didn't pick him up by the scruff and toss him out, knowing what he becomes.

[The anger is gone, though. He's been coaxed into his weird playing again.

Ricky doesn't mind the proximity at all, as much as new situations freak him out. He thrives off the warmth and passion Teto is lighting up the whole room with, and has taken to playing along the fret while Teto plucks the strings, seeing how he can change the twang and hum. It's fun. He blinks up when the other two join them, positivity muting again into a blank, glassy stare. Is there something to be worried about...]

[He expects the huffing about. It's the offered hand that surprises him. He takes it and smiles just slightly, grateful.]

What can I say? He's charming.

[And not just used to being thrown out by the scruff or anything like that.

He just catches the barest glimpse of the smile on Ricky's face before it's gone. Teto is slower to react, still plucking along before he notices, raises his head, and his smile slips too. It's disheartening but he still puts on his own smile, especially to see them tucked close.

His cane taps along the floor until he's close enough to kneel before them. It'll be hard getting back up but he knows it's important to speak level.]

"Hola, Ricky. Hola, Teto. Maverick was just telling me about all the música you were making before. Looks like you're having fun. What are you up to here?"

I was just showing Ricky the guitar. We were playing together. Do we have to stop?

"Ah, that's up to Maverick. It's pretty late."

[Maverick plops easily into a different chair, casual as can be. Things were sort of fine now, so the kids don't need to know that his foot is starting to hurt, or why that is.]

Hmmm.

[Like he's really gotta think about it. Like he doesn't want this kid as exhausted and happy as possible before trying to get him to sleep so that maybe, just maybe, they could get through the night with no one having a panic attack. Gosh, that'd be the life.]

Guess it'll take me a while to close up shop. You two can keep doing what you're doing until then.

[...Oh, yay! Ricky sinks gratefully against Teto's shoulder and nods. He'd like that a lot, thanks.]

[The boy all but melts with relief. His expression goes horribly soft to see it. He reaches out, a brief gentle touch to the boy's head that tousles those orange curls back. He turns to Teto, who looks nervously hopeful, then laughs when he get the same treatment. ]

Are you gonna play with us too?

"Ay, Teto..."

I know! I know you said just us! But- but Maverick's cool so I thought you could... be...

"Think the cool ones here are you and Ricky. Is that right Ricky?"

[His eyes squeeze tight as his hair is ruffled, but he doesn't shrink away or make a face, and he's back to blinking his wide eyes up with curiosity. Him, part of the cool ones...? Ricky turns his head to look completely over to Teto. He's pretty sure...Teto's the only cool one around here.]

Yeah, old man, Maverick's cool! [He quirks an eyebrow up in a challenge.] Show us what you got.

[Teto is definitely distracted at the moment, too much so to catch that glance. As is Héctor.

He hears Maverick behind him and tries to communicate via panicked look and quick hand motion, how much of a big no that is.]

Yeah! YEAH! Play for us! Please, please, por favor! You told me you used to write songs!

"Teto... I don't know..."

[He glances back at Maverick again and mouths, "Is she here?"

In that same instance, Teto's picking up the guitar and shoving it into Héctor's hands. It nearly knocks him over.]

"It's a dorm, and night, I really don't want to wake anyone..."

[The Imelda Issue is indeed...an issue, but Mav doesn't have an answer for that silent question. He can still shrug and carefully cross his kicky leg over the other to elevate his foot while he smirks.]

And no ones gonna be able to sleep anyway, and we're not the floor with the ban, and we already played some music, and we're bored...! Come on, lazybones!

[suffer]

[He squints over Maverick's way, letting him see just how not happy he is with this whole situation right now. You're the worst, kid. He points a finger out at all of them, frowning seriously.]

This doesn't leave this room. This is now Las Vegas, which I have never been to, but I presume we mostly know how the saying goes.

[He draws the guitar strap over his shoulder and gives himself a good hard shake. If he flickers with light for a moment from his power, well, that was probably just everyone seeing things. Not at all a little boosting of his energy in this form.

He sits back upon the arm of a chair. No tap dancing tonight, he'll just do it from here. Ay, if he weren't so far beyond lapsed he'd cross himself.

His eyes close. His hand lifts high. Teto watches with widening eyes and smile, hanging on to the boy at his side.

Héctor's hand comes down over the strings.]

What color is the sky? Ay, mi amor, ay, mi amor~ You tell me that it's red, ay, mi amor, ay, mi amor~

[Whatever they thought of Teto's singing, Héctor manages better. It takes seconds for the nervousness to bleed away, for him to shape shift in a way that doesn't involve power at all. His smile goes bright with memories. He looks a little more like the boy on the floor.]

Where should I put my shoes? Ay, mi amor, ay, mi amor~ You say, "Put them on your head!" Ay, mi amor, ay, mi amor~

[Enough so, he forgets himself and maybe mimics Imelda's voice there just a little, a laugh on his breath. His foot taps upon the ground.]

You make me un poco loco, un poquititito loco~ The way you keep me guessing, I'm nodding and I'm yes-ing~ I'll count it as a blessing...

[It's about then that Teto tries to pull Ricky up into some rather graceless dance.]

That I'm only un poco loco~!

[He relaxes into the chair, head tipping back into his arms crossed in a pillow and eyes closing as he listens and lets himself float along the music. It was good. Good song, good singing, and good memories behind it. He can feel that much, even if he can't imagine the scene in his head, young and in love Imelda or no. It's still nice.

Ricky thinks so, too, content where he is and watching the older man with wonder. He was so...withdrawn, in that weird way, that he hadn't known he would ever have had it in him to be alive, and bring in joy like this. The joy swells even more as he's pulled up with a startled gasp. Surprising, but not enough to keep it from being fun and make him want to crawl away just yet. He hasn't danced ever in his life, as far as he knows, but he's seen Ramona do it, and the way Teto's dancing doesn't seem too hard, either. He can let himself be pulled up and raise their arms and awkwardly twirl under them, just watch.]

[It's a muted audience, but he doesn't mind that a bit. His fingers dance upon the strings while the boys dance out on the floor. Teto's laugh is bright and joyous to see Ricky twirl. With the rotation complete, he bounces up and spins around the other boy, until he's back in front and grasping his hands again.

Héctor watches it, fond in the moment and far away in the same instance. He bobs his head to encourage the boys on whenever they look his way.]

"The loco that you make me, it is just un poco crazy~ The sense that you're not making, the liberties you're taking~ Leaves my cabeza shaking~!"

[And with that he meets eyes with Teto, inviting a duet.]

"You are just..."

Un poco loco~!

[He catches the hint.

For that matter, a he plays on, it's Teto who follows in with a Grito, not understanding the need to keep this all so low. He laughs helplessly, shaking his head, but there the boy is, hopping closer and gesturing for him to join like he doesn't know exactly what's happening.

Well, he's already dead anyway. Might as well. He joins in.]

"Un poquititi-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-to loco~!"

YEAH!

[Teto throws his hands up, and then in the high of his enthusiasm, goes to hug his dance partner.

He grins over at Maverick. See? His not-family person is cool too!]

[It feels comfortable, like a home, which he tells himself should piss him off. Indulging in Héctor's company and having a good time, gross. Even worse when he opens his eyes and sees Ricky, delighted and comfortable in Teto's arms, his own thin arms clinging back.

Oh dear.

But Teto is being proud and oblivious and smug, and Maverick can offer him a smirk in return and roll his eyes. Yeah yeah, kid. Take your wins where you can get 'em. Silent communication over, he takes his arms out from behind his head and raises them high for applause.]

Not bad, for some old has-been. Can't say I'd mind hearing another while I get all this shhtuff cleaned up, if I'm being honest.

[His foot can probably take it, now...]

"Has-been?"

[He repeats it with mock offense.]

"Nobody asks a has-been for an encore."

[He grins.

Nice save on the swear there too.]

"But since it's your request, lets see... How about a cover this time? Instrumental."

[There's a glint of mischief in Héctor's eye. He knows he has this. He also knows that at least one here doesn't have a clue what's coming.

His fingers race over the strings then and Teto, watching the speed of them in that intro, feels his jaw drop. Héctor grins wider.]

[oh

this

ASSHOLE

His eyes widen a moment as he freezes in getting up, then he quickly gets back to business cleaning the area. Ricky's pretty amazed by the performance, leaning in with wonder, which of course does nothing to help Mav try to play this one off. Stupid jerk!!! He sucks.]

[He doesn't get much the chance to look up. This is a fast song and not one of his own that he can play by heart. He can spare only the briefest glances up at the boys whom he's happy to see are impressed.

Maverick on the other hand has an odd look like he tried something sour. Oh well, he did try. He's having fun anyway.

Maybe too much fun. When the song comes to its end he sighs and releases the guitar back to Teto.]

"Here you go. I think I'm done for the night."

[The boy looks from him, to the guitar, to Ricky and all the wonder on him, and then back.]

Can you teach me to play that too?

"Tell you what. You try and learn first on your own. If you can't do it, I'll teach you. How about you, Ricky? You having fun?"

Edited 2019-04-18 04:06 (UTC)

When You Made Wishes: start! (player plot)

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