When You Made Wishes: start! (player plot)

[deuteranope]

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!]

Comments

[nor_iron_bars]

[Possibly still long enough for a concerned parent to start panicking, though... okay, yep, time to make this Officially Someone Else's Problem. Or at least their responsibility and not hers.]

Guess we probably oughtta call your dad, then, make sure everything's okay.

[sleepybitch]

[That's probably a good idea.

Noctis hesitates, before nodding.]

Okay...

[He doesn't have a phone on hand so it's your time to shine, Jailbreak.]

[nor_iron_bars]

[Sure enough, Jail casually taps over to the call screen and holds out her cell phone to him.]

[The question is, how young is Noctis? Did they have smartphones when he was actually this age, or is he going to be baffled by this thing that has a touchscreen and isn't a strange chunky brick with a flip-top.]

[sleepybitch]

[He seems tech savvy enough - Insomnia is a strange place, but they've made some decent strides where communication technology is concerned.

Because magic.

Noctis taps in his dad's number, then sits back as the phone rings. And rings. And rings.]

...My dad is usually really busy.

[nor_iron_bars]

Sure, yeah. [Jail doesn't make a big deal out of it. The kid's... probably not thrilled about his dad not picking up, no need to make him feel bad by focusing on the issue, right?]

[...And if something more serious is happening, then this might not be the best way for him to find out about it.]

So, you got a name, kid?

[Maybe a more responsible adult would have asked him before, but whatever.]

[sleepybitch]

[Noctis is very much not thrilled about his dad not picking up, but it's not like Regis knows what's happening.

Either way, he offers the phone back to her.]

Noctis. What's yours?

[nor_iron_bars]

[Poor Regis also now has his number in Jail's phone history, which probably isn't going to be great for him. The odds of him getting weird accidental drunk texts just increased sharply.]

[She pockets the phone again.]

Jailbreak.

[That sounds fake by normal person standards, but honestly this does seem like the kind of person who would actually be called that. The gas mask is probably responsible, it gives her that sort of look.]

Nice to meetcha, Noctis. Wanna go grab some snacks and talk to a guy I know about figuring all this out?

[The automatic Daybreak faculty backup plan: when in doubt, make it Ekkehardt's problem. She's pretty sure he'll know what to do about this, he's actually taken care of kids as an official job before.]

They got pretty good cookies here.

[sleepybitch]

[It's what he deserves for not answering.

Noctis doesn't quite buy Jailbreak as a name, but it's not so bad as far as names go.]

Sure. [He can go for snacks!] What kind of cookies?

[That's very important.]

[nor_iron_bars]

Uh... [She cranes her head to read the menu from halfway across the room. Thankfully it's in pretty large font.] Looks like we got chocolate chip, peanut butter, annnnnd... [Squints.] Okay, I'm like ninety percent sure that says "cranberry walnut", but it might be blueberry. Could go either way.

[sleepybitch]

Those two are pretty different. [And also, sounds bad.] I want peanut butter, though.

[nor_iron_bars]

[Jail is probably going to get one just to see what it actually is now.]

Peanut butter, we can do.

[She can't necessarily fix the rest of this, but she's capable of that much.]

[sleepybitch]

[Enjoy your awful fruit cookie.

He's on board for peanut butter, though. Yaaaas.]

...Thank you.

[As an after thought, almost as if he almost forgot his manners.]