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

[made_up_names]

Why is Peter over at Lumiére? ... Why isn't Peter at Lumiére? That's the more pertinent question, let's be real here. But he's here today, as he often is, generally snooping around and getting into trouble. As he does.

The singing takes him off guard though - both because there's music at all, but also because he's pretty sure that's one of Héc's songs? Stolen by Ernesto, whatever, but definitely one Peter tracked down after finding out the whole plagiarism thing. "Hey, um, you might wanna keep it down," he says. Not because he doesn't like the singing, but because. Well. "The RA on this floor is really strict. She's --"

And then abruptly, he spots the resemblance. The song, the girl's appearance, all of it. And he just about swallows his own tongue. "Um. Imelda?"

[no_dejare_de_quererte]

If she had a euro for every person here who somehow knew her name... She still wouldn't have enough for the plane ticket back to Mexico, but it would certainly be a start.

She turns abruptly, the singing stopping immediately as she looks back at Peter without any recognition. He knows her name, but she doesn't have any clue who he is. "Uh... Hola? Who are you?"

The knife is still in hand, and the chopped up fruit behind her. Both forgotten for a moment.

[made_up_names]

Holy shit, it really is her. Younger than even Peter is, but definitely and distinctly Imelda. It's weird to see her singing like this, but it just kind of reinforces what he knew about her already. Just. Wow. Holy crap.

-- Think fast, Peter, try to be at least remotely smooth here.

"Uh, Teto mentioned you," he says. Hoping that will work. "I met him the other day."

[no_dejare_de_quererte]

To Peter's credit, that's not a reason she's heard before. She looks surprised by that, and then maybe a touch embarrassed. But overall, her demeanor shifts to be a little more open. If he's a friend of Teto's then that's probably okay.

"Oh." She frowns in that same way the older Imelda does when she's not fully satisfied with an answer. "Well, that still doesn't tell me your name." Which is what she was asking for in the first place.

"Also... What did he say about me?" Not that she cares that much! But! Tell her anyway.

[made_up_names]

How can you hate this doofy teenager anyway. He's not particularly threatening at all. Especially when he comes over to flop down in a chair. See, harmless.

"I'm Peter. Peter Parker." A wave from the chair. "And uh, nice things? I think he kinda likes you."

He's helping.

[no_dejare_de_quererte]

Helping, indeed.

"Oh. Well... good." That's a different sort of 'oh' from before, and a different sort of reaction. Imelda chews on her lip for a moment, then turns back to the counter--but as she does, Peter might catch a smile on her lips. She seems pleased and a little flushed by that answer, even if she won't say as much.

When she turns around again, she's set the knife down on the counter and picked up the bowl of sliced fruit that she was making. She heads over to Peter and flops down in a seat nearby. She sets the bowl on a side table between them.

"You can have some, if you want. I made a bunch, and there's more in the fridge." Besides, it's not her food. She just assumes it's there for everyone. "What were you saying before? About the RA?"

[made_up_names]

That's the cutest thing and he's glad to be the messenger here. Hopefully it doesn't cause problems for Teto later, though.

But hey, snacks. Being a teenaged spider-guy, Peter is always down for more food. He takes a slice gratefully, munching on it as they keep talking. "Thanks," he says with a grin. "I - uh, well, there's just some rules here. About music specifically."

He's not sure how much to say. Probably he'll try not to badmouth Imelda to herself, at least.

[no_dejare_de_quererte]

Oh, right. That.

Imelda scrunches up her nose in distaste. "If you're talking about the no music rule... That's a dumb rule. I'm not following something like that," she says, rather matter-of-fact.

"Besides--there wasn't anyone else out here. You're not going to tell on me, are you?" For being thirteen, she sure has a way of making a question sound vaguely threatening.

[made_up_names]

God. He wishes he was recording this. He's gonna give Imelda hell when he sees her again.

"No way," he says, holding up his hands. "I like music. And it's completely stupid, so."

[no_dejare_de_quererte]

Just try it, Peter. Just try it.

Peter's agreement seems to pacify her--and perhaps even validate her. She's not the only one that thinks it's dumb, and that only makes her more sure that she's right.

"Good. Then who cares about it? Music is supposed to make people happy. No matter how you're feeling, it surrounds you and fills you up... And when it's really good music, you forget about everything else. All that matter is being a part of that feeling, and letting yourself get swept along with it."