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Héctor ([personal profile] unpocoloco) wrote in [community profile] daybreakacademy2019-10-25 09:09 am

Calacala calavera la noche invita los muertos bailan con mi canción

WHO: Héctor OTAs, MUSIC CLUB, and anyone wandering in on the Día De Muertos mingle
WHERE: Around Soliel and campus, in an expanded music classroom, and Lumiere Floor Three respectively
WHEN: Through October and into November
WHAT: A BIG LOG MASH UP WITH Héctor preparing for the day of the dead, MUSIC CLUB MINGLE, and a Día De Muertos mingle
WARNINGS: The big spoilers, nothing much else atm

A Helping Hand

The set up starts early in the month. Acquiring all the needed items to properly fill out the ofrenda while staying in France means a lot more care is required in hunting things down, ordering early, and begging the french chefs of Daybreak to make orders for copious tropical fruits not typically sold. Finding a florist who will go the extra mile to acquire the flowers they need proves even harder, never mind one who will get the sheer amount. At least, worst-case scenario, Imelda's always got some cempasuchils on hand.

At any given time in his waking evening hours, Héctor can be seen trying to haul boxes this way and that. The healing done on his bones is weakening a little, his leg starting to give him problems again. Perhaps one wants to give him a hand.


Calaveritas de Azúcar

In the days leading up to the Imelda may likewise be busy. There's a lot to cook and prepare after all. Nevertheless, Héctor tries not to leave all the work to her. It's rare to see him doing anything with food, but he seems to be working with a sticky white paste of some kind. It's evident what it's for once he's finished working all the molds into shape. Eventually, he's managed to shape several blank white sugar skulls. There are tubes of colored frosting and decorative pieces featuring ribbons and candied flowers and gems. There's an empty chair at the table where he works.


Las Flores

la Toussaint isn't something he'll be witnessing this year, technically. He's got too much tend and mind, not to mention actual school business. But with all his ties to the dead, his family lost and the ghosts he only just learned he could see this year, he heads out one night near the day, hauling as many flowers as he can-- the kind that are easier to find around France, the tiny little mums that come by the barrel. He couldn't come for the official grave sweeping, his schedule being what it is, but in a way, that's for the best. It means that he doesn't have to pretend he isn't chatting with every spectral figure he can, opting for Spanish when English gains no understanding and doing the best he can with French from there. He lays out the flowers over the graves and settles with his guitar. In honor of Old Garcie, he plays La Vie En Rose for the spirits lingering there and any other requests he knows how to play.

He does the same at both gravesites but lingers for a longer time at the one in the forest, holding the graves of the forgotten. He can be found throughout the night.


Music Club - [MINGLE BELOW]

It's been a long time coming and it's nothing if not ambitious with all he's set out to do this month, but The Music Club gets its official opening. Posters go up around the school to advertise the event. It's advertised as a club for musicians and music aficionados, a space for people to play together, offer and receive lessons, share and discuss any musical interests with one another, and simply enjoy music.

For the first meeting, an expanded music classroom has been taken over, reinforced with runes for better acoustics. Storage closets line the walls with just about every kind of instrument, plenty of spares available to be borrowed, not to mention electronic equipment for mixing and sampling. It is a wealthy school after all. There's even an enclosed side room for anyone who might like to go a little crazy on the drums, or practice matching the high notes of their favorite singers.

The main central floor is quite large, open to fit a number of instruments and the people playing them. Chairs are stacked on the side, available to be used or kept out of the way depending on the type of practice that's happening. Club participants could even turn it into a game of musical chairs if games of musical trivia are a little too serious for their tastes.

One corner has been arranged into something of a lounge area with bean bags and comfier seating, mats, rugs, and pillows around on the floor. An old fashioned record player has been hauled in to sit in the corner, a less-old-fashioned boombox with CD player near to it. There's a selection of headphones to borrow and listen more privately if one wishes. There's also a set up of the infamous video game; Rock band.

A board on one wall advertises lessons, who's teaching them and what instrument they teach, and when those lessons are available, as well as the dates and times for any upcoming personal performances. There's even space just for some interesting concerts in the area people would like to invite others to join.

A selection of snacks and drinks have been lain out for those attending. There are also name tag stickers featuring musical notes, with little notes suggesting people add their favorite song to the sticker as well.


Día de Muertos - [MINGLE BELOW]

Halloween and October pass on by, one man working on setting up into the night, and one woman busy at work in the day as the rest of Daybreak wraps up their festivities. By the late afternoon of Día De Muertos, floor three has been completely taken over.

Tables have been pushed to the wall, covered, and made into a massive ofrenda. Lain out over a delicate tablecloth, framed photos of various people sit. Gifts and trinkets are lain with the pictures, amongst spilling piles of marigolds, fruits, breads, and other foods. Sugar skulls sit with the pan de muertos, along with offerings of water and other drinks. The fruits pile on the floor. Fuschia cockscombs, purple orchids, yellow chrysanthemum, and white amaryllis settle in vases not claimed by the cempasuchils. Candles burn bright upon the table, many plain but a few with the image of the cross or the Virgin Guadalupe. Burning with them are sticks of incense and dishes of copal. Set apart is a dish of fresh earth and a plate of salt. Amongst it all are cheery statues of grinning Catrinas and Calacas in suits and a few small toys for any young spirits around the school. Although not traditional, an alebrije or two has made its way into this ofrenda, mostly in thanks to the spirit guides Imelda works with, such as Pepita who presides over the festivities. Over it all is a great arch of marigolds. Elsewhere around the room, Papel Picado hangs above, along with strings of purple and yellow paper chains.

Another table sits aside from it all, cluttered with candles and flowers and food, but to a lesser degree than that of the ofrenda. The food there is cooked fresh and made for the living; tamales, calabaza tacha, atole, champurrado, hot chocolate with cinnamon, conchas, mole, and countless items more. It's really all too much for one person alone and so guests and passerbys are encouraged to take more than their share.

(There is also a small cake, set aside specifically for Maverick. A few wrapped gifts sit on this smaller side table, decorative paper strings hung around it.)

The Karaoke machine is in its same place on the floor, though it's hardly the only music for the evening. Besides Héctor himself, quieter music in the Spanish language drifts about the common area, interspersed with lively mariachi style recordings. There's just enough space to dance if one wanted to.

Anyone with an awareness of ghosts may find a few stopping in to visit the party. Whether or not that the case for every visitor, everyone is welcomed to leave an offering or even a photo on the ofrenda if they wish-- things can be hard on the magic side of the world and sometimes loss can creep very close. Despite that, the celebration is a joyous one. Anyone close enough to the Riveras is invited into Lumiere's third floor commons for the evening and even those simply curious as to what's going on are allowed to stay if they wish.

It's very carefully hidden, and it'll only be found by those who look-- and know where to look for that matter, but there's a smaller unframed photo of Héctor himself tucked in amongst the ofrenda's flowers. Next to it is a very small bag of chapulines.

When night falls, the celebration begins.

(Later into the night, for those who stay that long, a laptop is pulled out, two identical men and one teenage girl waving out from the screen, speaking rapidfire Spanish. The room behind them has been done up with as much extravagance.)
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[personal profile] unlogic 2019-10-25 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[Desidera is one of the first to arrive. With not knowing if the time that had been advertised was the time people were expected to start showing up or if it was when things were actually starting (as if there were any particular difference), she had opted to err on the side of caution and went ten, maybe fifteen minutes early.

Until anyone else does arrive, she spends her time mostly looking around, looking to see what exactly has been set up here, until she finds the table with the name tags. She doesn't yet write a favorite song onto hers, mostly because she doesn't particularly have an actual favorite song, just favorite genres.]
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[personal profile] prince_type 2019-10-25 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[A music club had caught Tamaki's interest almost immediately, being quite a fan despite how he may look. He's pretty early to all of this madness, quietly picking up a name tag to put on with favorite music merely having a shrug kaomoji on it. Because he's an adult he's not actually that can make his own choices!

But he's distracted from that quickly enough as he goes to inspect the nearest piano, fingertips brushing over the keys and watching the area around him for a few minutes until he determines no one is interested in messing with it for now.

Which means he's absolutely going to test the tuning on this thing and get a little carried away in his own thoughts.

Feel free to interrupt him, or wait until he's done. Either way, he's a chatty asshole when he wants to be.]
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[personal profile] improbablenotimpossible 2019-10-25 08:16 pm (UTC)(link)
He knew he wasn't in his right mind then, but he couldn't help but feel culpable, which made things awkward as he tried to figure how to apologize to him in specific - when he notices someone struggling with a box.

He reaches, holding it steady. "Steady there..."
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[personal profile] hattersgonnahat 2019-10-26 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
[Well now. It seems somebody was feeling a little more confident about being seen...]

[He had only ventured to Lumiere to explore for a bit, before he could hear that something very clearly was happening a few floors up, but what..? Was it why the common room was empty and dark down here?]

[Kit peered in from the staircase when he got to the third floor. He could see...vibrant colors, lights, food, all of it. He ventured in slowly, wondering if he was supposed to be here or not.]


What is all this..? [It wasn't English, given it wasn't really directed at anybody; but thinking aloud.]
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[personal profile] spelleton 2019-10-26 01:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Ekkehardt doesn't interrupt him; he's content to hover for the moment. He's not going to take away Héctor's family time; this is his daughter, after all.

(He still remembers, saying he'd intruded on a private moment. A small flash, unintentional, of a side Héctor rarely - if ever - displays.)

Eventually, though, during a lull in conversation, he does speak up.

"So this is the famous Coco? I've heard quite a bit about you."
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[personal profile] deuteranope 2019-10-26 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, my birthday is the best day? Who fucking coulda guessed!

[He's still working his way through the slice of cake he took earlier, having had to take breaks in order to deaden the sweetness. Like he wasn't gonna fucking eat a cake brought for him, though. Psh.

Maverick takes the seat next to him and gives the spectral food a curious look. At least they've already talked a little about this sort of thing so he doesn't have to be too weirded out.]


It works, then, the offering thing? Just like that?
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[personal profile] deuteranope 2019-10-27 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
Absence makes the heart grow fucking fonder... She wasn't going to?

[Is this a Being Mad At Him For Leaving thing or a Secrecy thing...

aaaaaaaa why this -- Maverick sighs loudly and asserts his elbow between them to slowly shove Héctor off, holding his fork between his teeth and grumbling around it.]


Wouldn't mind Un Poco Loco. S'the fucking mood.
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[personal profile] heartofasamurai 2019-10-27 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Seiji had not thought of himself as someone who would join a "music club," considering his typical interests and extracurricular activities before coming to Daybreak Academy. He enjoys music and uses his flutes almost daily now, but it was something he practiced--trained--in the home. He had never even discussed it at school before enrolling here.

After Toki left and the debate club was suspended, Seiji decided to look for something else.

So he wears his name tag politely, assesses different instruments set out for them, and even brings a CD his younger sister had purchased for him of flute and harp duets to share. Because she at least knew he would have taken far too long to learn how to play the music on his smartphone when he first purchased it.

Admittedly, he has been intrigued watching people play Rock Band, having little familiarity to most of the music on it. Is it actual training or merely a game?]


Does this game provide real lessons or merely entertainment?
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[personal profile] heartofasamurai 2019-10-27 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
Seiji sits a few chairs away from Héctor, waiting for his turn to speak. He may look tired, but he is engaged. He has enjoyed this so far, experiencing music with others in a different way than he has before.

"Music influences the mind and the soul. It provides clarity or may color your perception. It can be a powerful tool for meditation." A clean simple response. Direct. Impersonal? "I play the bamboo flute, but have considered learning another as a challenge to myself."
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[personal profile] lastexit 2019-10-27 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
*Maya put her cello down next to a sofa... and then collapsed into said sofa. Her nametag is on her cello case. Just her first name 'Maya' and her favorite song. 'Never Gonna Give You Up - Rick Astley.'*

*So maybe her sense of humor isn't dead. She is not playing her cello right now, just laying there listening as people mill about. She'll talk if she hears a sound she knows, or a sound that interests her.*
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[personal profile] deuteranope 2019-10-27 11:10 am (UTC)(link)
I'd say it was more Rolling Stone's doing.

[let him live, héctor... one of them has to.

His eyes wander around to find Imelda, at which point he frowns a little. It...made sense, yeah, even if he can't really imagine the feeling for himself. Héctor was right -- they all knew him like this. Only Imelda had to suffer through the grieving process, and wow, that denial stage must be a hell of a bitch when the dude is standing right there.]


...Know it doesn't fucking mean as much, but I'd've done it for you, if I knew anything about this shit. Nicer from your wife, though.
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[personal profile] deuteranope 2019-10-27 12:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hey, Maverick's been pretending that since the day it happened. And he doesn't need to point out that shit ever so rarely worked out the way people wanted.

He leans back and takes another stab at his cake.]


Nah. Told you, I was born in March. That's when I got older. Today's all about the party.
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[personal profile] deuteranope 2019-10-27 01:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[Eh, nine was a pretty good time for it, too.]

Didn't feel nothing for the day supposed to be my birthday anymore -- we didn't even fucking realize I shoulda had one after I'd been there...year and a half? Maybe. She was busy, I was, well. You saw how I fucking was. We needed a day that was still coming up, and... [He shrugs, grinning to himself. If he didn't revel in it, it would be embarrassing.] November 1st's my fucking homegirl Kitty White's birthday. Hello Kitty's the shit.
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[personal profile] deuteranope 2019-10-27 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[It nags at his memory at first, when he's not sure he can place just where it is he's heard the song before. It's nice, but...simple. Like something for a child, and given the words that he understands, that wouldn't surprise him. But then why...?

It hits as an insignificant note is struck, and he'd have to guess it was more coincidence than anything. It doesn't matter -- either way his reaction would be a disbelieving laugh as he buries his face in his palm, then props up his chin as he leans in and watches with an intent, happy smile.]


Jeez... You're such a loser. [He Loves It, and he has to sit up again before his eyes get too misty. He will not cry, damn it.]
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[personal profile] hawkwardness 2019-10-28 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
[Halloween holds little interest for him these days. Definitely not wearing a costume, and he can get himself some candy any time. Probably mountains of it, if he just asks, the way certain people behave in the school. He's grown out of it, he supposes, after the things he's seen and done.

So the only holiday related things he's doing tonight are all about the Riveras' special night, popping in and out between studying in his own dorm. Héctor getting to eat real food was pretty nice, much more special than Tobias getting candy or whatever--enough to put a smile in his mental voice.

When he flutters back in after an hour of napping... well, he finds another pleasant surprise.]


< Oh! Hi, Coco. Sorry, I didn't realize it was that time of night. >

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