talking to ghosts

[ninjavampire]

Who: Miggy & You??
What: Miguel stays behind to do dead honoring activities
Where: the Pole to start
When: Late October, Early November (Day of the Dead time)
Warnings/Notes: themes of mourning, though it can be lighthearted also

Miguel would be reluctantly absent during the action around Halloween. A strange enough decision, given his first instinct would be to throw himself into the fray as a distraction.

But as of late, he couldn’t hide that something was eating at him. The gloomy spell over his mood seemed more intense than months prior, burning away his patience and making short tempered remarks and the flashing of fangs more easy to let slip. He'd done okay keeping things somewhat under lock, but it was clear now something was definitely wrong.

And so, after some tense, but persuasive conversation just convincing enough to accept staying behind, Miguel finds himself idle on a quieter and lonelier Pole for a few days.

((prompts incoming - brackets or prose are fine))

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Carving (open)

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He didn't consider himself the artsy type, but with a burst of inspiration and a strong desire to busy his hands and his thoughts, Miguel ends up on the work floor.

With his talons, he begins to use some wood blocks to carve rough forms out of the unused chunks. The claws on his hands were wicked things, making easy work of wood-shaving without losing any sharpness - but in this case, for something rather innocent.

He really was not an artist. The table is littered with aborted attempts to shake the rust off an abandoned hobby. The figures were mostly simple, cute animals - things a child would enjoy more than something Miguel would make for himself. A turtle, a rabbit, a parrot.

The third or fourth attempt would come out easier than the last, and he finds himself lost in the process of making.

Cempasúchil and Candy (Open)

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A portal opens up in the Relaxation Room close to Halloween night. Rather than frost, the gate shuts with a playful flurry of faintly glowing, golden flower petals. It appears to be the tail end of a very long and unexpected journey off the Pole. 

When Miguel's mask blinks off, he looks tired and a bit disheveled. In his arms are the fruits of his errand: an assortment of richly-colored marigolds and other flowers. One in particular had a faint glow, and its petals were a creamy pale color closer to bonemeal than gold. 

There is also a plastic bag of candy that most certainly garners some elfish attention when he sets his things down with a -Thunk- on a table. 

"Don't touch that. It's not for you." he snaps at a curious hand taking a chance with the sweets. The sudden, harsh tone elicits a peep out of three elves, tripping on each other in a snowballing comedy of errors. 

Offerings (Castmate/CR)

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On November 1st, the decorations are set in a nook of Miguel's nearly untouched bedroom. It was easily the most colorful thing in the sparse space, used only for the functional requirement of sleep.

The altar was a ring of marigolds on floral wire, with loose purple hoary stock and gypsophila flowers. Candles, a glass of water and the nicest of the carved wooden critters are arranged alongside a few other effects. Flower petals are also scattered in the corner - the whole thing was a mostly small and unassuming affair.

"Discúlpeme, mija..." he says to the picture-less arrangement. "If I carved the usual fruit, then the elves might sniff it out and try to eat it when I'm not looking. But I have this instead - easier to hide."

A locked and laquered box with hidden peanut marzipan and chocolate is set at the center. Despite the solemn nature of it, Miguel sounds lighter. Or maybe he's simply a little more at ease with himself at the moment.

* (( 'mija' is a term of endearment for a daughter. He's apologizing in a sincere but lighter way. ))