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the test drive meme.

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❧ optional scenario.
As you're walking unsuspectingly through the city, you might feel a sharp but brief pain as something strikes you suddenly at any point on your body. It seems you've been shot - but where there might be a wound with any other weapon is a bright splash of paint instead, glowing faintly with magic. Our modern-Earth savvy friends might be able to recognize this as the work of a paintball gun, complete with that particular sting that isn't anywhere near unbearable but is still really unpleasant all the same. If you aren't quick to figure out what's happening, you might be struck by another paintball, or perhaps even several at the same time. As the colorful paint splashes across your clothes (will that come out in the wash later?), you'll feel compelled to interesting effects depending on the color:

red: you laugh once, with a loud ha!
orange: you finger-guns at the first person you see.
yellow: you sing and hold a note for five seconds.
green: you sneeze.
blue: you fart.
purple: you cry. :(

The more paintballs you're struck by, the sharper your eye, or perhaps even simply from picking up on the juvenile nature of the pranks themselves, some of you might catch the culprits darting around corners and giggling as they run past. Young children with simple handmade guns and bags of what look like glowing marbles. They might be willing to share with you if you promise to let them keep playing - or they might make a run for it if you try to get in their way. Either way, good luck getting that paint our of your clothes!

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[Nobody in the world is going to look twice at Miguel, as long as he's standing next to the six foot tall vitally challenged walking disaster here.]

I know, I know, I'm thinking, don't rush me. You're safe until I figure it out. [If... he can...] How about we get you something to eat while I do?

As safe as someone still alive can be in the afterlife. But....yeah, I guess.

[His stomach was of course just now reminding him how long it had been since he last ate. So Miguel can't really deny that he is hungry. Though he might feel kind of bad eating in front of the other, he isn't sure that skeletons actually ate or needed to, though that might not stop them from missing it?]

Everything's free here, far as I can tell. So what do you like?

[Also an excellent way to tell if this is an afterlife--see if Héctor himself can eat without a stomach or not! Spirit offerings, yes. Solid food for the living, no.]

I don't know. I guess we can see what they have.

[Was Mexican even an option in Asgard? He has no idea. But they do manage to find somewhere at least, and it has options Miguel is keen on to order. So he does, before glancing to the other, unsure if the skeleton wants to or can actually really eat to want to order something as well or not.

He's also not sure what to make of everything being free?]

How is it free though? Or -- maybe I'm just used to work, with my family.

What? [Aghast.] What is wrong with your family? Making you work on top of having to go to school, bah.

[Geez, let the kid have some kind of childhood! Poor little guy.]

You need some time to run around with your friends and goof off, chamaco. Don't worry about money, I haven't seen anyone else have to pay. What do you want to get?

That's why I want to explain to them, to show them that I want to make music, not making shoes. They don't understand though.

[What with them destroying his guitar. And that being why he had needed to improvise in er....well, yeah, stealing/borrowing Ernesto's. Which led him to the land of the dead. And here, well he is less sure about Asgard, but still.

He glances at the options before chiming in with his order. It won't be home, but he isn't expecting that, just glad it seems there is an option in regards to food, unlike what he probably would have managed in the land of the dead before.]

Try telling them that. It's always work and shoes. My aunt was furious when she saw me about to play for this guy from a mariachi band, after I shined his shoes and he let me play his guitar to show him. I mean, there's Dante, but...he's still a dog.

[And didn't seem to be around? But Miguel isn't too worried yet. Dogs went off exploring sometimes and all. And it wasn't like Dante was actually his pet?]

[He decides on ice cream. Can't go wrong with that, it's familiar, it's cool and sweet, and he doesn't exactly need to watch his weight. Back to the kid.]

I don't like music either, it's a waste of your life, but it's your life to waste. Someone needs to tell them to relax. Let you have some fun while you're still young.

They just expect me to make shoes. Because it's what the family does. They don't understand like de la Cruz would, about music. Their idea of me having fun is me doing anything but something involving music.

[Which is how....well. Everything started. Basically. If one considers it in a more recent sense and not all the way back decades ago. Miguel orders as well, waiting for the food as he chats with the strange skeleton. Probably earning some looks even if he wasn't looking a bit of a mess himself.]

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Music bad, shoes good, I get it.

[Every move he makes sends bones rattling, especially when he sits and all his ribs clack together. And he puts his elbows on the table too, for shame. Some people have no manners.]

Think about it, though. Is playing guitar for strangers the rest of your life worth losing your family? You're twelve, right? Plenty of other things you could grow up to be, chamaco.

If my music makes others happy, like when I listen to de la Cruz, yes. It's what I want. Now, at least. I shouldn't have to choose though. I wouldn't, if they just understood.

[But, well. Ever since the shoe business started, music was Forbidden and shunned by the whole family. Miguel at least doesn't need to wait long for their orders, happily accepting his own ice cream and licking at it.

It doesn't cheer him up as much as he might have hoped. And he probably isn't much if any better than the other about manners but at least he doesn't rattle.]

You're right. You shouldn't have to choose.

[Ice cream is in his hand, and he's not eating it yet. Fifty fifty odds it ends up inside his ribs if he tries, though it's not as if the 'vest' he's wearing can get much worse.]

But sometimes life isn't fair, Miguel. All I'm saying is that you might want to give it a few more years before you do.

I don't know what I'd do without music. That's why I told you, I have to find de la Cruz, he'll understand. The rest of my family don't. Just because I'm a kid, doesn't mean I don't know what I like, what I want.

[It is kind of harder to pout and be as annoyed though, as he licks at his own ice cream. It was good. Chocolate, even. Which at least doesn't seem as obvious if he gets a little around his mouth a bit, now that they had attempted to wipe off the skeleton disguise.]

Of course not. But you're a little young to make it on your own, without family, and you won't have de la Cruz with you when you go back to the living world. Anyway, hey, we can worry about that once we go back.

[He scoops a bit of ice cream on his finger, lacking a tongue or a spoon to use instead and... tries to swallow. Nothing. The ice cream stays in his mouth, cool and refreshing and not going anywhere.

For pity's sake. He shakes his head and offers the cone to Miguel instead.]

Looks like that's a no on skeletons eating in these parts. Double the dessert for you!

I just need his support so he won't make me get back home because I promise not to play music.

[That competition. That would get him noticed. Maybe enough for him to manage to do this on a more serious scale. Perhaps. He just has to find de la Cruz to get his permission to get back home again to attend it somehow, with that guitar.

Miguel pouts, but that still doesn't last long when he is handed the other ice cream as well.]