haibanememe | Test Drive #1


Test Drive Meme #1
Prompts Waking up: You wake up in a bed that is not your own, in a room that is not your own. But the more you think about it, you can't remember what your room looked like. In fact, you can't remember anything at all! But hey, at least you're not the only person around. Reach out, find someone, and get some answers. The Dream: Haibane enter this world without most memories, but they do remember one thing: their cocoon dream. But it's not so easy to understand, is it? Maybe talking through it with someone else will help you figure out just what your dream means. Wings aren't easy to use: So, you're a Haibane. Awesome. But you know what's not awesome? Getting used to these darn wings, that's what. Suddenly having two extra limbs that you're not sure how to control isn't easy, and they're liable to bump into things and just plain get in the way. Actually, you might want to apologize for unintentionally hitting that person in the face, or help clean up that lamp you knocked over. On the town: Glie is a beautiful city, and there are a lot of places to explore! So why not check some of them out? Everyone seems friendly enough, and the townspeople are more than willing to help anyone who gets lost. Check out the setting page, pick a spot, and go check it out! Wintertime: It's wintertime in Glie, which means snow, snow, snow! And even though it's cold, the sun is shining, so the cold is bearable today. What are you going to do? Go sledding? Have a snowball fight? Make snow angels? Well, that last one should be a lot easier to do now. Player choice: Don't like these prompts? Come up with your own! The city of Glie is quite large, and there is a lot to do.

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Dream

The dream. Everyone of them has their cocoon dream. That is simply a fact of being a Haibane. What it means is obviously a very different story - although Cornelia has a very distinct idea of what her's might be about, it's very... fuzzy. The meaning of a dream can be metaphorical, and simply taking the most literal interpretation could be folly.

Perhaps it's the small glass of cheap liquor on the rocks in her hand that has Cornelia, normally someone quiet about her feelings, a little more talkative. "Is everyone's dream terrifying?" she wonders aloud, totally pretending she doesn't want a response that she absolutely wants to hear.

Wings

Why? Why do they have wings? Someone explain this to her. Cornelia has already felt a little off being assigned as a store clerk, but from day one, she's had to worry about her wings knocking stock off the shelves, and making messes to clean up, or even breaking things.

If this keeps up, will she be fired? What will happen? Failure is unacceptable, but...

"Nng..." she bites down to resist the urge to curse as her wing nudges a glass jar of jam... and then with a shout she dives down to just barely catch it in time. "I can't even fly with them..."

You know what's great, ending up doing things like that in front of people. Like Maya, for instance, who was standing just a few feet away from where that jam jar nearly met its fate.

She crouches just a bit, eyes wide and looking down at the woman. A pair of wings sticking out of the back of her clothes, and a dimly glowing halo floating above, should have told Cornelia enough about what she was.

"Uhh... wing problems much?"

SOMEONE SAW. Cornelia wonders if she'll ever get some kind of power that lets her melt into the floor. People are getting powers, nothing says she can't. Slowly, she raises her eyes - oh hey a fellow Haibane this could be worse - and flutters those wings once.

"Wing problems. Very, very much." Slowly, she rights herself, looking the jar over. This jam jar seems intact, thankfully.

Well, as long as other people were getting powers, maybe Cornelia's was becoming public embarrassment? Who knows. The best thing Maya could do at this moment was (probably not) give Cornelia one of her crooked grins. Her wings flutter a bit in reflex as well.

"Well! That's not going to do in here! Buuuut, it looks like you didn't break anything, so I'll let it slide."

...Maya, you were already going to let it slide. You literally don't care.

"You're from Old Home, right?"

This is a significant downgrade from being important, feared, and a princess. It just feels so wrong, but at least she's got her jam. "You would have nothing of note to report. There is no damage to anything."

Huffing, she pushes herself to her feet, more careful of her wings. "I am. What about you?"

"Yeah, I'm from the Factory. It's pretty much Old Home, but cooler." Judging by her tone, Maya was just joking around. She didn't really want to (purposefully) be mean. In a sense, this seemed natural to Rakka. Just... joking around like this, meeting new people.

"It's alright! I'm not gonna report you or anything!"

"Ah, trying to get me to defect I see." This is what you call a joke, yes? "Thank you."

Orlando looks up from the book he had been reading, surprised that she had spoken. There's no way she had been talking to him. But it's not like anyone else is answering.

"Terrifying?" His own dream is hazy, of course, and he feels like he can't quite trust the memory of it even when it seems clear. But he doesn't feel fear, thinking of it. No, the closest thing would be- despair.

He shrugs, a movement made awkward by his wings and the nonchalance he's trying to force into it. "I don't know. It's a dream. It can be anything." He drops his eyes back down to the page, though he's certainly not reading again yet.

Test Drive #1

Cornelia li Britannia | Code Geass (just using her canon name for now)

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