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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[He was on the end of a few surprised or curious glances on his trip into town, but here, at the base of Glie's clock tower, no one seems to think a haibane is out of place. The tension that had been building up in him begins to ebb away. The way some of the citizens looked at him made him uncomfortable- he felt like he wanted to argue with them, though he couldn't say what he'd be arguing about.

He'd say those looks reminded him of something, except, obviously, he can't be reminded of anything.

For now, he's content to stand here in front of the clock shop window. Alongside the decorative pocketwatches on display there's a clock with its face removed, all the cogs and pins and arms working away. It's easy to get lost in the steady, precise movements of the machine. Soothing, almost. He doesn't realize how close to the window he's become until it mists over with his breath.

There's a haibane who works at the clock tower, isn't there? He doesn't know everyone yet, but he's sure he heard that. He tries to straighten up (thankfully not falling over because of his wings), before approaching the next person.]

Hey.

[He needed to take a walk outside to clear his head. A funny thing to say perhaps, when there's barely anything there that he remembers. There was that dream of course, but that was all fuzzy figures and fragmented timelines he couldn't make sense of at all. It's a disconcerting ordeal, and he's not sure how to deal with it.

Perhaps there's significance in his trailing up to a nearby clock shop. At least, these crafts pieces have some semblance of time. They know what hour, minute, and second they exist in at this moment. He, on the other hand, is so confused, he almost doesn't feel present, like this itself is another dream.

And the voice that beckons plucks him out of his reverie. He's about to remark with a "huh?" when his wings spring out from his back and he yelps instead. It's by some stroke of luck that the kickback that breaks his balance knocks him away rather than toward the stranger. No one wants a feathered appendage smacking them in the face.]

A-ah, I'm sorry about that! [He scrambles to accordion his wings back into place -- quite the ordeal. When he folds them down, he looks back up and notices the stranger adorned with a pair of wings of his own.] Oh, you're one too. A haibane, that is.

[He almost winces in sympathy. These wings. He's been told he'll get used to them, get them under control. But for now they're a constant source of problems. Though it seems he doesn't have the worst of it at the moment.]

Uh, are you alright?

[He flashes an apologetic smile.] I'm all right. These wings are just taking some getting used to, that's all. [He glances between the two of them.] We've got plenty of things weighing on our backs as it is, don't you think? [It's both a literal and metaphorical observation. The wings themselves are physically attached to their backs. Dealing with being a new haibane in this world but not being able to recall anything is another thing of its own.

Test Drive #1

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