(1) Refugee Support [one moment she's stuck repeating the same day over and over again, and the next minute she's out of it, stumbling through a door that wasn't familiar at first, but the moment Haru slips through and stumbles into the research lab, she's aware that she's back. how she knows is neither here nor there, and it's only the nice weather that gives tell that time has passed.
she's settling back into her assigned apartment, fiddling around with the device they've given her, trying to make heads and tails of the sheer confusion that deja vu always seems to bring with it. and while she's futzing with her device, the video catches her in--
a very innocuous position, honestly. she's dressed to the nines in a furisode, flower in her hair, and she's scratching at the base of her ear seemingly annoyed as she reads the message that's popped up. then comes the look of surprise and the camera shuts off as she snaps the device shut.
HARU__: well that's a bit creepy HARU__: anyways i think i was here before, but HARU__: ...i forgot what i was going to say. that camera thing really threw me off. HARU__: oh! wait now i remember. has anyone else been gone before, but came back with a lot of time missing?
(2) Flowers of Evil [she really shouldn't be so put off by the way this vendor had looked at her when she went to grab herself a beer. sure, she's paid for it, has it in hand, but it's hard to enjoy it with the questioning look this guy is gave her without asking the question he clearly had on the tip of his tongue.
she's twenty, but the way this guy was looking at her she knows he's doubting her age despite happily handing her his specialty beer. settling herself down on a blanket beneath a tree whose bright flowers are a deep red, standing out against the cascade of pink petals fluttering from the trees.]
I'm twenty, and I've got nothing to show for it. [said a bit self-pityingly, to the person she's sharing a blanket with. and then, moments later.] Twenty and my boyfriend still won't sleep with me.
[and she sits bolt upright, nearly upturning the beer she set down beside her. she clasps her hand to her mouth, looking at the poor person she's just confessed that too.]
Aah, I mean-- that slipped out!
(3) Dicks. [Haru is one of the many people who decided to trek out and see just what this festival was about, without actually knowing until she's stepped onto the island and is met with a face full of penises.
and Haru is someone well-acquainted with penises of various shapes and sizes, but the sudden onslaught of them has even someone like her turning a bright red from surprise. but in time, the surprise washes away into amiable enjoyment of the festivities, and she's procured herself a cream-filled waffle for the ocaision.
unfortunately, it's a bit of a mess, and pretty big for someone her size, and when she takes a bite out of the waffle, all the cream just--
shoots out from the opposite end.
the balls of her penis waffle had exploded, and unfortunately have gotten all over a bystander's pants/skirts/leg/what have you.]
That's...not where it was supposed to come out of.
(4) Wildcard it up Hit me up with a prompt of your own, or feel free to reinterpret the existing toplevels to best fit your character. Hoping to give this place another go (and I had to respond to the siren call of a dick festival...)
haru | beastars
[one moment she's stuck repeating the same day over and over again, and the next minute she's out of it, stumbling through a door that wasn't familiar at first, but the moment Haru slips through and stumbles into the research lab, she's aware that she's back. how she knows is neither here nor there, and it's only the nice weather that gives tell that time has passed.
she's settling back into her assigned apartment, fiddling around with the device they've given her, trying to make heads and tails of the sheer confusion that deja vu always seems to bring with it. and while she's futzing with her device, the video catches her in--
a very innocuous position, honestly. she's dressed to the nines in a furisode, flower in her hair, and she's scratching at the base of her ear seemingly annoyed as she reads the message that's popped up. then comes the look of surprise and the camera shuts off as she snaps the device shut.
seconds later:]
HARU__: anyways i think i was here before, but
HARU__: ...i forgot what i was going to say. that camera thing really threw me off.
HARU__: oh! wait now i remember. has anyone else been gone before, but came back with a lot of time missing?
(2) Flowers of Evil
[she really shouldn't be so put off by the way this vendor had looked at her when she went to grab herself a beer. sure, she's paid for it, has it in hand, but it's hard to enjoy it with the questioning look this guy is gave her without asking the question he clearly had on the tip of his tongue.
she's twenty, but the way this guy was looking at her she knows he's doubting her age despite happily handing her his specialty beer. settling herself down on a blanket beneath a tree whose bright flowers are a deep red, standing out against the cascade of pink petals fluttering from the trees.]
I'm twenty, and I've got nothing to show for it. [said a bit self-pityingly, to the person she's sharing a blanket with. and then, moments later.] Twenty and my boyfriend still won't sleep with me.
[and she sits bolt upright, nearly upturning the beer she set down beside her. she clasps her hand to her mouth, looking at the poor person she's just confessed that too.]
Aah, I mean-- that slipped out!
(3) Dicks.
[Haru is one of the many people who decided to trek out and see just what this festival was about, without actually knowing until she's stepped onto the island and is met with a face full of penises.
and Haru is someone well-acquainted with penises of various shapes and sizes, but the sudden onslaught of them has even someone like her turning a bright red from surprise. but in time, the surprise washes away into amiable enjoyment of the festivities, and she's procured herself a cream-filled waffle for the ocaision.
unfortunately, it's a bit of a mess, and pretty big for someone her size, and when she takes a bite out of the waffle, all the cream just--
shoots out from the opposite end.
the balls of her penis waffle had exploded, and unfortunately have gotten all over a bystander's pants/skirts/leg/what have you.]
That's...not where it was supposed to come out of.
(4) Wildcard it up
Hit me up with a prompt of your own, or feel free to reinterpret the existing toplevels to best fit your character. Hoping to give this place another go (and I had to respond to the siren call of a dick festival...)