[It was the noise of the heart monitor that caused Ikrie's eyes to shoot open. That regular, tinny beep sounded just a little too much like a dangerous machine.
The name for it was lost to her, but she could picture it in her head: A four-legged, cat-like machine with the ability to make itself invisible. It made a noise like that when it was dropping mines around a target, to prevent them from escaping.
Needless to say, there was a little bit of panic to begin with. Even moreso when she realized that she didn't know where she was. If a nurse hadn't chosen to enter the room at around that time, who knows what Ikrie would have done.
Fortunately, a nurse did precisely that. And after an exchange of questions ("do you remember your name?" and "what do you remember" from the nurse, and "what is this place" and "where are my things" from Ikrie) she... Well, she doesn't calm down. Not exactly. But she starts to come up with a plan of action of how to deal with this situation.
Starting with getting her stuff from the front desk.
She makes a bee-line for the desk she's been directed to - pushing past anyone else who might be waiting at the desk for their own belongings.]
Excuse me. Yeah, that's mine - the spear and the blue clothes. Give it here.
[Is this a little rude? Yes. But, in her opinion, not as rude as taking them from her in the first place.
In any case, once she has the plastic tub with her stuff on, she makes her way into an unoccupied corner of the waiting area and just... starts changing into her clothes right there, as quickly as she can. Speed in getting out of this hospital is, apparently, much higher a priority than privacy.]
April 3rd - 8th, Around Town
[Ikrie doesn't like her house.
She remembers liking her house. She remembers growing up in this town, moving from foster house to foster house. She remembers being a troubled kid who developed a sense of responsibility as she grew older. She remembers joining the fire department, and the training and long hours involved. She remembers saving up every penny she got, until finally she could afford this house.
She remembers it not being perfect, but it being her house, something she had never had for herself before. She remembers being happy with this place - her place.
These memories feel real. There are some parts that are a little hazy, but that's probably because of the accident, right? For the most part, though, they come to her as naturally as her memory of waking up in the hospital. The town around her, quiet and empty as it may be, seems to back these memories up.
But now? In the present? She doesn't like her house.
It doesn't feel right to her, in a way that's very difficult to describe. Like there's a second, more ephemeral set of memories rattling around in her head, telling her that these things are unnatural. Like she's spent her whole life living another way.
And so when Ikrie gets out of the hospital, she doesn't go home immediately. She spends very little time there, except to collect whatever belongings she wants to keep and throw them in a backpack.
From the 3rd onward, she can mostly be found wandering around town and sleeping outside, like some kind of spear-wielding vagrant. If she looks at all familiar to you, this... might be some cause for concern.]
Ikrie | Various | Open
[It was the noise of the heart monitor that caused Ikrie's eyes to shoot open. That regular, tinny beep sounded just a little too much like a dangerous machine.
The name for it was lost to her, but she could picture it in her head: A four-legged, cat-like machine with the ability to make itself invisible. It made a noise like that when it was dropping mines around a target, to prevent them from escaping.
Needless to say, there was a little bit of panic to begin with. Even moreso when she realized that she didn't know where she was. If a nurse hadn't chosen to enter the room at around that time, who knows what Ikrie would have done.
Fortunately, a nurse did precisely that. And after an exchange of questions ("do you remember your name?" and "what do you remember" from the nurse, and "what is this place" and "where are my things" from Ikrie) she... Well, she doesn't calm down. Not exactly. But she starts to come up with a plan of action of how to deal with this situation.
Starting with getting her stuff from the front desk.
She makes a bee-line for the desk she's been directed to - pushing past anyone else who might be waiting at the desk for their own belongings.]
Excuse me. Yeah, that's mine - the spear and the blue clothes. Give it here.
[Is this a little rude? Yes. But, in her opinion, not as rude as taking them from her in the first place.
In any case, once she has the plastic tub with her stuff on, she makes her way into an unoccupied corner of the waiting area and just... starts changing into her clothes right there, as quickly as she can. Speed in getting out of this hospital is, apparently, much higher a priority than privacy.]
April 3rd - 8th, Around Town
[Ikrie doesn't like her house.
She remembers liking her house. She remembers growing up in this town, moving from foster house to foster house. She remembers being a troubled kid who developed a sense of responsibility as she grew older. She remembers joining the fire department, and the training and long hours involved. She remembers saving up every penny she got, until finally she could afford this house.
She remembers it not being perfect, but it being her house, something she had never had for herself before. She remembers being happy with this place - her place.
These memories feel real. There are some parts that are a little hazy, but that's probably because of the accident, right? For the most part, though, they come to her as naturally as her memory of waking up in the hospital. The town around her, quiet and empty as it may be, seems to back these memories up.
But now? In the present? She doesn't like her house.
It doesn't feel right to her, in a way that's very difficult to describe. Like there's a second, more ephemeral set of memories rattling around in her head, telling her that these things are unnatural. Like she's spent her whole life living another way.
And so when Ikrie gets out of the hospital, she doesn't go home immediately. She spends very little time there, except to collect whatever belongings she wants to keep and throw them in a backpack.
From the 3rd onward, she can mostly be found wandering around town and sleeping outside, like some kind of spear-wielding vagrant. If she looks at all familiar to you, this... might be some cause for concern.]