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Ινιθυις Ξασιβυς

♠ ♣ A Game of Chance ♥ ♦

Who: Anyone
Where: Aramid Room
Summary: You enter the Dream World and are given a key. But will you use it? (Note that your character does NOT have to come to this log, the dream only happens for characters you want to come to the Aramid room)
When: Futuredated to the 13th
Warnings: Some characters may have terrible desires. It depends who is there, but this IS the Aramid Room.

That night, you find yourself falling asleep. It does not matter if you never sleep, somehow these things always find a way, if you wish to come here. The blackest pitch and the sound of nothingness is your companions for a few tense minutes; you can try screaming out, but nothing comes from your mouth. But when all seems truly lost...

The first thing you are aware of when rousing from your slumber is the distant, muffled music of a piano.

It coaxes you roughly back to the land of the living, and when you open your eyes - all you can see is a ceiling of pure red.

This is the Aramid Room - or rather, your own personal room within it. The room looks pretty lavish at a glance; pretty flowers, polished furniture, silky looking bed sheets... but when you look closer, you realize those flowers are fake, the furniture is of veneer, not actual wood, and the bed sheets are nylon. It is like a tacky love hotel - hell, even the bed is shaped like a massive heart, with black and red sheets.

Resting on the bedside dresser is a plain white mask, a bowl of apples which never seems to run out, no matter how many you eat, and a small red key. The mask has a little note underneath that says "Please wear when leaving for the lounge, thank you!". There is even a bell for room service beside it - or so you presume in any case, since this place is mimicking a hotel so closely...

As for entertainment, there isn't really much. Just a small television mounted up on the wall, and its remote resting beside you on the bed. If you try the television, all that is displayed is static, except for brief moments of clarity, where it seems just commercials would play - commercials that, strangely advertised for your deepest, darkest desire, no matter how fantastical or illegal it is...

But that's if you wish to stay in the room. You might want to explore, right? If that's the case, all you will have to do is don the white mask and leave. To your right, you will see rows of locked doors stretching infinitely down the hallway you entered into - no matter how long you walk, you'd find them all closed and impossible for you to get in. You could try knocking if you want, but who knows if someone else wants to answer. The stairs to the lower levl will be to your left.

Follow them, and enter the lounge beyond...

▼ OOC : Instructions

▶ Welcome to the Aramid Room. There are but a few instructions here:
▶ Create your posts and if you want others to knock on your door, leave it open. Otherwise, have fun creating the commercials tailored to your desires!
▶ The lower level post will be coming a little while later.
▶ You do not have to play out all the request ends or beginnings. In fact it's encouraged to just use the forms (reply this month for a request, reply the next month saying the request is done) and handwave. However, the mods will be happy to do a reply, if you wish!
▶ To get a new Persona, you go to [HERE] and pick a public persona, then fill out a request [HERE]. NOTE THE EXTRA RULES AT TAKING OUT A PERSONA IN THE ARAMID ROOM, THIS IS VERY IMPROTANT!! Remember, public personas only! You can request a Persona (or two if you are a previous Persona user).
▶ You can requests can only be given to Edgar this month [HERE] and remember you only get one request per month.
▶ You can interact with characters in the upper levels if you'd like, and go to each other's rooms, hang around, have a drink (what is in that drink anyway?) or just talk between yourselves.
▶ The masks makes it impossible to know who the other person is, unless they tell you their names. Even if they are un their underwear. Yes, you are allowed to use a fake name.

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...yep, he's done.

"...I'll find someone else."

Someone that isn't going to pull on his hair, preferably.

By the time Hizumi answers the door, the TV has been shut off, although he is chuckling slightly under his breath. He has his mask on and a half-eaten apple in hand.

"Oh? Can I help you?"

Miyako stood outside of the door, hearing those...decidedly wanton moans from the room. Either the room's occupants was having sex right now, or it's coming from the television.

Either way, she'll knock.

Knock, knock.

"Am I interrupting anything?"

"Yes. Do you know anything about this location?"

If he's ever confused about her gender from her rather androgynous figure, her voice was quite feminine. Low pitched, but female. She looked at him, noting that he's wearing a mask as well.

Strange how the bell may have called someone...no, not really.

Actually, it was just this woman who clad in her mask who heard the ringing from the room. If someone is inside, perhaps they can tell her what exactly this place is.

"H-Hello?"

If Adachi opens the door, he will see a 5'3 woman standing there wearing her mask and nothing other than her underwear. This place has a weird sense of humor.

"Aside from the fact that it looks like a love hotel... You've got me. I don't know anything." Although his eyes are unreadable thanks to the mask, his amused grin is certainly visible. "I don't suppose you just woke up to find yourself here as well, miss?"

~~Take two, this time with less joking and actual anon powers!~~

Great, that wasn't the room service Adachi wanted... Did he have to open the door too? He avoided confrontation, you know, despite being a cop. With a sigh, he cracked open the door.

Okay, that blurry effect wasn't freaky at all. "Sorry? I just wanted to eat something other than an apple... Don't you think it's a weird food choice?" It isn't his fault.

She raised a brow behind her mask. As there's no point for her to visit such places, Miyako wouldn't know what a typical love hotel looks like "Correct. I woke up inside one of the rooms earlier."

And watched the television before she forced herself to leave the room.

Although Hizumi's never been to one himself, he's not so sheltered that he doesn't know what one looks like. "And, let me guess; you're another Visitor who was dragged to Hinoto-Ri?"

It's hard not to suspect. This place has a very similar feel to the Velvet Room, even if its layout and coloring were completely different.

[Otoha doesn't waste time. He picks up the mask and heads out, prowling around. With no one to know who he is, he's a bit of an imposing figure - tall, confident, and unafraid. He doesn't know what's going on here, but he's going to find out.]

[Eventually, he'll start heading towards the lounge... though he's in no particular hurry.]

Slightly calmer, Naoya shrugs. "Possibly. I'm not entirely sure all of this is real, though... so it might be symbolic."

And if it is, he has a good idea of what the apple is supposed to symbolize. How interesting.

The clan had considered such information unnecessary for her to know. If things went well and her brother stay alive, Miyako would never get a reason to visit them or know what they look like.

She nodded at his question. Although since Miyako haven't went to the Velvet Room yet, she wouldn't know how similiar this location was to it.

"Hm...so it's just Visitors who found themselves here?"

"That's what my theory is. But as you can probably guess, I haven't exactly tested it out yet." He jerks his head to the side, indicating the room behind him. "It reminds me of the Velvet Room, except less... Velvety."

And with that bold description, he takes a bite out of the apple.

[Falling asleep, his thoughts were poisoned by memories of his life. Screaming at his parents, getting thrown out of the house, searching desperately for his next fix... He remembered the nausea and the chills so... vividly.]

[And the staring eyes of a dead body he once woke up next to.]

[He startled himself awake, losing his place in bed and falling out of it. Wait. This... wasn't where he'd fallen asleep. Was he still dreaming? He untangled his legs from the crimson blankets now half-strewn across the floor, standing up and fixing his clothing.]

[He observed each of the items on the table, taking interest in the key specifically. Maybe he'd played too many adventure RPGs when he was alive, because he immediately slipped the key into his coat pocket without a second thought. You never know when it could come in handy! And the mask... he looked at the accompanying note, figuring it couldn't hurt to put it on, so he did.]

[He sat back down on the bed, turning the TV on out of simple curiosity... only to see static. Ah well, it was worth a try. He picked up the bell, rolling it over in his hands before giving it a loud ring.]

[What's the worst that could happen? It's just a dream, right?]

[That's when the television started working, at least somewhat. The sound quality was grainy and the picture kept going in and out, but it was something.]

["And it's a pop fly to second! Gee, if he catches this one, that'll win the game, won't it, Daisuke?"]

[The screen flickered to an image of a dark room, several people cramped inside. One of them held a spoon over a lit candle, several pairs of eyes watching intently as the dark substance in the spoon melted into a liquid. The TV flickered back to the sports announcers after only a brief glance at the unsettling scene.]

["That's right, Eiji! If number four catches this one, that'll wrap it up for us here at Hanshin Koshien Stadium!]

[Oh. Oh. He stared at the screen, unblinking. The picture once again returning to the dark room. Someone with a filthy white dress shirt was rolling up his sleeve, tying a strip of rubber tightly around his upper-arm, feeling around the bend in his arm where veins were becoming more easy to find.]

["And he caught it! The crowd is going wild! Keep an eye on this team, folks, you might see their faces again in the big leagues!"]

[The dirty figure in the dark room was handed a syringe, trembling hands holding the needle to his arm. Fresh blood tainted the amber liquid in the syringe before he pressed at the plunger with his thumb, shuddering with relief as he emptied the contents into his bloodstream.]

[The picture snapped back to the stadium, zoomed in on the one who'd caught the ball, his team lifting him up in celebration, thanking him for their victory. He was player number 4, he had... blue hair.]

[It was him.]

[The reception failed as he saw his own overjoyed face torn in half by static, left with his stunned reflection on the glass of the TV screen.]

Edited 2013-03-11 08:06 (UTC)

Hinata would eventually detach from his own room, venturing out into the hallway. Well, he had a key in his pocket, might as well try some doors!

He stopped at one, trying the knob, but found it to be locked, so he'd be fiddling with the lock by the time a blue... winged... something came screaming out of one of the rooms.

"H-hey! Are you alright?" He heard something similar to tearing flesh coming from the television in the room the winged person had sprung from, prompting him to cast a wary look at the source.

Indeed, there was some kind of gruesome torture being shown. In comparison, his own television was quite tame. "Ah... do you want me to turn that off for you?"

"Give me a break, I don't care if they were going for symbolism, dream or not..." That was a good point, though. But Adachi could've sworn he'd felt the tv he touched.

Forbidden fruit, yadda yadda, a play on this probably being a love hotel... Adachi didn't care. He was in a room with a tv, and apples weren't his usual TV food. It's like they somehow expected him to leave or something. Why leave when he could have something come to him instead? Not that he wanted to eat cabbages and cup ramen if he didn't have to, but apples?

"Though, I guess I can see how some people could..."

Kazuya squinted suspiciously at the door, already on Red Alert from the feminine voice. He swore, if it was her again...

He swallowed his mouthful of apple, and picked up the mask, slipping it on. Hopefully he could pretend not to be him if it was someone he wanted to avoid - it was a longshot, but he could try at least. He strode over to the door, and opened it up a crack, squinting through the slits of his mask.

"...can I help you?"

"I don't care," he managed, a hiccup following his statement. "I'm not going back in there. I don't want to be here. I want to leave."

He tucked his head down a bit lower, hiding his face briefly, trying to calm down. It wasn't working very well; he still had the hiccups, and his wings' feathers weren't settling any time too soon. If he heard the quiet sound of the TV in the room, he wasn't giving any indication of it. As he said, he didn't care.

"I don't even know how I got here...."

Decor like this is actually pretty familiar to DeDeDe. He's an ex mafia don that used to run a chain of sex clubs in the slums of the Mushroom Kingdom, after all. At least one of them probably had a room or two that looked exactly like this. He's really not as bothered as probably should be by any of this, opting instead to make himself comfortable on the bed and enjoy a nice snack of apples. Kind of makes him miss that Whispy Woods guy.

"Well then, let's see what's on the old boob tube."

...And boobs indeed, apparently. DeDeDe's desires aren't all that deep; he makes no secret of the fact that he indulges in most if not all of the same pleasures that his club peddles to the citizens. Between the static, there are sensual moans and momentary flashes of naked female flesh and... multicolored mushroom caps? Well, that's a little odd.

"...Points for tryin', anyway," the penguin mutters to himself as he lifts himself from the bed to bang on the top of the set. "Damn porno channels are always fuckin' scrambled in these places."

Eventually, the TV flickers and changes scenes to display the silhouette of DeDeDe on his throne in Dream Land, with loyal hordes of Waddle Dees and Waddle Doos waiting on him hand and foot. Again, the images are hazy, but there are also the briefest flashes of a far more sinister looking figure standing ready to be executed, the headsman's axe swinging down as DeDeDe gives a thumbs down accompanied by a sadistic grin.

"Hahaha! Now that's entertainment!"

"N-no!" Shura answered hurriedly as she scrambled for the remote to turn off the TV. Of all the things to be broadcasting especially loudly now...

"Uh, come in?"

Knock knock, DeDeDe.

"Hello? Who's there?" Behind the door is a girl in pj pants and nothing else, worried that what she has seen on her TV, as in, herself with a big harem, is exactly what everybody else is watching.

Just how many more strange places will she wake up to in a week?

The idea of waking up in a completely red room complete with heart bed and mask just made Sora more suspicious. Sadly she's unaware that this is something in a dream...they're not so vivid like this. The room itself seems to be welcoming with a bowl full of apples and even a bell to ring for service. One would think this could be a vacation. Just as she picks up the mask, the TV behind her turns on, playing a song she isn't familiar of.

Please don't let our love turn out into a tragedy like it was for Juliet
Take me away in your arms...
It's all I ask of you.

"...that's really weird." she mumurs as she takes the mask and slips it over her face.

To anyone in the hallway, there is a woman stepping out wearing said mask and nothing other than her underwear. Just what is going on?

"H-Hello? Is anyone out here?"

Edited 2013-03-11 18:47 (UTC)

DeDeDe doesn't particularly give a damn about the mask, and he hasn't technically left his room yet, so when the door swings open, it's very obviously him standing there. Without magical concealment, it's hard to miss a six-plus-foot-tall penguin man. He just smiles, chuckling a bit.

"Well well well, this day just gets better and better."

Because Shura is definitely pretty easy on the eyes, especially dressed the way she is. He's got no qualms about letting her in to make herself comfortable, so DeDeDe steps aside and makes a sweeping motion with his hand.

"C'mon in, get cozy, stay awhile."

Shura walks in apparently confidently, but the penguin man's attitude sends her senses on full alert. Has he seen her on TV? She looks down at the screen immediately upon walking barefooted into the room, hoping not to see familiar markings on it.

Whoa. Forgive Shura as she does a double-take and nearly walks into a corner upon taking in the sight of the woman in the hall in her underwear. Not that Shura had much more on. Hell, despite wearing pj pants, she wasn't even wearing a bra.

"Are you okay?"

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