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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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Currently, the TV is filled with static, so the anonymous demon will detach their secondary body and send it over to the door.

The utterly unremarkable mass of tentacular maws, golden eyes, and purple chitin, instead of opening the door - it possesses no hands, after all, just far more mouths than anything should ever have - simply eats the doorknob and pulls the wooden mass into the room. It regards you with the single small eye set into its soft underbelly before turning around and floating back to the strangely featureless child sitting on the ruined bed, the two larger eyes set into its back trained on you.

Once that's done, one of the golden eyes set into the kid's arm swivels in its socket, focusing on you as they speak, their voice coming out muffled thanks to the combination of ceramic mask and nylon bandanna.

"You wanna watch, too? It's a really good show!"

Selphie is stood at the door, hands by her sides, but at least the mask hides how wide her eyes and mouth are. What the hell is going on here...? This was. This was. Was this the tower again? All this weird stuff...

"Uh...Uhm..."

Selphie shuffled into the room and glanced around, feeling very awkward indeed. But this was the first other person, uhm, thing, that she had come across. "What is it...?"

The golden eyes of the unidentifiable tentacle monster dart back and forth, scanning the area for eavesdroppers. Presumably whatever eyes are underneath the mask as also doing this.

"There is an entire waterfall made of chocolate, and beautiful men are kissing under it!"

The tone of their voice states that they think it is pretty much the best thing ever.

[ It should come as no surprise that Otonashi is simply not "deep, dark desire" kind of material. The idea of wearing the mask or using a fake name simply never occurs to him. Perhaps it would if he could still the heart pounding painfully in his chest (indeed, being alive means he must have this quality again) or the sharp breaths catching in his throat.

Whatever he witnessed on his own television was enough to startle him into seeking out one of the quieter rooms. Hearing noises of torture or wanton desire drive him away from the rooms. Should he go in and help? Should he find someone who knows what's going on?

Is there no safe place?

The familiar sound of baseball announcers from the TV within drives him to knock. Something safe, something normal, he thinks. He assumes, wrongfully, that maybe this room is functional ― and a break away ― from the apparent horrors of the rest of this twisted dream realm.

As out-of-sorts as he is, he won't barge in on this one. No, maybe if he heard screaming or cries for help on the other side, he might try. Instead, Otonashi frantically pounds on the door, the force enough to make his hand sore. ]

Is this a safe room..?! Something's wrong―! [ A very, very small part of him might also be expecting some kind of weird trap if he tries to open any doors, but that's minor in comparison to the rest of the terror eating away at him. ]

Dakki had donned her mask and gone to explore, but it wasn't long before she came across poor, poor Avitus. She recoiled from the chaos of him bursting from his room, but then dove on forward, very much wanting to help.

"Aa-aah, Avitus! Wait, wait! It's alright, stop! Shh, shh..." And she comes to kneel beside him, unaware that he wouldn't be able to recognize her. She'd just be a woman with short-cropped hair, wearing a bodysuit, all other distinguishing features smoothed over and obscured.

Drawn in by the loud blast and the ensuing shouting, Dakki comes to the door and knocks. "Hello? Is everything okay in there...?"

And without waiting for an answer, she opens the door and sticks her head in. So hey, it's some lady in a bodysuit wearing a mask! Which is super-helpful and comforting and welcome, I'm sure.

The woman turns away from the mess of a TV, practically spitting. "Trying to lure me into goodness knows what with seductive desires and empty promises. I don't know where this is or why I'm here, but I want to leave. Now." She crosses her arms. "I am an INDEPENDENT agent. I don't need anybody's 'gifts.'"

It is hard to look particularly surprised when your face is covered by a mask, but Dakki's posture is working overtime to convey that. Also, awkwardness. She stiffens and just sort of stands in the doorway, a hand lifted in an uncertain way.

"...so it's not just mine that was doing that. You, er, could have just turned it off. Maybe they'll try and bill you for the damages, now?"

She rubs at the side of her head. "I'm not sure that I trust this place, either. But it couldn't hurt to explore it, first. Maybe there's someone in charge around here."

"If they were that worried about possible damages they would have had the sense to inform us before they brought us to Lord knows wherever this is to begin with. It's THEIR fault for arousing my ire."

Sure, lady. Let's go with that.

She summons a staff from nearby, holding it in front of her. "Perhaps we should! I would SO like to know who to complain to about this rubbish."

He was trying to calm down, it looked like, taking deep breaths and... failing to refrain from hiccups, actually. Trying wasn't the same thing as succeeding, though he did manage to calm himself enough to speak.

"Where is this?"

Shura nods in complete and total agreement, both about the drinks and the ugliness of how things will turn out.

"When will war ever turn out great, actually."

Including her own.

"You can start out with the best intentions in the world and then..." she gestures to mimic something falling and smashing on impact.

Shura is totally nice. Most of the time. Really!

"You were kicked over to the Tower too?"

"Couldn't have said it better myself."

With a heavy shrug, DeDeDe leans back to get more comfortable.

"Looks like this city's headin' for the same thing, too."

"I just hope they'll let us go before the end. And that they'll tell us why we're here already, too."

This was a dream, wasn't it? So certainly it was his dream quest to assist this guy, right?

He turned back to the open doorway, going inside, stepping carefully over everything strewn messily over the floor. Doing his best not to pay any mind to the horrible things going on on the television screen, he found the remote and turned it off, bathing them in merciful silence.

While his head was buried in his knees, Hinata got a closer look at the odd stranger. Blue skin? Wings? ~~This reminded him of a video game he played once with all the vampires and warrior priests.~~

"Well, there has to be a way out, right?" He asks suddenly, crouching down beside the winged person, reaching up to adjust his mask. "This hallway can't possibly go on forever... Maybe some fresh air would help!"

He's still convinced that it's a dream, his own panic will set in later on.

((Not sure if a content warning is necessary given the nature of the log, but warnings are for suicide.))

Speak the words darkest desire to Otonashi and he might come back with "having coffee at a late hour to pull an all-nighter," "skipping class (with urging from fellow SSS members) to finish a game," or something about a spicy tofu dish. And as far as his memory reaches, each of these are absolutely true and cover the extent of any strong "secret desires" he might have.

So when he awakens in a strange room, his gut-reaction is concern. Who owned this room, and why is he in it? He leaves the mask and food alone, despite the note asking him to use these things. Always clean! In trying to find more information, he brushes with the TV remote. Maybe there is at least information on this thing? Unfortunately, he sees nothing but static. Strange... Until a faceless little girl appears. It's nothing pornographic: just a little girl laying in bed. Before long, she's walking, the colored, blurred lights of town catching her long, red hair.

"Don't you wish you could make her dream come true? She's so full of promise. Every year, so many wonderful children fall ill―" Static overtakes the screen. Next, a boy stands at the edge of a building, an identification card in hand. A donor card.

"I have no reason to live... I want to take your place." As the faceless boy falls, his wrists, his neck, his abdomen― parts of his body are snagged by a thin, phantom string, cutting through to harvest parts of the body later. Static. Then the girl again. This time, she runs, the wind whipping through her hair. "You can make a difference... A life for a life."

It only takes him a minute to shut the TV off and scream loudly from within about how awful this dream is. Otonashi wastes no time in throwing the remote entirely and tossing a blanket over the TV.

What is this?

Edited 2013-03-13 03:57 (UTC)

Another breath between hiccups -- calm down! -- and he nodded, moving to pick himself up. He gave a last wary look at the room he'd woken up in. "Right... you're right, there should be a way out."

Once standing, and at a human's height, despite the length of his legs, he looked down the hall both ways. Funny, if it weren't for his coloration and otherwise clearly not being human, he actually looked quite a bit like the younger blonde figure shown on the TV in that room.

Ah, coincidences.

"Perhaps the stairs?" When one direction was a seemingly endless hall of doorways, and the other looked as though it should lead to a lower level, he was going to want to try the latter first.

"Tower? No, I was in a place called Fortuna. It wasn't very good over there."

Ugh, don't need those memories again.

Sweet cheeks?

"But my cheeks don't have sugar on them."

This is how Sora thinks. Seriously.

She didn't bother looking at his room. It's not any different from her own earlier.

"What's the Velvet Room like, beside 'Velvety'?" Can you guess who haven't went there?

Behind the door was a rather androgynous looking girl. If it weren't for her voice, it might be confusing for most people. From behind her mask, she looked at the slightly open door.

"I'm asking around for information. Do you know anything about this place?"

"...You must be new here." Even though he doesn't particularly care who it is behind the mask, it does seem like a fun game to try to guess. "Well, anyway, it's a place where we can get other Personas - you know what those are, right? The things that pop out of your head and save you when you're in trouble."

Another cheeky grin. "It's all in blue, and there's a guy with a really long nose there, and some other weird people. It looks a lot like a bar, but if you're underage, don't even try getting alcohol, because it won't work."

Clearly a helpful person, this guy.

"..." Well, least it wasn't the Succubus.

"Uh, sorry, no, 'cept that they have shitty TV reception," Kazuya replied, opening the door wider to lounge against the door frame. His tone sounded amused. "Did you wake up in a love hotel too?"

"This city could be a nice place to live if it fixes its problems, y'know."

It's the only place he really has left to live, so he's sort of invested in the idea.

Persona.

That was the word on Zero's mind when he woke from the bed. It rang out like a word spoken quite recently, and yet he couldn't recall much of the conversation it was spoken in. Gripping the side of his head in one hand, he sat up. Then he realized he was in a bed. His senses heightened, realizing his surroundings. The next moment found him off the bed and on his feet to scan the room. For some reason his senses couldn't be entirely sharp, his vision being hazy and his head swimming like he was living a dream.

What caught his attention first was that the TV in the room was already on. It displayed nothing but static, with noise to match. He stared at it with his peripheral vision for a few seconds while he made out the rest of the room. On the bedside dresser was a bell, a bowl of what looked like some sort of food, a mask and a key. An odd collection of items just sitting there. What was more troublesome was that none of his equipment was with him, noticing this while he quickly gave the room another once-over.

Realizing he was moving better than usual, Zero checked the places on his body he knew were most damaged. Instead, everything on him seemed fine. None of this made any sense. The last time he was aware he was trudging a desert wasteland barely holding himself together. Was he rescued somehow? The style of the room didn't match anything he knew before, though. Whoever it was, it definitely wasn't the Resistance. This made him even more wary. What if it was someone from Neo Arcadia? What if this was Neo Arcadia? The reploid moved to the dresser. The mask and key caught his eye. The mask had no interest to him right now, but the key... something about the key seemed important.

Right when he grabbed it, the TV started acting up. The noise coming from it grew loud enough to pierce the door to the outside, the visual static growing more violent. Immediately Zero's eyes snapped over to the display. On it flashed what looked like a large W, plastered entirely on the screen for a split second, and then again, reappearing once more for a few seconds before going back to static.

A voice could be heard from it, chopped apart by the noise interference. "Zero-o-o-o... my m-m-master-er-er-er-piece..."

The static warped to another flash, this time of a silhouette of some other person he never saw before. Or thought he never did, anyway. The voice was oddly familiar however. It cut to another static-like image for another few seconds. Zero walked closer to the television, his mind increasingly searching through its memory banks to desperately remember the things that clearly related to him.

Then he heard another voice speak, cutting through the noise but barely understandable against the static.

"I'm ... ster. ... purp ... kill, a... all. ... fight... for...?"

Was that his own voice just now? No, it was slightly different, with what he could make out. But it resembled him enough to make him step back in apprehension. The accompanying imagery didn't help.

"Every .... die .... ... T... ha... ... suff... ...tence ..."

And as if to mark it as some sort of joke, some text splatters itself in front of the image: Stay tuned for the season finale of "Back to ZERO"!

With some more sharp noises, the last image shattered into static once more, finally ending its barrage, the deafening volume cutting back to barely-audible levels. Zero couldn't help but stare at the screen, trying to make everything have sense. Nothing still did. A new sound started to make itself known then from outside the room, a distant and muffled sound of music playing, likely due to the noise dying down.

One thing was for sure... whoever had him as a guest here knew that Zero was looking for his past. He picked up the mask to study it, and then saw the note.

"'Wear this when leaving', huh..."

He flipped the mask over. This seemed entirely unnecessary, but without his usual weapons he had to be more cautious. Even if this seemed like some sort of joke, if he was indeed saved by someone benevolent, paying heed to a request couldn't hurt.

Still deciding on what to do with the mask, Zero moved towards the door. In any case, this reploid wanted some answers, and someone was going to answer for those questions.

Edited 2013-03-16 07:13 (UTC)

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selphie and mun thinks so too!

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