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♠ ♣ 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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At first, Desco was kind of torn - the mask looked kind of cool, but it was ceramic. The yickiest of all building materials! She did not want that stuff near any of her mouths.

Then she realized how she could both wear the mask and prevent even the possibility of tasting the ceramic.

So now there's a completely anonymous tentacle monster sitting on the shredded remains of a tacky heart-shaped bed, a crude nylon bandana covering their mouth just barely visible behind the smooth white mask they are wearing.

This absolutely unfamiliar seven year old kid who is bristling with tentacles currently has their eyes glued to the television, where, in between bouts of static, is a never-ending parade of beautiful men kissing while all around them liquid chocolate cascades down in a decadent waterfall.

It's too bad you have no idea who this small, child-like shoggoth is, because this is obviously prime blackmail material.

Selphie had put on her mask and was bored, knocking round all the doors to see if anyone was awake, alive, or whatever. She was wearing a mask that really freaked her out - it wasn't the most attractive thing she'd ever worn, but never mind. She thought she'd stick to the rules, especially after that tower.

So there she is, knocking at this particular door, "Hello? Anybody here?" Yeah, Selphie was getting pretty bored and lonely.

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.

Wow. This whole thing really was weird and pretty creepy. Again, Selphie is grateful that her mask is hiding any potentially offensive facial expressions.

Okay, and now Selphie is actually tempted. That sounds interesting. At least, she wonders what it looks like. So she walked slower towards the middle of the room to get a good look at the TV screen. "Oh...wow..."

A nod.

"Mmm-hmm."

One of the unremarkable tentacles splits open, revealing itself to be a mouth. A tongue darts out, slowly licking the slight ridge of chitin that passes for lips on a tentacle. The small, anonymous figure continues to stare at the TV screen, transfixed.

"Oh...God..."

Selphie is just staring, and again that goodness for the mask, because it was hiding her look of out and out fear and disgust. What the hell was that thing with those lips and...

This had to be a nightmare. She must have fallen asleep in that red room. Selphie began to back towards the door, "Anyway, I'd better get moving..."

The tone of the faceless figure is distracted as they gaze on the TV.

"God isn't here."

As you back away, they raise one hand and waggle their claws in a childlike wave goodbye.

"Have fun."

"No... No he's not." Not that Selphie even knows what god she might have been referring to.

That was the weird thing about the creature - there was something so sweet and young about it too. Selphie couldn't help but lift a hand and wave it back. "Okay. Thanks. You too!"

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NEVER SORRY

best tv show ever?

she certainly thinks so

selphie and mun thinks so too!

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