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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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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?"

"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...."

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.

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.

He offered a bright grin as the other calmed down, seemingly ready to take the dream word by the horns. Hinata stood up from his crouch, slipping his hands into the pockets of his jacket as he waited. And then the poor thing could only stare as Avitus stood, staring at those hands and those legs and those wings.

His dreams didn't usually get quite this surreal, maybe it was something he ate.

"Ah..." He was kind of at a loss. After a moment, he realized he was staring, spinning around to face the stairs. "Right! This way!" And he was marching off down the hall like a man on a mission.

((ooc: I'll just carry it over to your lounge thread if that's alright with you!))

He'll try taking another breath to make sure he's calm, and follow in a moment or something.

((yep.))

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