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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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Nope, no worries there. There's certainly flashes of female flesh on DeDeDe's television, but it's notably not hers. No tattoo-like markings, for one, and the clothing is completely different - unicolored vests briefly and just barely hiding the breasts underneath, and mushroom-shaped caps worn on the girls' heads. Apparently, DeDeDe's attitude is due entirely to Shura's own charms. Which may not be all that comforting, but at least he didn't see her secret shame.

"I'd change the channel for ya, but shitty scrambled porn is all this dump seems to get," he remarks with a shrug.

Well, he isn't the first man or demon to show interest in her, thanks in part to her habit of walking around shirtless, so at least this is not unknown territory for Shura. Mushroom caps are, however, and Shura has to wonder for an instant what strange fetish this man is into.

"It's okay," she says, turning to face him. "Porn is what's on in my room too." Slightly different porn, but porn nonetheless. And that downright unsettling image of a dead and silent universe. "But I don't remember going to bed in a love hotel. What about you?"

Ain't no ladies like Mushroom Kingdom ladies, 'cause Mushroom Kingdom ladies party all night long. He doesn't even seem embarrassed or put off that Shura's seeing this stuff. What does he care?

"Can't say that I do. Last time I blacked out like that..."

Well. It was when he woke up in Hinoto-Ri, right after he was brutally murdered back home. That thought actually does give him momentary pause, but he shakes it off just as quickly.

"...well, let's just say I don't remember it either. This place looks like one of my clubs back home, but it sure ain't any room at the Nest."

He heads over to sit on the far side of the bed, the frame creaking and straining under his bulk as he lowers himself down, patting the mattress next to him.

"Have a seat if you want. I figure we wait long enough, somebody's bound to show up an' explain all this."

For what it's worth, his demeanor comes off far lazier than lustful at the moment.

"And it's not the type of room I would pick of my own free will in a love hotel, so I'm pretty sure I was brought here."

That he seems more lazy than lustful reassures Shura and she sits next to him, leaving room between them, however. "I really wish Philemon would stop pulling that shit. The Tower was bad enough..." She shudders strongly at the mere memory and stays silent for a moment.

"Couldn't he give a warning before invading our dreams, seriously? Like, 'if you don't wanna participate in my stuff, wake up now now, go pee, have a drink,' something like that? A chance to get out while we can?"

Samus said it best back when Luigi had come to negotiate with the penguin king to try to put an end to the turf war: 'he's a pig, but he's not a monster.' DeDeDe is utterly unapologetic for his crude nature, but he'd never hurt anyone who didn't try to hurt him first. He gives a nod as Shura sets down, turning his head back to face the TV as he thinks.

"I got nothin' to be ashamed of, but I gotta agree with you there. Don't get me wrong, I'm not sayin' it wasn't nice of the guy to bring us here and set us up with cushy apartments where we get paid just to live in 'em, but I don't want the first thing to do with the government, the Anoli, or any of this gang war bullshit."

"Yeah, it was nice of him, and I admit I haven't eaten so well in what feels like years, but it's starting to look more and more like a gilded cage with the one door leading right to the battlefield." She sighed, looking down at her feet briefly.

"Getting real tired to be The Chosen One, in all honesty. Especially for civil wars. I already got a big complicated one at home, I didn't want one here to deal with too. Especially one about the evolution of the human race. I've seen what the human race can do on the next level. Ain't pretty in the slightest."

"Sounds like you and I got a lot in common that way. I'd drink to that if I knew where the hell they kept the booze in this place." Instead, he just raises a hand miming the action and gives her another nod.

"Gettin' real ugly back home. I'm almost happy I won't be around to see what comes of it," he muses with a dry chuckle. "But I can tell ya, it's probably nothin' good there either."

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.

"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 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.

"It definitely could. But... back 'home', I have a whole people waiting for me." Unlike DeDeDe, Shura has somewhere to return to. It might be a place where the last of humanity will die, and it might be going to hell, but there, there are people she loves.

DeDeDe nods. He understands. Most people have something waiting for them at home.

"Well, good for you."

It's not snide in tone at all - perhaps slightly bittersweet if anything. D might be gruff and somewhat unpersonable a good deal of the time, but he honestly just wants people to be able to live in peace.

"And 'til you get back, you're welcome to work at the club for as long as you feel like it."

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