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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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[bluesdiva]

Well, this diva's slept in shabbier hotels before. Never one with a love theme, but that cheap, tacky feel the whole room gave was familiar enough to her that it brought back old memories. She had to admit the piano was really pleasant to hear.

The red was almost blinding when she first awoke on this bed, as if she woke up to the sun shining in her face. When her eyes do adjust to the room, she scans her surroundings. There are apples in a dish nearby, which she acknowledges. She is admittedly pretty hungry and hasn't eaten anything in a day or so.

Oh what the heck, she'll take one, not noticing that the same amount is still there after she does. Taking a bite, she picks up the remote, eyeing it curiously before switching the television on.

The images on the screen make her drop both the apple and the remote.

That song... there was no mistaking it even with the white noise littering it. It was Aya's song. More static. She could have sworn Aya's face was there in it. The camera pans after some more white noise, revealing Haru and her mentor performing together, their voices forming a harmonious duet.

Never did they have a chance to make a music video, let alone one together. They often spoke of it, but never put it into production. Aya left before D-Va raised enough cash to put one together and Haru went off on her own to sing.

Warm tears were beginning to trickle down Haru's cheeks, she didn't even notice they were there until it was too late. The diva slumps to her knees, wiping the tears with her gloved hands. She hadn't felt so upset in such a long time, at herself for allowing this to catch her off guard so easily and for whoever thought playing this in her room was a good idea.

Should anyone come to her door, she was gonna make damn well sure to put on the mask, even if there hadn't been any instructions telling her to do so in the first place.