Ινιθυις Ξασιβυς

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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.

Comments

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[trainwrecking]

((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?

[bondsofsuffering]

Knock knock, Otonashi! There's a certain masked somebody at your door, ready to start pestering you along with everybody else who's found themselves here.

[trainwrecking]

To say the knock surprises him is an understatement. It takes him a minute to even gather up the courage to answer, but when he does, he is distinctly unmasked.

No, he's not very good at this secrecy thing. When he opens the door and speaks, it all comes strained. "A-ahh, what is it?! Do you need a safe room?" Because the TV isn't safe but everything else might be.

[bondsofsuffering]

...Wow, so even this fellow had ended up here. But that's probably to be expected, what with him being yet another Persona user.

"No, no, I've got one myself." He waves his hands to the sides. "Although it's pretty sketchy that you're offering a safe room... What are you, some kind of renegade?"

[trainwrecking]

"You have one of these rooms too...?" Otonashi repeats. Whatever is going on with this dream, or this place, or whatever this is, it unsettles him.

"Eh-?! No! It's not like that! I meant I'm not using these TVs and I won't do anything strange!" Someday Otonashi will have to learn that such firm denial ― along with over-the-top reassurances in bad situations ― only makes a person look more guilty. "I'm... ah, not any sort of renegade here..."

[bondsofsuffering]

"It's likely that everyone who came here does." He takes pity on the guy and explains that much, since he seems so out of the loop.

"...You're really not helping your case, you know."

[trainwrecking]

"Everyone who came... here? Where is 'here?' I don't remember getting here..!" He's a little bit touchy when it comes to waking up in strange, sometimes horrifying situations never of his own volition.

"... I'm not acting as a rebel right now. Sorry, it's a long story—" He isn't afraid to share, but figuring out the situation now is more important.

[bondsofsuffering]

"That's the big mystery, isn't it?" He seems to be taking this well despite the whole, you know. Vanishing and finding yourself in a strange place.

After Animus Tower, this place seems relatively harmless, so he's not letting himself be all that concerned until that changes.

"I don't think we're exactly pressed for time, either." So explain away, dude! It might be fun to hear.