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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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He shook his head a bit, trying to calm down again, taking deep breaths. And then hiccuped. Another deep breath.

"I want to leave," he managed. "I didn't want to wake up here in the first place!"

He wipes his eyes before peeking up -- oh hey, a friendly face! -- and hiccuping again. "I don't know how I got here... or where this is. Do you?" Still working on calming down, but at least he's starting to manage better than not?

[Tachikoma feels really worried about her friend now and sits down nearby so Avitus doesn't have to look up at her as well give the idea she's there to listen.]

Actually no, I'm not sure where this is either. I was about to ask you if you knew what this place was...

I haven't found an exit yet, but I'm sure there is one, or we might be able to find someone who knows the way out. Do you want to go look when you're feeling better?

*After a moment, and another hiccup, he nods and wipes his eyes again.* It reminds me of somewhere, and I want to leave.

*quiet another pause, eyes closed, forcing himself to calm down and take another deep breath, interrupted as it was with another hiccup. He tried looking up again, and paused, staring in through the room's open door at the TV, finally noticing it. That... wasn't static it was displaying, there.*

*.....he's just going to stare at it now, eyes wide, but expression otherwise unreadable. At least it seems to be distracting him? Hiccups aside, he seems to've completely forgotten about his crying fit....*

((whoops, style. *fixes own* Sorry!))

I found a note that mentioned a lounge, so maybe it will have people who work here that can help us get out of here? If they work here, they must know how to leave, right?

[She looked at Avitus for a response when she notices he's looking at something back in his room. She leans to the side slightly to see through the doorway what he's looking at and sees the TV.]

Oh, you got a movie on your TV? I could only get sound on mine.

...Is that suppose to be some type of documentary about executions?

Mm?

*Blink blink....*

*....and looks back over to her again, realizing what she just asked.*

Oh... ah.... *Well, how would he explain this? He really wasn't sure if he could. Or if he should even try. Probably shouldn't. If she didn't recognize the people it showed, all the better!* Well, it's...

*The picture changed to that of the blond teenager again. If she was being observant, she might note that, for just a second there, the image was a close enough shot that it showed their face... and they looked suspiciously like the vampire sitting next to her. ...Coloring and ears aside, of course.*

....

*Well, it certainly rendered him speechless. He sat there, silent but for his hiccups, as the TV's images changed again, an ongoing montage of deaths for two people... and of one person enjoying themselves.*

[The slight silence just gives Tachikoma time to stare in confusion at the TV. She's more concerned trying to figure it out than who is in it at the moment.]

I'm having trouble following the plot... This is a show, right? Or is this just some data that is splice together, because it keeps switching to other things...

*He shook his head, after a moment, trying to say something again.* That thing... that's like our devices, isn't it? It... it shows what someone points theirs at?

*He probably means the TV. He hasn't exactly seen those before, but he understands, at least, from the way the images look, and that they -move-, or at least most of them do, that it's like their COMPs. Or potentially related, anyhow.*

How... can one point it at something that isn't real?

*He's doing a fair job of staying apparently somewhat calm, too! Unless that's just a side-effect of being so surprised. Because it probably is, honestly. Surprise, disbelief, delayed reaction otherwise because what in the world....*

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