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

[scratch_doctor]

The gentleman gestures to the seat, bowing his head politely. "Not at all, madame. Feel free to take it."

Watching her for a moment, he begins idle talk with her really without her needing to start anything herself. It seems he's relatively open to conversation when he sees the chance for it.

"Are you enjoying yourself this evening?"

[bluesdiva]

The diva seats herself, thanking him when she does. "Much better now, for the most part."

There's a pause, then, "Say, you seem to come here often. This is ah, my first time visiting, I guess you could say. What exactly is this place?"

It seems like a normal bar, but she can tell there's something up with it, especially considering where she woke up in the first place.

[scratch_doctor]

"Ahh, I'm sorry to hear your evening hasn't been entirely lovely, though it pleases me to hear that it's improved."

The strange man folds one leg over the other and leans back in his chair, swirling the red wine in its glass before bringing it to the... lips of the mask? And taking a drink. Somehow... he manages to drink the alcohol through his mask rather than spill it all over himself despite it being seemingly impossible. Odd.

"This place is known as the Aramid Room. A realm of the collective unconscious, as I understand it... I assure you, although it may seem strange at first, this place exists to serve you. You're an honored guest! So relax, I insist~ Have a drink, play cards, let your worries flow away..."

His words were laced with honey, and terribly enticing.

[bluesdiva]

The diva leans forward, resting her chin in her hand as she listens to him rather attentively. Though she was also wearing the mask, she was very sure pulling off a trick like that was pretty much next to impossible. This man is certainly not from her world, unless he happened to be a demon, which is likely. More likely than drinking wine through a mask anyway.

His voice was very comforting and relaxing, but she wasn't going to let it get to her head. At least, try and not allow it to. Regardless, she was thankful for him...clearing some things up anyway.

"Thanks. I'll stick around but I don't think I'm in the mood for cards tonight." She shifts so that she is sitting up now. "Sorry for asking you all these questions but can I ask one more thing? What's with the rooms upstairs? Specifically the tv channels here."