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The Velvet Room Dressing Room is an invite-only Dressing Room RP centered around the Persona series. Canon, AU, CRAU, and fandom OCs are permitted. Characters of any amount of screentime in-game are also welcomed, as long as they fit within the Persona setting (e.g. the girl crushing on Mitsuru, the kid from Kanji's Social Link, etc).
The OOC Community for non-RP chat, event and muse suggestions, and anything else OOC can be found here. Please join and intro yourself there! We also have a community Discord, which members can gain access to by PMing the mod account. Because we are invite only, membership to the main DR community is pending mod approval. Existing players who are not in the discord may submit their invites here. For any pressing mod concerns, you may contact us either in the Discord, PMs, or on a contact post here. Comments are screened for your privacy!
Now, onto the community rules and information...
( Terms of the Contract... )
LIVE - Akane Jail (Main Event Hub)
Feb. 15th, 2026 10:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
counterfeitphantom
These iron bullets, the sole proof of justice
And if you get through, you will get closer to the hero
Just close your eyes and reach out to touch it
The evil that wraps all around you, taking that familiar shape
Welcome to Akane's jail! All information, top levels, threads and areas to refer to (with the help of the google doc) will be outlined here for quick reference.
TIMELINE
> 16th feb - 18th feb: NETWORK akane kidnap post
> 19th feb - 25th feb: first infiltration. drama ensues. 1A gets trapped. 1B gets away. akane manages to steal canary and dove's (team 1C) heart
> 28th feb : possible gap for chill talk and catching up + drama. may possibly put up starter for 2nd infiltration on 27th itself
> 2nd march- 6th march: 2nd infiltration. imprisoned team (team 1A) rescued. zenkichi awakening
> 6th march - 15th march: discussion + jail infiltration. <- i would like to discuss this with peeps
> 15th march-17th march : trauma cell boss fight
> 17th march - 24th march: akane boss fight (phase 1 and 2)
After this, everyone can do previous tags if they want for character moments, but I would just like a brief summary.
The team will make it to point 3, which is the Guard House of the Jail. Please refer to the abridged section in the Google Doc for full context.
LINKS OF TOP LEVELS / POSTS
Act 1: Pre-infiltration (relevant teams: 1A, 1B, 1C, 0, 2)
- Main open top level
- Summary
Act 2: Jail infiltration
Act 3: The Calling Card
RELEVANT NAVIGATION
LORE: 2038 AU (WIP)
- Brief overview of the world Akane and Zenkichi come from, including a timeline.
- Zenkichi Lore – History and motivations before VRDR, during VRDR, and pre-jail.
- Akane Lore – History and motivations before VRDR, during VRDR, and pre-jail.
- Questions – Info dump on both characters and their relationships.
JAIL: Akane Hasegawa (PRIMARY FOCUS)
- Outlines all jail sections, teams, and roles.
- AN ABRIDGED VERSION – Condensed overview with maps and explanations.
- Inner Shrine (WIP) – Two written mini-sections within the jail needing organization
- Birdcage – Full documentation of events leading to Akane’s core trauma.
- Memos (WIP) – Information on items collected throughout the jail.
SPOILERS (Roleplay Starter)
- Opening top-level jail sections. Best avoided so as not to spoil.
Please feel free to ask OOC questions in the OOC page
The promised day (sort of a catch up post)
Feb. 1st, 2026 12:32 amtheappraiserofdeathThe days had passed long after Ryoji found himself back in his usual late teen form. The form that was chosen for him by fate and one with which he would stay with for a long, long time. A fate he seemingly shared with Hamuko and due to the layout of this place- even extended to other residents.
And yet...Ryoji couldn't shake out the true meaning of this day: 31st of January where Nyx would descend for Hamuko had let him live. Not even after his many pleads, not even after his incessant begging- she would instead hold onto his ring as a relic of his memory. The proof that he existed.
Prompt 1 (locked to Hamuko): Ryoji had dressed up fancy. Again. He was always eager to try on new clothing on occasions of just meeting his partners or wanting to cheer people up. Even now, he stood in a black turtleneck with dark grey jeans, hair slicked back with his usual scarf wrapped around his neck while knocking at Hamuko's door.
The distance was difficult to handle at first, especially when he had to parse living a floor away from Hamuko again but by now- he doesn't mind the distance as much. Even if he remembers their little promise of settling into a new home together someday.
Prompt 2 (text and locked to Glitch): So. I will have you know~
[He sends a picture of a game's scoreboard, showing off high stats.]
Alas, you have been dethroned :p I am the Feather KING now!
Prompt 3 (open to all): One might even find him simply living at ease even if its close to dark hour, hands behind his back as he stares up at Gekkoukan High School before its closed gates- watching and contemplating something.
He really could just...fly up there to the music room but that would just be wrong, wouldn't it? He does have a little backpack on however, carrying some snacks and a pair of boltcutters. Yep, he really is just going to sneak into the school despite their being no real sneak involved. Has this god lost his mind or is he just looking for a way to live in interesting ways? Is it even wise to be sneaking in through the FRONT of the school? Who knows at this point but he has a mission to fulfill and he will be damned if this sleepless night is rendered unawarding.
And yet...Ryoji couldn't shake out the true meaning of this day: 31st of January where Nyx would descend for Hamuko had let him live. Not even after his many pleads, not even after his incessant begging- she would instead hold onto his ring as a relic of his memory. The proof that he existed.
Prompt 1 (locked to Hamuko): Ryoji had dressed up fancy. Again. He was always eager to try on new clothing on occasions of just meeting his partners or wanting to cheer people up. Even now, he stood in a black turtleneck with dark grey jeans, hair slicked back with his usual scarf wrapped around his neck while knocking at Hamuko's door.
The distance was difficult to handle at first, especially when he had to parse living a floor away from Hamuko again but by now- he doesn't mind the distance as much. Even if he remembers their little promise of settling into a new home together someday.
Prompt 2 (text and locked to Glitch): So. I will have you know~
[He sends a picture of a game's scoreboard, showing off high stats.]
Alas, you have been dethroned :p I am the Feather KING now!
Prompt 3 (open to all): One might even find him simply living at ease even if its close to dark hour, hands behind his back as he stares up at Gekkoukan High School before its closed gates- watching and contemplating something.
He really could just...fly up there to the music room but that would just be wrong, wouldn't it? He does have a little backpack on however, carrying some snacks and a pair of boltcutters. Yep, he really is just going to sneak into the school despite their being no real sneak involved. Has this god lost his mind or is he just looking for a way to live in interesting ways? Is it even wise to be sneaking in through the FRONT of the school? Who knows at this point but he has a mission to fulfill and he will be damned if this sleepless night is rendered unawarding.
unfoggedlotusOk I'm better now ^^;;
I'm thinking of contacting Midnight again, but I won't be so
uhh
stupid and rash this time??? I promise >< ><
Does anyone wanna come with?
Do we have any major objections? If everyone says no, I won't.......(￣▽￣*)ゞ
I'm thinking of contacting Midnight again, but I won't be so
uhh
stupid and rash this time??? I promise >< ><
Does anyone wanna come with?
Do we have any major objections? If everyone says no, I won't.......(￣▽￣*)ゞ
aknightnotaprincessMidnight knows about the palace and judging by her latest post, is refusing to let anyone in.
So now what? What should be our next move, if we can do anything else?
[Shiho's not mad, but frustrated that Midnight found out before they could discuss this as a team, or at least someone letting Shiho know about it if this was discussed without her.
She's not aware of Dove's discussion with Midnight, which is the only reason it's not locked from him.]
So now what? What should be our next move, if we can do anything else?
[Shiho's not mad, but frustrated that Midnight found out before they could discuss this as a team, or at least someone letting Shiho know about it if this was discussed without her.
She's not aware of Dove's discussion with Midnight, which is the only reason it's not locked from him.]
midnightmaidenstay out stay out stay out STAY OUT
i won't let you in there
don't make this any harder than it needs to be
[It's a vague message. A message born of stress.
Seems someone told her about the Palace.]
i won't let you in there
don't make this any harder than it needs to be
[It's a vague message. A message born of stress.
Seems someone told her about the Palace.]
unit_8910_wolfPrompt [closed to those he has established cr with]
The first thing that hit him was the quiet of the night in the school.
It was hollow, a pin drop silence taking over a place which is usually crowded and drowned in noise. His school wasn't this grand either.
Zenkichi wandered the halls anyway.
Empty shoe lockers. Empty desks. A chalkboard still smudged with half-erased notes. He shoved his hands into his jacket pockets and strutted like he belonged there. Because if you look confident enough, nobody can prove otherwise. Right?
He paused at a window. The courtyard sat in perfect stillness. Not even a breeze.
“Wild place,” he muttered. "Arisato must have scored some sort of scholarship or something to get here."
He took another step.
The world clicked.
It was small. Barely audible. Like the second hand of a clock deciding it was tired of pretending there was anything normal past midnight. The green light seeped in slow, washing across the glass, across the floors, across the sky. The floors folded into themselves as Zenkichi made a sound he absolutely shouldn't for a grown boy, now scrambling under the table with his hands over his head.
The silence thickened into something alive.
Zenkichi’s throat dried.
"...Hello?" He called as he leaves his hiding spot. "Is the ride over?"
The hallway stretched.
The school was gone.
He stood now in a tower that bled metal and stone into each other. The ceiling no longer had a ceiling. The staircase curved up and up like a rib cage. The air smelled like copper and seaweed and...blood?! He swallowed again and took one cautious step.
The floor hummed, answering back.
“Okay. Great. Perfect. I broke reality by loitering.” He laughed, small and cracked. “Dad would love this.”
He reached for his phone with desperate relief.
Signal: nothing.
He stabbed at the screen anyway. Messages failed. Emergency services spun. He hit Akane’s contact and pressed his ear to the phone as he started walking, voice low and frantic.
“C’mon, c’mon. Track me. Just find me please...I am sorry. I’m at some weird tower thing that hates me and the walls look like they could eat people and I really need you to pick up. I know I shouldn't have left in the middle of the night- or asked about Aoi. I am sorry."
A sound answered.
Not from the phone.
Chains, dragging along stone. Slow, patient, metallic. The noise echoed somewhere above him, or maybe below, or maybe inside the walls. Every instinct in his spine screamed, and he broke into a jog.
“Akane? Please. Akane-?!”
No answer.
He turned another corner and nearly slipped on the slick floor tiles. A shape moved at the edge of the corridor. Wrong-limbed. Tall. Its shadow rippled, and maybe its mouth had all too many teeth. He stumbled back, heart firing fireworks through his ribs.
He ran.
The tower twisted. Staircases that only lead to gates?? Doors? He stumbled and realized he might have actually stomped on a puddle of blood. Each flight of steps only led him deeper. His breathing turned harsh. The chains followed with unhurried certainty.
He ducked behind a shattered pillar and crouched.
Something else was here.
He could feel it. The way the hair at the back of his neck prickled. The sensation of being studied. Not like prey exactly. More like a puzzle piece someone was checking for flaws.
Eyes watched him from somewhere in the dark of the floor above.
Blue eyes. Cold and bright, like winter over deep water.
His thumb shook over the call button again. Akane’s name failed one more time. He swallowed, panic surging like static. If she could not find him, and no one else could reach in here, that meant…
He scrolled.
The first few contact on the list. No answer from Akane yet.
"Please."
He did not hesitate.
He hit call and pressed himself into the hollow of the pillar, trying to make his breaths small, trying not to look up toward that unseen gaze.
"Please pick up," he whispered into the dark. "Whoever you are. Please."
The first thing that hit him was the quiet of the night in the school.
It was hollow, a pin drop silence taking over a place which is usually crowded and drowned in noise. His school wasn't this grand either.
Zenkichi wandered the halls anyway.
Empty shoe lockers. Empty desks. A chalkboard still smudged with half-erased notes. He shoved his hands into his jacket pockets and strutted like he belonged there. Because if you look confident enough, nobody can prove otherwise. Right?
He paused at a window. The courtyard sat in perfect stillness. Not even a breeze.
“Wild place,” he muttered. "Arisato must have scored some sort of scholarship or something to get here."
He took another step.
The world clicked.
It was small. Barely audible. Like the second hand of a clock deciding it was tired of pretending there was anything normal past midnight. The green light seeped in slow, washing across the glass, across the floors, across the sky. The floors folded into themselves as Zenkichi made a sound he absolutely shouldn't for a grown boy, now scrambling under the table with his hands over his head.
The silence thickened into something alive.
Zenkichi’s throat dried.
"...Hello?" He called as he leaves his hiding spot. "Is the ride over?"
The hallway stretched.
The school was gone.
He stood now in a tower that bled metal and stone into each other. The ceiling no longer had a ceiling. The staircase curved up and up like a rib cage. The air smelled like copper and seaweed and...blood?! He swallowed again and took one cautious step.
The floor hummed, answering back.
“Okay. Great. Perfect. I broke reality by loitering.” He laughed, small and cracked. “Dad would love this.”
He reached for his phone with desperate relief.
Signal: nothing.
He stabbed at the screen anyway. Messages failed. Emergency services spun. He hit Akane’s contact and pressed his ear to the phone as he started walking, voice low and frantic.
“C’mon, c’mon. Track me. Just find me please...I am sorry. I’m at some weird tower thing that hates me and the walls look like they could eat people and I really need you to pick up. I know I shouldn't have left in the middle of the night- or asked about Aoi. I am sorry."
A sound answered.
Not from the phone.
Chains, dragging along stone. Slow, patient, metallic. The noise echoed somewhere above him, or maybe below, or maybe inside the walls. Every instinct in his spine screamed, and he broke into a jog.
“Akane? Please. Akane-?!”
No answer.
He turned another corner and nearly slipped on the slick floor tiles. A shape moved at the edge of the corridor. Wrong-limbed. Tall. Its shadow rippled, and maybe its mouth had all too many teeth. He stumbled back, heart firing fireworks through his ribs.
He ran.
The tower twisted. Staircases that only lead to gates?? Doors? He stumbled and realized he might have actually stomped on a puddle of blood. Each flight of steps only led him deeper. His breathing turned harsh. The chains followed with unhurried certainty.
He ducked behind a shattered pillar and crouched.
Something else was here.
He could feel it. The way the hair at the back of his neck prickled. The sensation of being studied. Not like prey exactly. More like a puzzle piece someone was checking for flaws.
Eyes watched him from somewhere in the dark of the floor above.
Blue eyes. Cold and bright, like winter over deep water.
His thumb shook over the call button again. Akane’s name failed one more time. He swallowed, panic surging like static. If she could not find him, and no one else could reach in here, that meant…
He scrolled.
The first few contact on the list. No answer from Akane yet.
"Please."
He did not hesitate.
He hit call and pressed himself into the hollow of the pillar, trying to make his breaths small, trying not to look up toward that unseen gaze.
"Please pick up," he whispered into the dark. "Whoever you are. Please."
[INTRO] Start of a pause
Jan. 4th, 2026 01:40 ammc_ken[Note: all the other Kens are getting backgrounded for the time being. I'm focusing on a single character to get back to RP.]
[Also, when starting a thread with this Ken, please indicate if your character has feelings or desires related to vengeance/revenge and how strong they are. I don't need more details. This is because he is able to sense these feelings. You can also opt out of this if you are not interested: in that case the universe differences make it so this doesn't work or something.]
Ken naturally didn't expect to wake up in a weird blue room in his SEES uniform when he went to bed last night. His instincts saw this obviously supernatural doing as a threat, and quickly grabbed his spear, ready to summon his Persona and fight whatever threat was ahead.
Fortunately, Igor was able to clear the air before this had any chance to escalate. It took a moment for his muscles to relax, but they eventually did.
"...you are absolutely sure no time is passing in my world, right?" he asked, still unsure about all of this.
"Rest assured," answered Igor, "you will find things exactly as you left them off when you leave this place."
"Then what's the point of bringing me here?"
"I believe you could use... a pause."
Ha. That wasn't wrong. And yet he still didn't like this, he had responsibilities, he couldn't just drop everything to have a pause... But it didn't look like he had a choice there. So he at least approached the board that seemed to have more information about this place.
Wow. It seemed like there were tons of other people here. Especially a lot of this "Akechi" person. Also, places with demons. And... other Ken Amadas? Were they even similar to himself? With alternate worlds, you were never sure.
Kinda like in the episode of Featherman R where they are all trapped in another dimension and they meet the other version of themselves but - Ugh, he really needed to stop being so childish. He couldn't afford it. He had people's lives between his hands.
"This is your idea of a pause?" he protested. "This sounds like a terribly busy place. If I'm reading correctly, there's even the Dark Hour there!"
But from Igor, no answer came, the same smile as ever plastered on his face.
You may find this Ken...
A. While still in the Velvet Room, pondering his next move.
B. Exploring Tokyo, trying to have a feel about how big the place was.
C. Arriving at the Iwatodai Dorm, a place his steps led him to naturally.
D. Entering Tartarus in the Dark Hour, both to see the recreation and to keep his skills sharp.
[Also, when starting a thread with this Ken, please indicate if your character has feelings or desires related to vengeance/revenge and how strong they are. I don't need more details. This is because he is able to sense these feelings. You can also opt out of this if you are not interested: in that case the universe differences make it so this doesn't work or something.]
Ken naturally didn't expect to wake up in a weird blue room in his SEES uniform when he went to bed last night. His instincts saw this obviously supernatural doing as a threat, and quickly grabbed his spear, ready to summon his Persona and fight whatever threat was ahead.
Fortunately, Igor was able to clear the air before this had any chance to escalate. It took a moment for his muscles to relax, but they eventually did.
"...you are absolutely sure no time is passing in my world, right?" he asked, still unsure about all of this.
"Rest assured," answered Igor, "you will find things exactly as you left them off when you leave this place."
"Then what's the point of bringing me here?"
"I believe you could use... a pause."
Ha. That wasn't wrong. And yet he still didn't like this, he had responsibilities, he couldn't just drop everything to have a pause... But it didn't look like he had a choice there. So he at least approached the board that seemed to have more information about this place.
Wow. It seemed like there were tons of other people here. Especially a lot of this "Akechi" person. Also, places with demons. And... other Ken Amadas? Were they even similar to himself? With alternate worlds, you were never sure.
"This is your idea of a pause?" he protested. "This sounds like a terribly busy place. If I'm reading correctly, there's even the Dark Hour there!"
But from Igor, no answer came, the same smile as ever plastered on his face.
You may find this Ken...
A. While still in the Velvet Room, pondering his next move.
B. Exploring Tokyo, trying to have a feel about how big the place was.
C. Arriving at the Iwatodai Dorm, a place his steps led him to naturally.
D. Entering Tartarus in the Dark Hour, both to see the recreation and to keep his skills sharp.
fogbornphantom[The day after the widespread age changes, a message appears on the network.]
Good morning. This is Crow, and judging by what I've seen and observed since waking up this morning, it seems we're in the throes of an odd, age changing epidemic.
If memory serves, it lasted a few weeks, thereby interrupting any plans to infiltrate Midnight's Palace.
Frankly, I'm not sure how much of my memories are 'real' or fabricated by this change. Ren changed first, but Hiro and I woke up under the assumption that we'd been home for a very long time.
Yet here we are, and perhaps we never truly left. The memories are a bit paradoxical, but at the moment, we are adults. So, if you see either of us, don't be alarmed.
I'll try not to give too many "previews" of what's to come, in the interest of not accidentally creating a time paradox.
But, more pressingly, it seems Midnight's Palace simply vanished from the MetaNav. I suspect the current state of the Velvet Room is to blame.
Dojima House;
[Later that morning, an older Crow can be found in the kitchen, surveying the fridge and cupboards to take stock of their supplies. He's in his thirties and freshly showered. His choice of clothes may seem a bit off putting, considering he's wearing a Featherman sweatshirt and baggy sweatpants that some may find 'inappropriate' for a man his age.
He's just grateful his clothes mostly still fit, so he doesn't have to roam the house in a bath robe.]
Good morning. This is Crow, and judging by what I've seen and observed since waking up this morning, it seems we're in the throes of an odd, age changing epidemic.
If memory serves, it lasted a few weeks, thereby interrupting any plans to infiltrate Midnight's Palace.
Frankly, I'm not sure how much of my memories are 'real' or fabricated by this change. Ren changed first, but Hiro and I woke up under the assumption that we'd been home for a very long time.
Yet here we are, and perhaps we never truly left. The memories are a bit paradoxical, but at the moment, we are adults. So, if you see either of us, don't be alarmed.
I'll try not to give too many "previews" of what's to come, in the interest of not accidentally creating a time paradox.
But, more pressingly, it seems Midnight's Palace simply vanished from the MetaNav. I suspect the current state of the Velvet Room is to blame.
Dojima House;
[Later that morning, an older Crow can be found in the kitchen, surveying the fridge and cupboards to take stock of their supplies. He's in his thirties and freshly showered. His choice of clothes may seem a bit off putting, considering he's wearing a Featherman sweatshirt and baggy sweatpants that some may find 'inappropriate' for a man his age.
He's just grateful his clothes mostly still fit, so he doesn't have to roam the house in a bath robe.]
Merry Christmas!
Dec. 24th, 2025 07:04 pmvrdr_modsIt's the most romantic time of the year. Christmas is closing in. Nothing alters in the celebration itself—everything is still and cold and frozen half to death; Jack Frosts are still handing out hot chocolate on corners. However:
On the morning of the 25th, you will discover a wishing star, good for one (1) wish. Have one from last year that you haven't used? Congratulations! You now have two.
On the morning of the 1st January, if your age was altered, you will change back (if you're going to).
[[ooc: Happy appropriate winter festival! Here are your gifts. Feel free to use this post for threading, figuring out how to store your accumulating stars/wish items, and so on.]]
[[ooc: Happy appropriate winter festival! Here are your gifts. Feel free to use this post for threading, figuring out how to store your accumulating stars/wish items, and so on.]]
[EVENT] The Holidays Are for Everyone!
Dec. 1st, 2025 02:42 pmvrdr_modsOn December 1st, residents of the Velvet Room wake up to find the world outside transformed for the holidays. Lights have been strung in trees and along awnings; Christmas music plays in shops and busy squares, or, if you're in the area, blares at every hour from the top of the Tokyo Skytree for all around to hear, whether they like it or not. Some of the bundled-up cognitions that hurry through the cold are now laden with festive shopping bags, and others linger thoughtfully outside shop windows.
Jack Frosts dart around, pressing mugs of hot chocolate into your hands or perhaps performing small acts of mischief. Occasionally you might see a King Frost, or even a Black Frost if you're lucky (or unlucky?). Ponds and rivers have frozen over in the night, and someone—maybe one of the Jack Frosts—has set out benches and sets of ice skates. If there are no such convenient bodies of water, man-made ice rinks have been installed in public places, surrounded by booths selling hot drinks and towering, beautifully decorated Christmas trees.
But none of that matters too much. Because on December 1st, you might wake up to more than just holiday decor.
Igor and his attendants have, in their wisdom, malevolence, generosity, madness, or whatever you believe about their motives, seen fit to meddle with the ages of some of the residents. Maybe they've transformed you back into a helpless child or gangly adolescent. You might have no idea where you are—after all, you're just a child! The last thing you remember might be playing in your parents' home. Or perhaps you wake up to find wrinkles and joint pain you didn't have when you went to sleep. As far as your memory goes, you left the Velvet Room on November 30th, went home, and lived your life for twenty years, only to return now.
Or maybe your memory remains unaltered, with only your physical form changing. Or you might be one of the lucky ones who wakes up the same as they were when they went to sleep. In the latter case, good luck! You have an interesting month ahead of you. Especially since waking up unchanged on December 1st is not a guarantee that you'll stay that way...
[[[That's right: Coming this holiday season to a VRDR near you, an Age Fuckery event! To reiterate, this is an optional event where you can age your character up or down, giving them memories appropriate to that age or allowing them to remain cognitively the same, just in a different-shaped body. This event kicks off now, December 1st, though you can also have your characters age up or down later in the month if this doesn't work for you. The event ends on New Year's Eve; at the turn of the new year, everyone will transform back into themselves.]]]
Jack Frosts dart around, pressing mugs of hot chocolate into your hands or perhaps performing small acts of mischief. Occasionally you might see a King Frost, or even a Black Frost if you're lucky (or unlucky?). Ponds and rivers have frozen over in the night, and someone—maybe one of the Jack Frosts—has set out benches and sets of ice skates. If there are no such convenient bodies of water, man-made ice rinks have been installed in public places, surrounded by booths selling hot drinks and towering, beautifully decorated Christmas trees.
But none of that matters too much. Because on December 1st, you might wake up to more than just holiday decor.
Igor and his attendants have, in their wisdom, malevolence, generosity, madness, or whatever you believe about their motives, seen fit to meddle with the ages of some of the residents. Maybe they've transformed you back into a helpless child or gangly adolescent. You might have no idea where you are—after all, you're just a child! The last thing you remember might be playing in your parents' home. Or perhaps you wake up to find wrinkles and joint pain you didn't have when you went to sleep. As far as your memory goes, you left the Velvet Room on November 30th, went home, and lived your life for twenty years, only to return now.
Or maybe your memory remains unaltered, with only your physical form changing. Or you might be one of the lucky ones who wakes up the same as they were when they went to sleep. In the latter case, good luck! You have an interesting month ahead of you. Especially since waking up unchanged on December 1st is not a guarantee that you'll stay that way...
[[[That's right: Coming this holiday season to a VRDR near you, an Age Fuckery event! To reiterate, this is an optional event where you can age your character up or down, giving them memories appropriate to that age or allowing them to remain cognitively the same, just in a different-shaped body. This event kicks off now, December 1st, though you can also have your characters age up or down later in the month if this doesn't work for you. The event ends on New Year's Eve; at the turn of the new year, everyone will transform back into themselves.]]]
[OPEN] Teddie Appears! Yay!
Nov. 30th, 2025 02:43 pmkumawakumakumaWell, this certainly wasn't where Teddie fell asleep last night. Oh, yesterday was meant to be perfect! But it got ruined. Poor Sensei, his special day was soured by his teacher's death! Still, he didn't let it get him down. He was supposed to be sleeping in Yosuke's house since he had nowhere to go in Inaba. Did Yosuke pull a prank on him?
...No, probably not. Yosuke isn't super rude like that. Still, he should try to find someone. He looked around and saw the board in the room, with a bunch of names, but didn't really read any of them. "Something is beary off here!"
Before he talked himself in a circle of wondering, he did catch a whiff of something in the air... Still, he couldn't pinpoint it. Oh well! Might as well call out and see if anyone's here.
"Helloooooooo! Sensei?! Ake-chan?! Anyone here?"
(no subject)
Nov. 29th, 2025 08:54 pmdweebtective[A message appears on the network in the wee hours of the morning. No, he did not spend an indeterminate amount of time exploring Tartarus. And getting stuck, because the Dark Hour exists in a small sliver of time. Of course not. That would be absurd.]
I have to ask, regarding Tartarus...
Is there a reason the walls have faces? Some of the floors appear more like ordinary corridors. Others seem more industrial. Then there are the floors which are a literal eyesore that I can only imagine would be worse if it weren't for my sunglasses.
But the faces...
I don't believe I'm going to sleep soundly tonight.
Perhaps I ought to start preparing some baked goods for the holiday season. Who says you can't bake at two in the morning? This is a lawless land. Nothing is stopping me.
[Sleep deprivation? Never heard of her!]
I have to ask, regarding Tartarus...
Is there a reason the walls have faces? Some of the floors appear more like ordinary corridors. Others seem more industrial. Then there are the floors which are a literal eyesore that I can only imagine would be worse if it weren't for my sunglasses.
But the faces...
I don't believe I'm going to sleep soundly tonight.
Perhaps I ought to start preparing some baked goods for the holiday season. Who says you can't bake at two in the morning? This is a lawless land. Nothing is stopping me.
[Sleep deprivation? Never heard of her!]
At your service...
Nov. 17th, 2025 09:34 amvrdr_mods[A post appears on the network, from a user who hasn't graced it with her presence just yet.]
Greetings. I am Margaret, the eldest of the Velvet Room attendants. You may have seen me periodically, though I admit that I haven't spent as much time actively interacting with guests as my siblings.
That being said, I am aware of your misgivings. Not only have we taken you from your worlds, but some of our holiday festivities or bonding exercises have rubbed you the wrong way.
I won't make excuses. Rather, I'd like to search for a solution.
So, as our guests, we'd like feedback for ways we can make your stay here more enjoyable. Be that comforts or enrichment, all suggestions are welcome, though I'm afraid we can't simply send you home.
My siblings and I will also have a suggestion box in the Velvet Room itself, if you prefer to communicate in person.
[True to her word, there is indeed a suggestion box atop a lovely table adorned with some cookies and other snacks. Theodore sits there with a smile, however stilted. Occasionally, Elizabeth comes in to 'supervise' him or even take over.
Sometimes, she's wearing cat ears. Don't worry about it.]
Greetings. I am Margaret, the eldest of the Velvet Room attendants. You may have seen me periodically, though I admit that I haven't spent as much time actively interacting with guests as my siblings.
That being said, I am aware of your misgivings. Not only have we taken you from your worlds, but some of our holiday festivities or bonding exercises have rubbed you the wrong way.
I won't make excuses. Rather, I'd like to search for a solution.
So, as our guests, we'd like feedback for ways we can make your stay here more enjoyable. Be that comforts or enrichment, all suggestions are welcome, though I'm afraid we can't simply send you home.
My siblings and I will also have a suggestion box in the Velvet Room itself, if you prefer to communicate in person.
[True to her word, there is indeed a suggestion box atop a lovely table adorned with some cookies and other snacks. Theodore sits there with a smile, however stilted. Occasionally, Elizabeth comes in to 'supervise' him or even take over.
Sometimes, she's wearing cat ears. Don't worry about it.]
starvingfoxYusuke should have been paying attention. He had gone for night walks around Tatsumi Port Island every now and then to think and ruminate, but he would always leave before the supposed Dark Hour.
But he wasn't paying attention. Not this time. He got distracted and took a different path from his regular commute. Perhaps it was to get a new idea in his head. Perhaps it was to find a new resturaunt he could dine at on the rare chance he had money. Not even he could really tell.
Somehow, his walk resulted in him arriving at the open gates of Gekkoukan High just as the clock hit midnight.
Of course, the building in front of him spreading, shifting, and spreading up into the heavens, along with all other signs of the Dark Hour, didn't go unnoticed. He stopped, shocked at the marvel in front of him. This building, so avant garde in design, laid before him, standing as a beacon to the macabre moment in time he found himself stood in.
He should have turned and walked away. That would have been the safe thing to do. But this was Yusuke. He was drawn to such facinating things. So like a moth to a flame, he stepped within, and found himself within the lobby of Tartarus. He could have taken the teleporter to the top, or headed up the stairs into the building proper... But he wasn't that much of a fool. Given now that his Phantom Thief attire had flared to life around him, he was on alert. He wasn't going any further.
Not unless anyone else showed up.
But he wasn't paying attention. Not this time. He got distracted and took a different path from his regular commute. Perhaps it was to get a new idea in his head. Perhaps it was to find a new resturaunt he could dine at on the rare chance he had money. Not even he could really tell.
Somehow, his walk resulted in him arriving at the open gates of Gekkoukan High just as the clock hit midnight.
Of course, the building in front of him spreading, shifting, and spreading up into the heavens, along with all other signs of the Dark Hour, didn't go unnoticed. He stopped, shocked at the marvel in front of him. This building, so avant garde in design, laid before him, standing as a beacon to the macabre moment in time he found himself stood in.
He should have turned and walked away. That would have been the safe thing to do. But this was Yusuke. He was drawn to such facinating things. So like a moth to a flame, he stepped within, and found himself within the lobby of Tartarus. He could have taken the teleporter to the top, or headed up the stairs into the building proper... But he wasn't that much of a fool. Given now that his Phantom Thief attire had flared to life around him, he was on alert. He wasn't going any further.
Not unless anyone else showed up.
(Network) Greetings, everyone
Nov. 12th, 2025 11:09 amseekerofjusticeHello! It feels like it's been quite some time since I've spoken to you all. Time certainly flies by, doesn't it?
How is everyone feeling? Has anything exciting happened during my absence? I hope I didn't leave anyone to deal with anything too serious while I've been gone.
How is everyone feeling? Has anything exciting happened during my absence? I hope I didn't leave anyone to deal with anything too serious while I've been gone.
aknightnotaprincessDoes anyone know if Midnight still has a palace? Because her latest post is really concerning. I hope it's not too late to help her considering it's been almost a year since it was last discovered.
I'm still willing to help take care of the palace if anyone still needs some volunteers.
I'm still willing to help take care of the palace if anyone still needs some volunteers.
[Network] Everything is fine
Nov. 10th, 2025 06:36 ammidnightmaiden[A message appears on the network from someone who has been eerily silent for a while. Those in the know may even recall that she has a Palace.
That may make the following message all the more concerning.]
Hi, everyone! o(≧▽≦)o
I know some of you were probably worried about me, but I just needed some space. Now I'm A-okay and ready to get back into my gymnastics routines!
After all, I can't let myself fall out of shape just because I'm away from home. It's a little embarrassing that I dropped the ball... I guess that's what a lack of structure will do to you, huh?
Anyway, if we haven't met yet, I'm Kasumi Yoshizawa, but you can call me Midnight! I'm from Crow-san and Joker-senpai's world.
Hope you've all stayed out of trouble. Be nice to Dr. Maruki, okay?
That may make the following message all the more concerning.]
Hi, everyone! o(≧▽≦)o
I know some of you were probably worried about me, but I just needed some space. Now I'm A-okay and ready to get back into my gymnastics routines!
After all, I can't let myself fall out of shape just because I'm away from home. It's a little embarrassing that I dropped the ball... I guess that's what a lack of structure will do to you, huh?
Anyway, if we haven't met yet, I'm Kasumi Yoshizawa, but you can call me Midnight! I'm from Crow-san and Joker-senpai's world.
Hope you've all stayed out of trouble. Be nice to Dr. Maruki, okay?
[EVENT] Halloween Part 2: Party!
Oct. 31st, 2025 04:15 pmvrdr_modsMaybe you got a flyer from a Shadow earlier in the month and want to see what the Halloween party is all about. Or maybe you have no intention of going to the party, but Igor has other plans. However you end up in the Velvet Room's event room, whether you're able to leave or not, whether you're in costume or normal attire, the first thing that you notice is the decor.
( Spooky Time )
( Spooky Time )
[network] bear necessities
Oct. 27th, 2025 02:38 amgoldstarburst[On the morning of the transformations, Sam makes a network post.]
Morning. Anyone noticed anything strange this morning?
If you have, is there a history of those strange things being dangerous, causing accidents, anything like that?
Thanks.
[Well gee, Sam, that's clear as mud. Thanks so much. In fairness to him, it's not too easy to type on a smartphone with claws.]
Morning. Anyone noticed anything strange this morning?
If you have, is there a history of those strange things being dangerous, causing accidents, anything like that?
Thanks.
[Well gee, Sam, that's clear as mud. Thanks so much. In fairness to him, it's not too easy to type on a smartphone with claws.]
vrdr_modsAs the world within the Velvet Room welcomes its third autumn, the usual seasonal decor begins to appear: pumpkin- and black cat-shaped lights on light poles, spooky-colored banners, glowing lanterns with jack-o'-lantern faces strung above narrow streets.
And, of course, in the couple of weeks leading up to Halloween, Jack-O'-Lantern Shadows themselves appear, bobbing cheerfully on street corners as they hand out flyers once again. This year, the flyer, if you can call it that, appears to be hand-written in deep blue ink on vellum, and it is an invitation.
ALL ARE INVITED
TO COMPETE IN THE VELVET ROOM'S
HALLOWEEN COSTUME CONTEST
HELD OCTOBER 31, HALLOWEEN
MIDDAY
THE VELVET ROOM EVENT ROOM
JUDGED BY ELIZABETH, THEODORE,
MARGARET, LAVENZA, AND IGOR
THE WINNER WILL BE INCLUDED IN
CONSULTATIONS FOR THE DECOR AND EVENTS
OF THE HALLOWEEN CELEBRATION
TO TAKE PLACE THE NIGHT OF HALLOWEEN
So that's happening.
Additionally, as Halloween approaches, some residents might wake up and find yourself transformed in a way that will be familiar to those residents who were here a year ago. You might gain the features of an animal, monster, or creature of myth—fangs, scales, horns, tails, snouts, and so on. Or you might take on the form of such a being entirely. Perhaps even your mind will be transformed. Who can say?
Those who transformed last year might repeat the same transformation, experience a variation on the same theme, or get something entirely different. The transformations will probably reverse on November 1st, but Igor makes choices for reasons only he can understand: For whatever reason, you might keep your altered form for a longer or shorter period of time.
Those who are transformed are still welcome to compete in the costume contest, of course! Igor and his attendants look forward to seeing your creativity in action.
[ooc: Welcome to part one of our third(!) Halloween event. The monster transformations are the same as before, with leeway for your characters to transform back whenever you want.
The costume contest will work as follows: If you want your character to compete, but don't believe that they have a chance to win, you can just tag that they're competing. No extra action needed. If you consider that they've put effort into their costume, it looks good, and in your opinion they do deserve a chance to win (and you want to help plan the Halloween party), please let the mods know on Discord or via DM on October 28th, 18:00 UTC at the latest. The winner will be chosen at random from among those entrants who have a shot, and we will write the Halloween party post with input from the player whose character won the contest.]
And, of course, in the couple of weeks leading up to Halloween, Jack-O'-Lantern Shadows themselves appear, bobbing cheerfully on street corners as they hand out flyers once again. This year, the flyer, if you can call it that, appears to be hand-written in deep blue ink on vellum, and it is an invitation.
TO COMPETE IN THE VELVET ROOM'S
HALLOWEEN COSTUME CONTEST
HELD OCTOBER 31, HALLOWEEN
MIDDAY
THE VELVET ROOM EVENT ROOM
JUDGED BY ELIZABETH, THEODORE,
MARGARET, LAVENZA, AND IGOR
THE WINNER WILL BE INCLUDED IN
CONSULTATIONS FOR THE DECOR AND EVENTS
OF THE HALLOWEEN CELEBRATION
TO TAKE PLACE THE NIGHT OF HALLOWEEN
So that's happening.
Additionally, as Halloween approaches, some residents might wake up and find yourself transformed in a way that will be familiar to those residents who were here a year ago. You might gain the features of an animal, monster, or creature of myth—fangs, scales, horns, tails, snouts, and so on. Or you might take on the form of such a being entirely. Perhaps even your mind will be transformed. Who can say?
Those who transformed last year might repeat the same transformation, experience a variation on the same theme, or get something entirely different. The transformations will probably reverse on November 1st, but Igor makes choices for reasons only he can understand: For whatever reason, you might keep your altered form for a longer or shorter period of time.
Those who are transformed are still welcome to compete in the costume contest, of course! Igor and his attendants look forward to seeing your creativity in action.
[ooc: Welcome to part one of our third(!) Halloween event. The monster transformations are the same as before, with leeway for your characters to transform back whenever you want.
The costume contest will work as follows: If you want your character to compete, but don't believe that they have a chance to win, you can just tag that they're competing. No extra action needed. If you consider that they've put effort into their costume, it looks good, and in your opinion they do deserve a chance to win (and you want to help plan the Halloween party), please let the mods know on Discord or via DM on October 28th, 18:00 UTC at the latest. The winner will be chosen at random from among those entrants who have a shot, and we will write the Halloween party post with input from the player whose character won the contest.]
