[EVENT] Memory Tapes

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On the morning of November 21st, denizens in the Velvet Room will awake to a message on their phones or by their bedsides in an envelope. Perhaps even on their computer screens.

Greetings! If you've received this message, then you've been selected as a participant in a new activity to strengthen bonds within this community.

In order to facilitate connections with your fellow residents, we advise you to watch this video. Watch it and return the tape to its rightful owner. If you lacked the means to watch VHS tapes before, we have provided you with the necessary equipment.

Failure to do so may put your own memories at risk. Do not be selfish, lest you find yourself struggling to recall crucial moments of your life. You have no way of knowing which memories have been shared, so ask yourself if it is worth the risk to selfishly hoard another's secrets.

They will soon find a VHS tape, with a case that gives off a soft, blue glow to symbolize its importance. If they lack a TV or VCR, they will find one in their living space.

What they do is up to them, but they should heed the warning, if they value their own memories.


[For links to characters' memories, please see this post in the OOC comm. Have fun!]

Comments

[linkclickakira]

"Oh right- let me just ignore the fact that your whole body weight rushed at my face with the speed of a train," he levels him an annoyed look. "You are comparing that to being served a wrong drink." He's yet to run into someone normal here.

"Are you even hearing yourself? Well whatever," he waves his hand at him as he rubs the bridge of his nose- slightly crooked before he curls his casted fist in annoyance and realigns his nose with a sick POP- blood now gushing in his palm before it stops. "Fuck-aaagh!" He cups his face- letting the pain spear through before taking a deep breath. Not his worst injury so far.

[willowandoak]

"Dude. You think I threw myself backwards through the door like that? Go yell at Elizabeth. Ask to see her manager." He gets to his feet, cracking his neck with a wince, and looks Akira over. Whatever he sees, he keeps it to himself, except for a skeptical raise of his eyebrows.

[linkclickakira]

A flicker of irritation flares on Akira’s features as the guy- who did just knock him down and broke his nose continues to explain that he simply pissed off the velvet attendants. As if that doesn't happen enough.

His shoulders sag as he finally reigns down on his anger. "The tapes have put everyone on edge so I don't see how talking to the manager will do anything other than cause a repeat of what you went through."

He does throw a once-over at the Akiren, eyes glinting with amusement. "Pissed them off, didn't you? Or did you just walk in on the velvet room's maintainence period?" Perhaps the tapes disposal may have made the place inaccessible.

[willowandoak]

"Tried to shoot Igor again. It'll work someday. I've never gone through the door before, that was new."

New and painful. He stretches his back.

[linkclickakira]

Akira scoffs, his tone sharp with lingering annoyance as he grabs a tissue from his pocket and dabs at the blood still dripping from his nose. His other hand adjusts the fake sling, brushing it as if to remind himself it’s still there and is totally not off-centre from the middle of his arm.

"Yeah I opened the door, saw you flying in and closed it deciding that- ah" he rolls his eyes and cracks his own back. “Who needs to deal with unexpected projectiles first thing in the morning? But nope, too late to dodge.”

There’s a pause as he glances back at the doppelgänger—his would-be twin—before his expression softens into something less prickly and more curious. His mind flashes briefly to the tapes he received earlier, the fragmented chaos of memories that stirred up old regrets.

His gaze lingers on the other guy’s gun for a moment longer than necessary before he asks, “So... what are you? An Akira or a Ren? Or some other lost twin from a fucked-up multiverse?”

[willowandoak]

"I'm calling it now, someday one of us will show up named Akiren. Akiren Kurumiya. I'm just Ren, though." He eyes the other guy, with his fake sling and his bloody nose. "You?"

[linkclickakira]

"Kurumiya sounds better than Amamiya," he chuckles lightly at his comment before he catches him staring. "But you aren't exactly wrong about that- with how wild our choices and lives are: names feel the tamest."

He sighs and leans against the wall. "Akira. Call me Kira though- makes life easier and harder for Akechis to address me formally."