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Velvet Room Mods ([personal profile] vrdr_mods) wrote in [community profile] personavelvetroomdr2024-11-21 04:38 pm

[EVENT] Memory Tapes

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!]
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[personal profile] linkclickakira 2025-01-11 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Akira’s hands moved with a frantic precision, fingers flying across his phone’s screen as he plugged it into a power bank dangling precariously from his pocket. His other hand tapped commands into his watch, each swipe deliberate, his eyes darting from file to file. The energy around them churned with violent chaos—bullets ricocheting, tentacles writhing, and Kou’s voice cutting through the din like a lifeline he couldn’t afford to follow just yet.

Not now. Not while everything still hinged on finding a place—a place Maruki didn’t know.

The vibrations from Kou’s rifle reverberated through the space, each shot accompanied by the ear-splitting screech of tentacles bursting apart. The noise rang in Akira’s ears, but he focused harder, jaw clenched, sweat dripping into his eyes as he pushed through the maze of footage. Then the files blurred into static—one by one, until blackness enveloped the entire screen.

“Dammit,” he hissed, shifting on instinct as a tentacle lashed out, only narrowly missing his shoulder. He thought fast, ignoring the strain in his legs and the tremor in his free hand.

It has to be somewhere safe. Somewhere he’s never seen. But where?

It can't be his place in the hotel. What if Corvus turned on him in the future? Revealed everything to everyone else? His way of operation, his way of-

The phone buzzed weakly, threatening to die if not for the battery pack strapped to Akira’s side. He cursed under his breath. Another crash echoed from behind him as Kou fired again, each shot tearing through the onslaught, but the voices—the voices were worse.

They begged, screamed, whispered truths Akira couldn’t face. He swallowed hard.

You don’t care about him. You only destroy what you touch. You’re no different from me.

That voice wasn’t Kou’s. It wasn’t Maruki’s. It wasn’t Goro’s. It wasn’t anyone’s.

It was his.