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This is either the most crazy trip from someone slipping me LSD or I really am getting to explore the cognitive worlds!!

A place between dreams and reality? And even here there's notes on a fun conspiracy board talking about cognitive realms within this cognitive realm - isn't that incredible to think about? Even if they're simulations of things that have been around this whole time, unbeknownst to pretty much everybody!!

How much can one manifest change in this cognitive pseudo-dream in the city, I wonder? If changes from a single individual even manifest, that is! And the fact that there is a semblance of the concept of a Collective Unconsciousness straight out of Jung theory when we're supposedly floating IN that unconsciousness at this very moment is already sending my head spinning!! In a good way!

And apparently there's been MULTIPLE avenues of influence that societal subconscious has affected the material world too, from what everyone's been describing. Televisions, extra hours on the clock, phone apps - isn't it interesting how all of those are things that people as a whole tend to fixate a lot of their attention on? Especially given the trajectory of their popularity and importance for us socially. I can only imagine how much our advancement of technology is going to blend the material and the cognitive further, too.

I know, I know I should be a little more worried given the descriptions of these shadows and monsters and such. But I can't help myself, I can only imagine the level of change that can happen on a broad scale with the right advances. Even a humble little inventor or researcher might be paving the path towards something incredible. :)

Also, I think it's very funny that there's multiple variations of people - does that mean the Collective Unconsciousness is what binds these multiple universes together? Perhaps in some way it doesn't matter where people have ended up, we're all connected, no matter how incredibly different. Fascinating, right?

Oh, I should introduce myself before I hit send. Hi there! I'm Ichinose Kuon. I'll be here to haunt your network with any theories and thoughts for sure!
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The Ken Amada who made certain threats, whom Igor didn't bring to the Velvet Room and didn't welcome, has been permanently contained within his other-world self. Many of the Velvet Room residents mobilized in the effort to neutralize the threat he posed, and now, in the moments after the devastating battle that sealed Ken away, perhaps you have business to conclude.

Maybe you're a fighter, left in the rubble the battle made of its surroundings—or maybe you were a noncombatant this time, left behind to wonder what's happening or prepare for the aftermath. Maybe you linger around the battle site, or maybe you have other things to do.

Or maybe you didn't survive. Maybe you're one of the glowing forms slowly coalescing in front of Igor's desk in the Velvet Room over the course of the subsequent half hour. Igor presides over them gravely, with no sign of his usual smile. Near his desk sits a box of snacks, familiar to anyone who's used the operation's training room.

[[ooc: This post is a general catch-all for the aftermath of the battle! It's backdated to February 26, the day Ken got got.]]
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[personal profile] mirrorgirl
so I’ve been thinking. I know how cognition can affect the tvs, but what else can it affect here? I’m really curious! The problem is I have no idea where to start when it comes to a “formal study” or what to even study period.
I’m open to ideas and suggestions! I’d also love to hear what’s already been observed/studied. Thank you for the help ^_^!!
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[personal profile] seekerofjustice
There's one in particular I'm not understanding.

Why I would need to Boruto run if I tried to visit Dimension 52? I can tell I'm missing something very obvious this time.

...What. What is he talking about. Why is he looking around at the nonsense that the Velvet Room's internet is spouting.
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[personal profile] externalcombustion
...This is not Ann's beautiful balcony.

She was trying to go out there for an evening smoke - the cigarette's still in her hand and everything - and suddenly she's surrounded by blue and there's a weird old man trying to tell her everything is perfectly fine.

"I'd better not really be absent, or Akira's going to have concerns."

Form bonds? Well, that part's no weirder than the last few days have been.

Before going outside to continue with that smoke (she's not rude), she stops to examine the board. She... has no real idea what the Persona business is about, but it sounds like maybe a less direct kind of magic than what she got after she was visited? She also has no idea why anyone would want so many of that TV detective guy around.

Once Ann's taken in all she thinks she can there, she's off through the Tokyo door, lighting her cigarette as soon as there's open air for the smoke to dissipate into. (The keenly observant will note that she doesn't use or put away a lighter in that process.)
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[personal profile] frigidwildcard
There's little time left before it's too late to steal Madarame's heart. In fact, the Phantom Thieves established that they're going to steal his Treasure today. That is what Goro Akechi is ready for, carrying his bag close to his side as he walks towards the meeting place.

...Except... as he continues walking, his surroundings distort, twist, and blur. He freezes in place, quickly turning with a keen eye.

Being sucked into the Metaverse? It's not the same as someone using the MetaNav, and yet he can't rule it out. It's too similar of a sensation, but perhaps he should wait until he has more information...

It's only when his surroundings take on a more proper shape that he seems as though he breathes again, recognizing the figure behind the newly manifested desk.

Welcome to the Velvet Room.

Igor? This is... The Velvet Room? It's far, far different than the one he knows. In fact...

He looks down at his hands. There are no shackles or chains. Nothing to be seen but his black gloves and the standard Shujin Academy uniform he wears prim and proper.

"...?"

He actually looks a tiny bit surprised by that, raising his head back up to meet Igor's as he tries to take in the information he's being given. Something about bonds while he stays in this place. Time not moving in his own world, and...

The new Akechi sharply inhales, not at all pleased by the new development and how it has derailed him by his already out of control life.

--

Option 1: Bulletin Board: Akechi has found himself examining the bulletin board in the Velvet Room. He needs a moment as he processes the... frankly baffling information it presents.

To say there's multiple versions of himself is one thing, but to say that there's multiple versions of his supposed 'soulmate' after making such an absurd claim is simply outrageous. What would give the creator of the bulletin board the right to determine his or any other's soulmate?

...Ugh, why is he getting so irritated about this? It's not like it matters, he wouldn't have time for such things to begin with.

Option 2: Leblanc: He tries to see if a certain doctor is around, but unfortunately her office is barren. Absolutely barren. Looks like he knows where he'll be staying during his time here, but in the meantime he decides he'll stop by Leblanc for something to eat. After all, it's bordering on dinnertime now.

He enters the store with a quiet, vaguely skeptical look on his face. He's not sure what any of the people in this weird version of Tokyo are like. He doesn't really trust many people to begin with, and to be honest... this place actually has him a bit on edge.

Option 3: Wild Card!: Want to do something that's not here? Feel free to come up with something and consult me about it!
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It's Valentine's Day, and that means just one thing for the inhabitants of the Velvet Room: chaos.

And chocolate, possibly. Or even something else? Or perhaps you're spending the holiday entirely by yourself?

[[ooc: just a quick catchall post for any toplevels or threads people might want to make for the holiday! Feel free to make inbox or journal posts as well.]]
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[personal profile] wipingallout
(*’v`艸)゚+。.。+゚’゚+。.。+゚♥

HELLO LOVEBIRDS I know some of you are floating around here!!

I have taken over Gekkoukan's Home Ec room for the day!!!!


(*•̀ᴗ•́*)و ̑̑

I've got a BUNCH of supplies. So if you need help making chocolates for your sweetheart I'll be here today! I can even help teach you how to make them.

I even got cute little boxes and color tapes and stuff to decorate your offerings!


BUT to make sure it's a surprise you have to message me here FIRST and we'll pick a time today for you to show up. THAT WAY no one accidentally gets their surprise from their partner spoiled for them!!!


✿♬゚+.(。◡‿◡)♪.+゚♬✿。

If you wanna thank me ALL I ASK FOR is that you bring a song or two you really like!!! Ideally anything after 2009-2010, I'm BEHIND on all the cool fun music!!

Any genre is acceptable. I love all kinds of stuff, pop, rock, rap, metal, even enka. Lay it on me!!!

Amada-kun, Aigis-chan and Aragaki-senpai don't have to worry about qualifiers like that though. ILU guys just bring yourselves if you wanna!
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[personal profile] mountainfoggedlotus
I saw that one guy bragging about victory on here and since he's an Akechi I can only assume he meant it in a "I made it" relationship way

how should I. emerge victorious. metaphorically. in my own relationship

tips appreciated because we're both boys and I've. uhh. never considered that before thank youuuuu

Training

Feb. 10th, 2025 03:04 am
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[Backdated to an indeterminate number of days ago. Context here.]

After the apparition of the training room and the elaboration of the schedules, all those part of the team to take down the evil Ken Amada are surely spending a lot of time in it. If you are one of those members, the question is... what are you doing in there?

A. Solo training

There are plenty of reasons to train solo. Maybe you are building up stamina so that you can have your Persona summoned at all times. Maybe you are working on your defenses. Maybe you are trying to get one of your Personas to make you fly. One thing is for certain: there is a lot to do!

[Toplevels using this prompt are ideal to invite anyone to join your character, maybe even with their own subprompts so people can walk in on different kinds of training!]

B. Sparring

Combat readiness involves, well, actual combat. It is not surprising to see team members spar with each other to ensure they are in top form.

[You can have open toplevels to invite anyone to spar, or you can lock them to specific characters.]

C. Training with Ken

Everyone on the team has scheduled training sessions with Ken, to be able to see and learn how to face the deadly abilities he shares with his evil counterpart.

[These ones are necessarily closed threads. You can come solo or in small groups of characters, indicate this in the toplevel.]
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[personal profile] shakenit
a. Shibuya

Sumire's been meaning to expand her wardrobe for a while now, both here and at home. Kasumi chose everything for the both of them, so she only has the vaguest idea of what she's doing.

But! She has a - a date sometime soon! With a cute girl! So surely that means she needs to be able to dress to impress.

She's wandering around various clothing stores, occasionally consulting a packet of paper with labeled illustrations of various cuts of clothing. Sharp eyes might recognise the handwriting as Ann's, but the artwork decidedly is not. Even with that guidance, though, she... could use some help.

b. Tartarus

If Sumire's going to be any kind of use in Midnight-san's Palace, she needs some practice, and it's far better to get that practice with other people than to try to go into a cognitive space alone. Since there are regular Tartarus runs, she's opting to get in on one of those.

Even if the Dark Hour setting in and the high school exploding upward into a giant tower is... kind of alarming.

In proper Phantom Thief tradition, her outfit does change when she steps into the tower, but if anyone was expecting her to match the Violet they know, they're in for a shock. She's still wearing a leotard and long boots, but the leotard and its bolero jacket are a deep greenish-black, and the boots, more obviously green, have a faint snakeskin pattern. Sumire's gloves are blue-violet, and her hair pulls itself back into a bun, emerald-studded pins holding it in place.

She may be new to Persona combat, but she's ready to give it a go.
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[personal profile] takutomaruki
Alright, let’s address the elephant in the room. About Akira Maruki who goes by the codename- Morning.

Yes, I’m Morning’s biological father. In another world.

We took a paternity test, and I’ve pinned the results to the conspiracy board for anyone who wants to cross-reference them. If that’s still not enough to convince you, I’m open to being proven wrong—scientifically, of course. Because let’s be honest, the idea of suddenly being a father to someone I only knew as a fellow student or a close confidant? That’s… borderline ridiculous I will be honest.

But that’s not all there is to it.

There’s actualization involved. I can sense it. Reality has been tampered with—most likely by the version of me from Morning’s world. I’m still trying to grasp the full extent of what’s happened, but until then…

Please be kind to him. Help him heal. Be his friend. If you’d like to reach out, I can extend his number to you.

And one last thing—don’t treat him like Midnight. Don’t treat any of them harshly.

No one deserves that.

P.S. If your mom’s birth name is Karin Ikeda, please… for the sake of my remaining sanity, get a paternity test. Please. Before I get more gray hairs.
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[personal profile] undyingcrow
To whom it may concern, my Ren and I have completed our duel.

Though the battle was arduous and presented many challenges, I won where it matters most.

Remove Personas from the equation, and my alluring qualities were far too much to resist. I came out of that fight with more than I anticipated, turning the tables effortlessly after withstanding Ren's most powerful Personas.

Sometimes, it is the aftermath of the initial battle that determines one's true strength. There are many ways toward victory.

I've permanently etched myself into his heart and mind. Funny, when he's the one so famous for stealing hearts.


[Those fluent in Akechese may be able to pick up that he didn't win the actual fight, but shh.

He's not just going to say that.]
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[personal profile] takutomaruki

New years has been in many ways fleeting and ever-changing. New developments that occured past what have been some of the most active months after his first arrival here. He does miss the bliss of the new year's party but really as Maruki's life were. Good things always came to an end.

Now were they replaced with better things?

...




A. Tranquil delights [locked to Toshiro for now]

The New Year’s party had been a success, at least on paper. The hotel was lavish, the food abundant, the atmosphere carefully curated to exude warmth and celebration. Maruki had planned it all with meticulous care—the small handful of adults and older residents deserved something to look forward to, even in this strange place.

But now, as the late hours stretched into the quiet of the night, Maruki found himself on the balcony, separate from the lively remnants of the gathering.

The cool night air pressed against him, carrying the faint sounds of laughter and conversation from inside. He barely registered it. His fingers rested lightly on the railing as his gaze drifted, unfocused, toward the distant skyline.

He was dressed in a yukata, a traditional choice for the occasion—gold, with elegant green and black accents woven subtly into the fabric. It was a rich color, warm against the lantern-lit backdrop, but the man wearing it looked strangely out of place.

Awkward. Unsure.

His thoughts, traitorous as ever, had carried him elsewhere.

"Shibusawa…"

Maruki exhaled slowly, the name lingering unspoken in his chest.

It was almost funny—the way memories could shift in hindsight, how the mind could so easily reshape them into something more tolerable. He had just been recalling their usual back-and-forth to Midnight just a few days ago, the way Shibusawa had practically dragged him to a Christmas Eve get-together on that fateful day. How they had argued over his research. How Maruki had left early after another disagreement.

That was the story he told himself.

Except…

Except the memory was wrong. It was softer than the truth.

The truth was that they had fought, really fought. Words sharp enough to cut. A tension so thick it had nearly suffocated them both. And then—

A fist. A sharp, jarring impact. The dull ache that had followed, not just in his face, but deep in his ribs, in the parts of himself that couldn't simply heal as he had fought back.

He had left in a haze, not just of anger but of something else. Something messier, something he hadn't wanted to acknowledge.

Now, standing here beneath the quiet glow of the night, Maruki found himself wondering.

What is he doing now?

Did he still think of that night? Did he regret it?

Regret.

Maruki's smile curled. That didn't even matter anymore, did it?





B. The laboratory [Locked to morning]

[Moon-> Current CR: 1]
Dated: Second last Monday of January.

The morning air was sharp with winter’s bite, but Maruki had come prepared. His usual brown jacket shielded him from most of the cold, and underneath it, a black turtleneck offered an extra layer of warmth. As he adjusted his sleeves, he turned to Morning with a small, reassuring nod.

“Just follow my lead,” he instructed simply. “It’s… easy to get lost in here.”

The lab in Odaiba was massive. It loomed ahead of them, sleek and modern, its sheer size enough to make it feel almost intimidating. There were few places like it, and in a way, it felt like a world of its own—detached from the usual rhythm of the city.

As they walked, the chill lingered in the air, breath forming in soft puffs before them. A few passing cognitions took notice of Maruki, offering polite nods and words of well-wishing as they went. He acknowledged them in turn, his replies courteous but brief. He didn’t linger, though; his focus remained ahead.

At the front of the lab, a set of immense, regal gates stood before them, their surface polished yet old with an air of grandeur. As they approached, a deep, mechanical groan echoed through the quiet as the gates slowly creaked open, revealing a sort of pathway with flowers etched on the sides and expanding further down the east wing of the building where they flourished like a grand garden.

A butterfly flew before Morning's face.

Maruki didn't remember the last time he had maintained the garden after designing it.




C. Setsuban. [Locked to Trickster for now]

Dated: Evening, 2nd of February

It was quiet inside.

Maruki stood at the entrance of Leblanc, the dim glow of the streetlights outside casting long, slanted shadows through the café’s windows. His breath was slow, measured, as a single inky tentacle hesitated at the doorway, curling inward to check for any sign of life before withdrawing. No one was here.

Good.

He stepped inside. The faint aroma of coffee still clung to the air, even if this place—this version of it—was merely a cognition. The warmth of memory seeped into him, but the weight in his chest never lifted.

"You're awfully quiet today."

Azathoth’s voice slithered into his thoughts, its amusement as heavy as the suffocating silence in the room.

Maruki barely acknowledged it. Instead, his fingers trailed absently along the counter as he walked, his eyes searching—*for what?* He wasn’t even sure. His mind felt like a frayed thread, pulled too taut, slipping through his grasp the more he tried to hold on.

"You don’t even recognize the significance of this day, do you?"

A slow inhale. His grip tightened slightly on the wood.

"You fought for this. You bled for this."

Maruki exhaled through his nose, turning slightly toward one of the booths as if the answer might be waiting there for him.

"And yet, here you are, wandering in the haze of it all. Do you even remember what you were willing to destroy for your ideals?"

A flicker—just a flicker. A cold February night. The glow of golden cracks in the air. Desperation clinging to his words.

His brow furrowed as he pressed his palm lightly against his temple.

"...I was here," he murmured, half to himself. "But—what was it?"

His memory felt like a shattered mirror, the pieces there but just out of order, just out of reach. He had fought. He had pleaded. But the details—his reasons—his conviction—were slipping between his fingers like sand.

And it frustrated him.

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[personal profile] seekerofjustice
(Locked to devilKira)

It's been some time since Akira arrived at Dove's balcony, and Dove has taken it upon himself to make certain Akira recovers smoothly.

It's a small and quiet place. There's plenty of sunlight coming in through the balcony door and windows, and the view is actually quite nice from it. It's just nice and cozy.

But that's how it's been, no particular excitement or ventures for Dove. He's been too worried for Akira, keeping close in the event something happens. He hasn't minded a bit, enjoying the time with his dear friend, and getting things done around his apartment.

He even prepared his spare room for Akira, rushing to get the clutter out of the way so he can rest easily. In fact, Dove walks up to the door of that room right now, and gently knocks.

"...Akira? Are you awake?"

He doesn't want to disrupt Akira, but... he has a couple of things he needs to do, and it's important he gauges how Akira is feeling.
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[personal profile] wipingallout
... ... ... ... ?

What is...?

I shouldn't... be awake...



[In the Velvet Room...]

[It's courteous of whatever's going on with Igor's plan here that Hamuko is dressed. She probably shouldn't even have a body... whatever she has going on now... did her body fall comatose without her? Did it die? If it was alive, she surely should be much older. ... ... ... Maybe that all doesn't really matter, right now. She's here, gifted a chance to be around others again. The pinboard catches her attention first, of course. Signs of other people... so many little notes, talking about multiple versions of the same person running around. That's... that's charming... that's fun. ...Even if the notes about Ken Amadas make her sad...]

Hmm... I don't see any other 'me' off the bat...

[She'll take a few minutes once given a pen and some pink paper to doodle a little version of herself, signed with her name and phone number, and add it to the corner of the pinboard.]


[Inaba, Central Shopping District]

[What a fun little town! A charming place... hey, isn't this the town she went to for the volleyball camp? She loved the accommodations, but it's so nice to actually wander the streets and see the little shops. This place is SO rural, Hamuko had never really visited a place this remote, even when jumping between foster homes.] Let's see... what's the good spot for the locals? [No point being a complete tourist shmuck!!]


[Shibuya, Underground Mall]

[Well, since nothing costs anything here... might as well get some cute new clothes, right? Who knows how long she'll be around here, and 'dreaming up' new outfits didn't seem to be a thing. No lucid dreaming here - somehow, Hamuko felt a lot happier with that in mind. Still... the fashion is so different!!]

I just want one cute orange top...!! Is orange out of style? Dang it...


[Iwatodai Dorms]

[Of all of the places she's been having fun goofing off and exploring in, the dorms... she couldn't quite get the courage to open the front. Not just yet.]


Not even Koromaru is out front right now. ...I've gotta apologize...
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[personal profile] very_elaborate
[What, you thought Kanji could get to sleep before midnight? Those days ended when he got chucked into a TV.]

Okay, three nights in a row's a pattern. Somebody's settin' off the Midnight Channel. I have no idea who it is other than not one of the kids.

Who here has experience with TV world bullshit other than Crow and Raven? There's not much point in doing anything till we at least know who it is, and even then it might be better to just let the dungeon happen so they can work through shit, but still.
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[personal profile] gorobo
The same as he's done almost every day since he got- well, destroyed, Falcon finds himself training. There's an obsessive fury in his eyes, unmissable, clamped down and withdrawn as the rest of his body language is. He looks ready to strike at the slightest notice.

1: Mementos
One may notice him heading down the train station in Shibuya, before disappearing with the telling ripple of someone entering the Metaverse. He storms down the floors, not even bothering with the weaker Shadows. What good will taking out the small fry do if he needs to be stronger than he is? No, not even the dephts of Mementos will do- the heights of the new part of Mementos, the part he'd explored once with Magpie, that's where he's headed. 

2: Moments in Between
Honestly, Falcon's been pretty scarce in general. He's only replying to network posts directly adressing him, not bothering to reach out to anyone himself, and even when he does reply to texts or network posts, it's short and to the point. Even when stopped, he only tends to talk long enough to say that he's busy, and move on. Right now, however, having exhausted most of his battery, he's stuck in his charging station... and clearly unhappy about it. He's not expecting anyone to drop by, though, so his eyes are closed in a faux-sleep.

3: Static
By midnight, he's gone again, out to train in the shiny new training room. Robin and Loki shift inside him, as if withdrawing slowly- but Falcon doesn't care. They've been doing this for a while now, no longer speaking to him, and cringing away, but as long as they obey when he calls them (and they still do, eagerly so), then it doesn't matter. He scoffs as he opens the hidden door, making sure there's no unsavory presence to follow him, before stepping inside. Here... there are the proper elements to train for doomada, and by god, is he gonna make sure he's prepared.

(Unbeknowst to him, rain has started falling in Inaba. Back home, his TV flickers with static, oh-so briefly, showing an unrecognizable silhouette.)
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Noticed a lot's been going on lately, and I think this is a good time to remind everyone that Leblanc's always open. You're always welcome, you can drop by and get some good coffee and curry.

Just drop on by if you feel like it, all right? I'll be here.

Hell, if you'd rather just chat here, I'm down for that too. Whatever you want.

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