personavelvetroomdr

Ren's spent the last few days putting together something...big. Well, you'd think it was something big with the way he's been running around after Christmas! The Akechi Residence looks a bit like an American Wallmark movie and a Buddhist shrine had a lovechild, covered in homey Christmas-turned-turn-of-the-year decor. Ren himself is wearing his Wallmark best, a pair of jeans with a plain shirt and an obnoxious Christmas apron reading "Don't REIN in your appetite, DEER!" over it. The kitchen is decked out in both wreaths and helpings of food: mochi, cookies and Aki-chan's "cookys", seven-herb rice soup, and Leblanc's own curry, to name just a few. If there's anything you've ever wanted in a New Year's-Christmas celebration, Ren's probably tried his best to get it there.

In fact, he's trying his best to get YOU there, too! There are a ton of flyers littered around the Velvet Room and adjacent areas, inviting you to his party, heavily emphasizing the available food (curry, just like LeBlanc makes) and the directions (fourth door over in the Velvet Room, can't miss it).

Meanwhile, a few minutes before the start of the party, Ren's nerves are going a little haywire, and he's doing the Akechi thing of "pick at my surroundings to make sure they're 100% perfect" to deal with it. Not sure if anyone's gonna visit...I am just kinda "Crow's boyfriend" to a lot of people...not that I don't like being his boyfriend! But I really wanna get to know other people, too...

> Make his day and show up to his party?

[ a/n // forward-dated by like a day so that birbkechi can show up, if that's a thing lol ]

Current Mood: anxious
Current Location: The Akechi-Found-Family Residence
Current Music: beethoven's ninth symphony

constellationist

There's a new presence in the shadows of the Velvet Room tonight.

For a while, there's no obvious sign of this... presumably a person, just the feeling that something is watching from the darkness, listening to whatever cryptic platitudes Igor's spouting about the place tonight. Eventually, though, the presence announces itself as... an Akira, looking at the conspiracy board.

Or maybe he's a Ren? (He's both. He's neither. He's pretty sure Igor is the closest to a familiar entity here. Making connections? That's not going to be a problem at all.)

"...I have no idea what most of this means," he's forced to conclude after several minutes. "Cool."

willowandoak

( summer's kiss through electric wire but i'll never die )

princekira

Akira was starting to settle into the new place, the velvet room wasn't something he had much knowledge about, but exploring it was becoming a bit fun. It was a lot different than the castle walls he was used to. The doors led to all different places and he was set to explore more as he went.

He was starting to notice other people looking like him, while trying to stay out of sight he noticed a few things. One, phones were a thing. Two, there were a lot of different versions of the same people, which could get confusing for him if he wasn't careful. So far he had seen several Akiras and Akechis. Now was as good a time as any to get to know people, wearing a devilish smile, one that mimicked the one he wore with his Joker persona as he thieved other nobles. He went up to the first person he saw, "Hi, My name is Prince Kusuru Akira, well since there's several of Akiras you can call me Prince. Nice to meet you."

unfoggedlotus

Ren follows Goro to the Dojima house, steps as sure and confident as he can make them with his heart pounding a bit louder than normal in his chest. Maybe he's nervous for this, so what? It's not every day you get to meet the alternate-reality-family your boyfriend found during his two-month timeskip that was only five hours or so to you. His head's still kind of reeling from the...everything, but he's rolling with the punches. Not like I expected things to be normal with us, he says to the part of himself that's maybe not-very-Joker-like and trying to shy away from everything.

Life comes at you fast, but Akechis ~~come faster-- well. Hopefully not, and Ren's not thinking about that right now, nope~~ throw curveballs at half the speed of light and expect you to catch 'em. And Ren isn't letting one slip by him yet! ...Even if this one might be aimed right between his eyes.

Ren squeezes his boyfriend's hand -- it's what boyfriends are there for, after all -- and readjusts his grip on the little...okay, large bag of gifts against his chest (hey, everything's free here, and he didn't wanna show up unprepared) as they come to a stop in front of the door.

He takes a moment, letting go of Goro's hand, for a once-over just to make sure he looks good, brushing invisible bits of dust from his jacket and readjusting his glasses. Then, with a nod to his boyfriend, Ren raises the hand carrying the pile of gifts to knock on the door.

It's showtime.

"Hey guys!" He calls out as his boyfriend opens the door, resisting the urge to run his fingers through his hair (for now). "We're here!"

> Say hello to Crow's boyfriend?

Current Location: The Akechi-Found-Family Residence

youngestdawn

After collapsing during the beach party for Raven-san, Kurusu-kun is...different. He moves almost stiffly, on auto-pilot, meticulously careful about being polite and non-intrusive; he doesn't make messes, he doesn't need to be told to do things, he barely reacts to people addressing him. His large eyes, usually noticeably observant, are now far past his normal blankness and into an almost-haunted stare into the distance, glazed and unfocused.

To him, it feels like...he remembers this one time in school he had a pencil with a very stiff eraser on the end, and he tried to use it to remove characters he misspelled from his notebook. He had to rub super hard to get the mistakes out, and bits of paper came up along with his poor writing. It feels like that -- like someone took a stale eraser to the whole wide world and scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed at everything to get the mistakes out, including his insides.

Kurusu-kun wakes up the day after the beach party at 8:00 AM -- his normal wake-up time at home -- in Crow-san's house. It will be a slow, quiet day for him, as he treads through the cotton minefield and fills himself up with color again.

> Exist with him?

Current Mood: tired
Current Location: Akechi (formerly Dojima) House

willowandoak

Ren's been antsy lately. Easily startled, prone to snapping and to cringing away from stuff he handled better when he first got here. Stressed? Maybe that's the word. Owain stirs, which happens less than it used to, but Ren squishes him back down before he has the chance to offer alternative interpretations for Ren's state of mind.

It doesn't matter anyway. Ren has a street in Shinjuku to explode.

While it will be satisfying, the real point of the exercise is to answer the list of questions he has about the immediate aftermath of an explosion and the following hours. They all walk blithely around in this place they've found themselves in, but they don't know shit about where on the cognition-reality scale it is or how the cognitions process their surroundings. They haven't needed to know yet, but that could change at any time.

Thankfully, it's pretty easy to make a bomb when you can just wander into anywhere you want and grab stuff, so Ren has everything set up. He's done a test explosion to make sure his math was right and removed the risk of little kid interlopers and everything. He's chosen a side street, big enough to get cognitive traffic but not so big that a giant hole in the road will annoy real people. Now all that's left is to clear the area and do the deed.

You might encounter him at the following times:

( hell, if it glitters, i'm going )

pancakeboy

Welcome to Inokashira Park. It all looks a bit... picture-postcard, as if someone removed all the LET'S ALL NOT WALK ON THE GRASS TOGETHER signs, and the wastebaskets, and the slight air of use. And the people.

The birds, though. The birds are the same. And there's nobody to tell Akechi not to feed them the shitty peacock spaghetti he got from the equally Wrong supermarket. So he is. A pair of pigeons are brainlessly tottering up and down next to it, unsure whether or not to indulge in a bit of indirect cannibalism.

He's got a package of bread too, for that matter. But that's for him. He also has a little notebook, in which he occasionally scribbles something down, and his phone. Oh, and his sweater vest, for some reason, is deep red and green; it looks unnecessarily festive.

Current Location: Inokashira Park
Current Music: TMBG - Birdhouse in your Soul

paladinpawn

[Maruki doesn't know what to do. His gaze, glued to the floor of the apartment complex's elevator. In one hand, he has a bag of warm takeout food he had brought on his way to the apartment. In the other, his phone, still running the Navigation app’s search screen.

Wakaba Isshiki.

Her name brought back some horrible memories in and of itself: The argument, the accidental surge of his untamed power, the thought of having robbed a daughter of her mother – then the snowball effect that had led him to work with the likes of Shido and what had become of such an arrangement…

So seeing an error message with no candidate found. It leaves him… conflicted. The Phantom Thieves had done it, hadn’t they?

Kasumi had warned him already, he knew it was only an inevitability at that point. But still that doesn’t make the choice any easier…

A sudden shift in cognition like that is unprecedented and if a change of heart did restore a sense of lucidity like he had predicted. That'd… complicate things. It would likely undo the loss of memory for a start, which could serve a threat to him. She'd know and she'd be mad, no doubt about it. She'd have every piece of evidence to conclude he was responsible… and every reason to want to take him and the whole conspiracy down. Moreover, what about Shido? What'd he do if he found out? No doubt he'd want her gone…

He could, Could alter her cognition now that he has a better grasp on his power. He could make her memory of him hazy, unrecognisable. But that thought only made his stomach turn. Accident or not, he had already tampered with her memory and look at how much pain that caused. No matter which way he spun it. There's no good options here.

Then the elevator abruptly stops, as the door slides itself open. Maruki's gaze diverted back to the corridor ahead.

He knew himself well enough to know he isn't in the right headspace to make such a decision. That's why he's here, after all. To check up on Rumi, spend some time with her as a way to wind down. To let himself be relaxed in a space where he feels safe. Maybe that'd put him in the right headspace for tomorrow? Nevertheless, he knocks on the door.]

"Hey, Rumi. It's me, Takuto."

[After a quick response from Rumi, he lets himself into the apartment and—

What?

This wasn't Rumi's apartment. Completely different, actually. It's moody, cosy interior is replaced with velvet blues basically all around, the door he came from looked much different then the one he used to enter, more strange doors lying at the edges of the room he had found himself in, a strange man with a long, pointy nose sitting by a desk. Did he accidentally stumble into a cognitive world? Judging by the fact he was still wearing his black suit and not a suit of bluky armour, he doubted as much. This was all very strange but it intrigued him nonetheless.]

[OOC: This Maruki comes from the same AU as

fogboundcrow/

fogbornphantom]

bloodsociallinked

[You chance upon an Akira in casual clothes, browsing through the supermarkets. He's already picked up a few things already, because curry isn't going to make itself and he's not sure he wants to trust the place to keep supplying the ingredients. And... maybe he can find some other stuff as well? As good as curry is, it's not everything. Bread, sweets and snacks... drinks other than coffee... it's a little unwieldy but at least he doesn't have to worry about the weight.

What is striking is that the shops now seem to have an entire section in the fridges for, well, blood. Pouches, bottles, some on the lower shelf styled like kiddie juice boxes...

Honestly, he's relieved to see it, and know he won't have to rely on talking one of these people around. He's tempted. Plenty in the fridge, but... wouldn't hurt to test what's available, right? See if it tastes and works the same?

You'll find him investigating the Goods.]

Current Location: tokyo

justicesfool

[The thing about being somewhere new is that usually, you were supposed to be able to use it as a fresh start. This... is not that. This is a place full of faces he knows - his own face, and Akechi's - and especially with the way the Mona who'd seemed like he was from his other life had reacted to him... it's giving him flashbacks of his record being leaked in Shujin. He keeps almost saying the wrong thing to people, too, used to everyone already knowing.

It's a while after all of that, and he hasn't risked going anywhere near Leblanc. He's scouted around a few places, though, and now he's wound up here at the arcade, playing a vicious game of Gun About. What can he say? It's good for getting rid of all that stress, without risking anyone walking in on him slaughtering shadows in a non-Joker-like way.

That said, even this isn't quite... right. He's too focused, for one thing. A bit too accurate. Nowhere near showy enough, either.

Poke him anyway?]

fogbornphantom

[It's a perfectly ordinary day in Tokyo, if you ignore the fact that Akechi just got done enduring a horrific, white palace with crumbling architecture, creepy tentacles everywhere, and scraps of memory locked away and scattered like puzzle pieces, culminating in battling a tentacled abomination to free Wakaba Isshiki's Shadow from the prison of her mind, and... well. A mother-daughter reunion is always nice, he supposes.

He's on the phone when he stumbles in, deep in the midst of a conversation.]

Isshiki-san's condition is stable, but we'll have to relocate her before he notices anything amiss. ...Yes, Dad, I'm all right. Not that I don't appreciate the concern, but-

[The signal cuts out, and... ah. The Velvet Room. And not the Velvet Room of his childhood, but... this one.

At first he bristles, eyes narrowed into a razor-sharp glare. He has half a mind to complain to Igor about locking him out, but all signs point to Ren's "Igor" being impostor, and... no. Wait.

Recollection flashes before him. With that recollection, he grimaces.]

...Of course I'd end up back here.

[He shuts his eyes, brings a hand to his face, and breathes in deeply. He was such a stupid tween, and if people connect him to said tween... Who even knows how much time has passed here?]

[ooc: Older version of

fogboundcrow for the funny. Some info on his profile. Yes, he's wearing a Shujin uniform.]

leonawriter

You open your eyes, and you find yourself in a blue room, music filling the air. When you look around, there are doors to each side - but there is also a desk in the middle of the room that draws your attention, and a man sat at the desk who has... a very long nose.

"Welcome," he says, "to the Velvet Room." He waves a hand, encompassing the space you can see before you. "This place exists between dream and reality, mind and matter. If you have any concerns about the world from which you have come, you can rest assured that you are not truly absent while you stay here. Still, you should use your time wisely, and form bonds with the others you find in a similar situation to yourself, as you never know where they might lead you! So please, feel free to explore."

The only question remains is this: Will you answer the call of a door that seems most familiar to you, or one that feels more unknown?

Current Music: Aria of the Soul

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