tornheart | Visits of Velvet

A: Between the conscious and the unconscious...

It happens so fast you don't have time to dwell on it.

At first, you're sleeping in your room. As you drift into slumber, you suddenly find yourself facing a blue-colored desk with an ancient-looking computer and screen. If you try to move, the chair squeaks loudly - that thing definitely needs a little bit of grease to function properly. Some chairs have rips and tears, leaking fluff, missing buttons and are generally badly in need of repair. Looking around will reveal rows of such desks all around you, with everyone in their own little blue-colored cubicle. There are large windows to the outside too, but it's impossible to see - there's way too much fog outside. Phones and other electronic devices don't appear to be working either if you had them on you.

It won't take too much time for you to notice that everyone is dressed business casual. A tiny little empty plaque holder sits on your desk, along with scattered letters from what appear to be Scrabble pieces that could form your name (or an anagram if you're feeling like it), and a number written on a post-it. You can turn your machine on, but it will take a while to be useful. Best to look around the place to see what else is here while the message saying that it's preparing the booting up screen chugs along.

The entire floor is pathetically barren for the most part. The theme of color continues with the dark blue walls, the visible ceiling pipes and the shaggy blue carpet, which is, thankfully, free of stains. If you do bother to look around during the next ten minutes, either chatting with others or walking around, you may notice two more rooms.

First, there’s a dining area with a single coffee machine. No way will this be enough for anyone to get their coffee fix. Not that they could, as there doesn't appear to be coffee anywhere. Or cups. Or spoons. Just a poor, lonely, coffee machine, empty cabinets and a fridge that isn't even plugged in.

The second is a large gathering room. You know that’s what it’s mean to be thanks to the clumsily taped sign on the top of the room's opening in near perfect handwriting. No chairs, just an empty room with no door....and a portrait of a strange man hung in the back. To its credit, despite the face and nose possibly giving you nightmares for the rest of your life, this portrait of Igor may be the most expensive looking thing in the entire floor. The mahogany frame, is enhanced by the carved butterflies around it.

B : The Talk

Eventually there is a message over the intercom to everyone. The voice is neutral, seemingly devoid of emotion. It's still hard to hear due to the glitchy sound and skipping noise.

"Att...tion. If you cou...all please come ..t....Gather... room. Thank you."

As the crowd moves into the aptly-named room, those that stay out of it will eventually find themselves being pushed by invisible boundaries into it. Once the last person is in, the voice from the intercom finally makes herself known with a polite cough. Dramatic entrance or just perfect timing? The blue, black and gold business suit somehow manages not to clash with her blonde hair and bright yellow eyes. Next to her is another individual who's also dressed in a similar suit, black hair and the same pair of yellow eyes, a small smirk and a glint in his eyes and a giant wad of papers on a wood board a golden pen in his hands.. They've already met them in a dream but now seeing them in person is an entirely new experience. They look...like models, and a lot more expensive than anything else here.

"Welcome to your first team meeting, team," she greets them, eyes darting at the group while she continues to talk. "I am Mary, and this is my brother, William. You will have to forgive us for the lack of space - normally the Velvet Room only has a small number of Guests at a time. You are all very different than that, due to the circumstances. I hope you will all get along - for your sake's anyway..." She stops to adjust her glasses and crosses her arms. "Now then, I'll make this brief. This place exists between the conscious and unconscious and takes the image of what is most suitable for the tasks ahead. In your cases, an office. As per the contract you all signed a few weeks ago, we are here to assist you with your personal growth. In exchange, you are to prove to us your willingness to change this world."

"It's no small task," William adds, finally speaking up. His voice is much deeper and relaxed than his sister's. "But our Master has faith in all of you . It will not be the same for everyone of course, but each of you has a role to play. My sister and I are here to aid you as the Velvet Room's Humanoid Resources. I am most eager to begin my duties."

"While you may have many questions, we unfortunately cannot answer all of them. This journey is also your own and those of the Velvet Room are tasks with watching, not interfering."

William just nods and shrugs is elbows.

"That being said, we will do what we can. The first round of questions is opened to the floor."

[OOC: IF you have a question for the Velvet Room’s residents, please go post it in the appropriate section in the post below. The rest of the prompts can be between yourselves!

The requests will be starting in a few weeks.]

Threaded | Flat

[Both Mary and William are willing to answer some questions...but as stipulated by the rules of the Velvet Room, they can't tell you everything. And try not to yell everything at once!]

Edited 2017-06-15 04:32 (UTC)

A - Unconscious and Conscious

[The first thing Chikusa does once he's quickly assessed where he is and who's around him is strip.]

[Not completely, but he looks down at his blazer and tie with vague distaste before tugging both off and flinging them off. If they land on you, uh, sorry, although Chikusa certainly won't apologize.]

[His second course of action is to roam around the place, expression blank and tired in contrast to his quick shuffle. It's a path that eventually leads him over to the coffee machine where- oh, he's just. Grabbing it.]

[You might want to try and stop him because it sure looks like he's ready to just break the damn thing. You'd think he'd look more aggravated to fit with the action, but.... Nope. Still as blankfaced as usual.]

B - The Talk

[Chikusa does not want to go have a talk by being dictated by strange voices he doesn't know, and which, quite frankly, he's doubtful they'll get any answers from. Luci, after all, hasn't answered shit. So he quite notably is one of those who refuses to go along with it, lounging quietly. And when some invisible force starts to herd him along?]

[He straight up just settles down on the floor.]

[Feel free to just.... enjoy the show as the force patiently pushes him across the floor while he very pointedly doesn't bother to be helpful at all.]

You can check out any time you like...[A]

The computer and the plaque were ignored completely after given a brief glance when Genda gets over that moment of his body figuring out what just happened in regards to going to sleep and suddenly being here. Instead he's up and out of the annoyingly squeaky chair and roaming what limited space there is. It doesn't take long to actually investigate the few rooms this office building has to offer, thus if you hadn't stopped him during said investigation you'll find him staring out one of the large windows and as close to looking agitated as someone who's default expression is frowning.

"There are no doors..."

Hiding in the Shadows of a Lie [B]

It wasn't that Genda didn't have questions, but after everything that had been told or hinted at when Luci had decided to be 'helpful' he wasn't exactly going to jump into that particular trap of potentially vague answers and agitation from what was given. Instead he managed to find a relatively not so crowded corner and just watches as others ask or shout questions and accusations at the pair.

Lay them out for all to see. [Wildcard]

((As always hit me with a prompt if you have one, and I'll match whatever you feel comfortably doing between prose or brackets.))

[Speak to your Velvet HR]

Chikusa Kakimoto - ota

Koujirou Genda ll OTA