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Prompt 1: The Velvet Room — Witnessing Death

The boy was gone—replaced by something grotesque and terrible. His body convulsed into shadow, limbs stretched thin and too long, his scarf shredded into a black, tattered cape snapping like carrion wings.

He did not speak. He only listened, head bowed toward Igor like a student before a teacher. Yet even here, his presence lingered like a storm that refused to break, cold and heavy in the chest.

He wasn't attacking, wasn’t even moving much. But the entity’s existence weighed down on the velvet-draped air.

[OOC: This is just a brief encounter with 'Death' in his true form. He won’t linger long before he flees into the Doors—possibly chasing after Hamuko.]

Prompt 2 [Closed for Hamuko]: Drawn to the Moonlight Bridge

The pull came without warning.
At first, it was a quiet ache in his chest. Then, the tug grew sharper, pulling him away from the Velvet Room and out through one of its blue doors.

Before he knew it, his shadow-stretched body towered over steel beams and rushing water. The Moonlight Bridge spread out before him, eerily still. It was here—something in him recognized this place with bone-deep certainty.

The wind howled against his ragged cape. He tilted his head like he was listening for something—someone.

Prompt 3: Burger Epiphany

Somehow, against all odds, he had two hands again. A boy's hands. He stared at them for a long moment in disbelief before someone pressed a tray into them: a Wilduck Burger set meal.

He took a bite.
Then another.
Then his eyes went wide as though he had just bitten into heaven itself.

"This... this is the greatest thing I've ever tasted."

Was he about to cry over fast food? Maybe. (Feel free to sit with him, tease him, or tell him he’s overreacting.)

Prompt 4: First Day as a Boy Again

Ryoji was practically vibrating as he darted from Shibuya crosswalk to arcades to Inaba’s shopping district. Every sight, every sound, every little human thing was like discovering fire.

“Look! Look! There’s takoyaki! And—oh, you can pet cats here?! Wait, is that a UFO catcher machine—!?”

He was a whirlwind of enthusiasm, tugging anyone nearby to keep up with him. (Join him as he experiences 'first times' all over again—food, shopping, hanging out, karaoke, whatever fits. Or we can talk OOC on specific prompts)

Wildcard!

Literally just go ham and throw a silly at me! Post a TL here and I will match your pace teehee

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personavelvetroomdr

There's a new door in the Velvet Room, decked out in streamers and balloons and an ornate sign reading, Second Anniversary Celebration. Maybe you step through it. Maybe you think that's a bad idea, or you're too busy. Maybe you don't have a chance to see the door at all. Nonetheless, whether you've brought yourself or whether you've taken a step to find yourself transported against your will, you've found yourself in the party room.

Igor has provided the usual tables, chairs, and lavish spreads of food. This time, some of the food is already plated, with each tiny plate containing exactly two of an item: two cookies, or two canapes, or two dumplings, and so on. The forks for the fondue fountain are split, allowing you to dip two items at once, and every variety of mini-pizza has two toppings. The theme of twos extends to the decor: small tables set close together in groups of two, twinned streamers hanging from the walls, balloons shaped like the number 2 that cluster at the ceiling and float above tables. By the far wall, a shrine dispenses fortunes for the upcoming year in the Velvet Room—but, of course, always two at once. Who can say which is true? Is either true?

Unusually for Igor's parties, clusters of comfortable chairs sit a small distance from the rest of the party. You might be able to have something resembling a private conversation there. Even more oddly, ornately-framed full-length mirrors are set against the walls at regular intervals. If you're unlucky, the reason for those things will quickly become clear.

Everyone will receive a letter in their hand upon arriving in the room. In an elegant script, it says:

Welcome to the belated celebration of our second year together. We apologize for the delay, but we didn't wish to interrupt your summer vacation in Hawaii. We hope you had a wonderful time.

For some of you, the unlucky ones, the letter continues for another paragraph:

We're so proud of the bonds you have formed during your time here. To help you deepen them even more, we're encouraging you all to open up to each other today. Remember, candor and trust are key to deep, lasting relationships.

If you received the full-length letter, you only have to look down or catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror to spot it: one of your secrets, written on your chest for everyone to read.

It might hover there in glowing writing, or it might look like it was always part of the fabric, or it could look any other way that writing could manifest. Regardless, there it is, and nothing you do will hide it or get rid of it while you're in the room. If you cover yourself with a jacket or overshirt, the secret will appear on that instead. If you take off your shirt, it will reappear on your skin. If you try to hide, it will float over your head if necessary, visible to anyone who can see any part of you at all. It will only vanish from someone's sight if you yourself are completely hidden from them, and it will only disappear for good once you've left the room—but you might find that the door has disappeared.

Have a lovely time at the party, and as always, don't forget to bond with each other. That's why you're here, after all!

[[[Welcome to the anniversary mingle, but weird this time! To sum up, if you want one of your character's secrets to be revealed in a dramatic and involuntary way, you can optionally decide to write it on them during this event. You can also just have your characters hang out and gawk, point and laugh, try to comfort people, revel in their good luck that Igor let them keep their own secrets, eat the party food, etc.

The door will reappear for your characters whenever you want it to, or it might never vanish at all. That possibility is just there in case you want a reason for your character not to immediately run away.]]]

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And for the first time in what seems like ages and ages, Minato Arisato opens his eyes.

"...?"

A familiar shade of blue surrounds him, actually feeling somewhat comforting. Warm, even. Like the bright sun on a warm morning.

Warm... He's awake.

He's awake? Hang on, what's going on exactly? He was supposed to be...

Thankfully, his time leading into worry is cut off by Igor, who takes it upon himself to explain everything. The tension in Minato's chest relaxes as he realizes he hasn't truly left his place as the Great Seal.

...Good. That's good.

With a quiet sigh, he puts on his headphones, and with the sound of 'Full Moon, Full Life', he decides to take his first steps into the Velvet Room proper...

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Option 1: The Bulletin Board The first thing Minato sees is the bulletin board, filled with all sorts of information. A lot of it... nonsensical. Vampires and fae? Isn't that a little much?

He can't help but tilt his head as he sees mention of the countless versions of other people and the open debate about others still. Not to mention the arguments taking place on sticky notes and... Isn't that kinda pointless? Makes him tired just thinking about it.

But still, he reads it with a quiet attention, making sure to look for the important details. This actualization and Dr. Maruki-related stuff sounds like bad news...

Option 2: Iwatodai Dorms Naturally the first place Minato thinks to go after reading the board is home. Or at least, the place he considers home. He doubts everyone is here, but it'd be nice to see anyone familiar. Aigis, Yukari, Junpei, Mitsuru, Akihiko, Fuuka, Ken, Koromaru, anyone. Just... he would like to see them again.

He pulls down his earbuds as he walks in front of the dorm's front doors, and he stares at it for a moment before taking a quiet breath, and moving forward to turn the handle.

Option 3: Moonlight Bridge He's not sure why he finds himself here, really. Why he's come back to this place after all these years. He feels numb when he's here, and he can't really explain why. Why he feels that way, and why he bothered to come back

The wind blows slightly as the sun begins setting in the distance. Maybe he's afraid that he only has one day to be here, and that this is the last chance he has for any kind of closure or something. But what is closure, really? How do you get closure? This is where a lot of tragedy happened. A lot of it. Personal tragedy, and...

...He doesn't know. Does he care? He's not sure he does. All he knows is that he thinks that maybe it was pointless coming here.

And yet he stays for some reason, blankly staring off into space

Option 4: Wild Card! Have another idea? Don't be afraid to come up with one and post!

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personavelvetroomdr

Someone please, someone please shoot. The gun is right there, save me, there's so much blood. there's so much. SHOOT THE DAMN GUN! The gun in my hands, the gun at my chest. I am nothing but a tool. I am nothing but a fool. i bring destruction to all those around. Ren! "Ren!" why did he turn away? Her voice, why wasn't it making any sound. Her legs couldn't move. She was stuck in place. Why was she trapped? What was this all? She just couldn't get out of this place. There was a thousand walls, there was a thousand doors. There was blood filling the ground. She wasn't entirely sure what it was made of anymore. please, please, please, someone free her from this hell.

She sat up in her bed, a scream leaving her. She was shaking and her eyes darting around the room as she tried to figure everything out. She wrapped her arms around herself, reaching for her personas. The fear of starting another palace. The comfort of them responding to her, gave her enough to get out of bed. She needed to piece things together a little more as she wandered the apartment. Goro was out. That much was apparent. She would bet Ren was out too.

She couldn't even finish pouring her coffee before she went down to her knees on the kitchen floor and cried. Something felt wrong. Every tear a reminder of what she felt. Every second the worst feeling. She had let everyone down. You will not last long like this, my dear.

She decided to pull herself up. She needed to listen to that voice. She couldn't cause herself to have a palace, no she didn't want people to see her secrets. She couldn't handle that. They would all leave her for the twisted things she did. She needed to keep the mask on. There was things she didn't even want those closest to her to know. She was going to hide all that away for later. She had things to do, and one of them was to get her mind off this.

Option one: Come up for air and choke on it all

Futaba took her bag to the store, she needed to get her head back together. Things for dinner was a good start. She had a list of things that Ren used to cook. She was methodically going through the shelves and making sure everything was the exact thing he had gotten, because he obviously knew what was best.

The air outside was a nice breath of fresh air and she felt slightly better, there was still something nagging at her. She couldn't put her finger on it, but she could go out and get some tea to see if that handled it. She was just going to head to the shop nearby. It'll be okay, just focus.

She didn't mind the small voice in her head, even if it didn't sound familiar. She was used to her personas speaking up when she was stressed. Ren was back, Goro was here, things were fine, so why did she have this feeling of she needed to run.

Option two: I've got a ghost in the hallway grinning

Futaba was throwing knives at some tree, it was obviously used for this a lot, it showed some signs of healing. She was deep in thought. Each knife hitting perfectly where she was aiming. Her hair was laying out, not pulled up like normal. She was almost certain that there was nothing else that had mattered in the world, nothing else that should have brought her this level of panic. She was just making these knives hit the dot on the tree, one after another, perfectly spaced out.

She went to grab the knives and try again from further back, it was too easy for her to be in her head. She couldn't help but throw one a bit too hard into the wood, it was going to be stuck for a while, but she still had pretty good aim, even as she started wobbling. She couldn't fall down again, but her eyes didn't have a spec of life in them, it would be easy to mistake her for a cognition.

She took a breath finally wanting to come out of it, but the real world felt too loud, too much. That's it just relax. She still couldn't tell what that voice was, but it brought her comfort. She did however notice that there was a lack of call from one hers. That would be something she would have to deal with later. She was fairily certain that it wasn't a palace anymore.

Still her eyes glazed over as she threw another dart that stuck once again. She took a breath to center herself before throwing another. It at least, didn't stick as hard in. If someone wanted her attention now was the time to get it, it seemed the haze had lifted for a moment.

Option three: I don't know why you love me I'm a danger

She was down in mementos, it seemed she was just wandering without a point of direction. It was different than last time. She felt strong enough to take anything, even the reaper, herself. She was taking down shadow after shadow, using a persona she hadn't shown off before. It wasn't one she was very familiar with either. It had tentacles down to her, it was a much smaller persona than her Necronomicon. There was glittering stars as it reached down to hold onto her. It seemed to be supporting her but no one could tell if it was a good thing or bad. She wouldn't even try to dodge the attacks sent her way if she hadn't killed the shadow, her shoulder was bleeding, there was an obvious limp as she swayed one way or another.

She didn't know where she was heading, it was taking a lot for her to snap out of this, there was a voice she needed to follow. There was something about her that felt off. On closer look she was covered in bruises, and her outfit was torn in several more places. Her eyes were glazed over. It seemed like she was speaking to someone, or something, but the only thing in sight was her persona and the shadows she was decimating.

Information: What if the diamond days are all gone? (Locked to Sunflowren and Frog)

There is a text from Futaba's brother, she was acting strange, taking trips to mementos a lot, but she isn't coming back unharmed, but she acts like she is.

Option four: nice try, no dice

You can also see her wandering around the city, seeming to be too happy, it was not the same as an actualization. There was something off about it though. It felt like the detective prince if anyone approaching her had experience with that side of their Goro.

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personavelvetroomdr

This was not a room she had seen before, but there was something that told her she was at a metaverse type area. Just the large empty room. Well not empty, there was a desk, and a... strange man, what was up with his nose being that big? Was he a shadow? He certainly wasn't human. She had just fallen asleep and she was pretty certain this was a dream. It was maybe Karma from their actions today. She had no regrets about it still. Being talked to like that was still made a shiver run down her spine. She was still pissed over him, mostly for Haru.

1) As if you are conquering my dreams

She was directed to the board for many answers about this place, and she got some. The name her eyes fell on was Haru, there was two of them. What was the chance that one was Rose. That would at least bring her some comfort. She had decided that this wasn't a dream at this point. She needed to figure things out. The guy, Igor, was right, this board had a lot of information. Akira/Ren were the same person but they had different names. She had to guess based on the names, none of them were hers, she didn't know what name he would take, but none of the descriptions matched. She sighed as she finally took in the last of the details, including the large amount of notes attached to it. She played with the ends of her hair. She needed to get herself together.

2) Like clockwork beneath the permafrost

What helped Ann the most. Figuring out where to live. She had initially went to the apartment her parents had. Well, where she lived. There was someone already there. But when she tried to leave, the person wished her well, and left. It was pretty obvious that it was a cognition, but not sure why there was so many here, maybe this is what Haru meant when she said "You are real." She had dealt with so many of these that seeing someone who used personas was a big shock.

Now that she had her place, even if she felt weird about it, she needed to decorate. So she made her way to the market. She was loading up a basket of things for her to take back and set up. There was a rose on sale and she grabbed one, not knowing how long she was going to be here, it would be nice to have something to remind her of the gardening club.

3) Won't you show me how to dance forever?

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mark posting in

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Per the dw_news post regarding the MS/TN blocks, we are doing a small code push shortly in order to get the code live. As per usual, please let us know if you see anything wonky.

There is some code cleanup we've been doing that is going out with this push but I don't think there is any new/reworked functionality, so it should be pretty invisible if all goes well.

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A reminder to everyone that starting tomorrow, we are being forced to block access to any IP address that geolocates to the state of Mississippi for legal reasons while we and Netchoice continue fighting the law in court. People whose IP addresses geolocate to Mississippi will only be able to access a page that explains the issue and lets them know that we'll be back to offer them service as soon as the legal risk to us is less existential.

The block page will include the apology but I'll repeat it here: we don't do geolocation ourselves, so we're limited to the geolocation ability of our network provider. Our anti-spam geolocation blocks have shown us that their geolocation database has a number of mistakes in it. If one of your friends who doesn't live in Mississippi gets the block message, there is nothing we can do on our end to adjust the block, because we don't control it. The only way to fix a mistaken block is to change your IP address to one that doesn't register as being in Mississippi, either by disconnecting your internet connection and reconnecting it (if you don't have a static IP address) or using a VPN.

In related news, the judge in our challenge to Tennessee's social media age verification, parental consent, and parental surveillance law (which we are also part of the fight against!) ruled last month that we had not met the threshold for a temporary injunction preventing the state from enforcing the law while the court case proceeds.

The Tennesee law is less onerous than the Mississippi law and the fines for violating it are slightly less ruinous (slightly), but it's still a risk to us. While the fight goes on, we've decided to prevent any new account signups from anyone under 18 in Tennessee to protect ourselves against risk. We do not need to block access from the whole state: this only applies to new account creation.

Because we don't do any geolocation on our users and our network provider's geolocation services only apply to blocking access to the site entirely, the way we're implementing this is a new mandatory question on the account creation form asking if you live in Tennessee. If you do, you'll be unable to register an account if you're under 18, not just the under 13 restriction mandated by COPPA. Like the restrictions on the state of Mississippi, we absolutely hate having to do this, we're sorry, and we hope we'll be able to undo it as soon as possible.

Finally, I'd like to thank every one of you who's commented with a message of support for this fight or who's bought paid time to help keep us running. The fact we're entirely user-supported and you all genuinely understand why this fight is so important for everyone is a huge part of why we can continue to do this work. I've also sent a lot of your comments to the lawyers who are fighting the actual battles in court, and they find your wholehearted support just as encouraging and motivating as I do. Thank you all once again for being the best users any social media site could ever hope for. You make me proud and even more determined to yell at state attorneys general on your behalf.

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