recolle | SPOOKY HAUNTS AND TRAILS

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WHO: the infamous nasty crimeboy, Akira Kurusu, and you!
WHERE: Places in Recolle
WHEN: Spooky Month of October
WHAT: EVENT STUFF and mundane stuff if it comes up. if you would like to plan anything, hit me up via

halloway or hei#2323 on discord.
WARNINGS: Persona 5 spoilers for last boss battle and late-game conspiracy unveiling. Will update when necessary!

NOTE!! You can leave an empty comment with the subject header of your choice or even RANDOM for something unlisted/miscellaneous (lighthearted) and I'll write the prompt. For nightmares, it may skip around and make no sense very much like how actual dreams are.

nightmares

[ When you enter the dream, you're engulfed by darkness until you hear a deep and unfamiliar voice. It speaks in a language you are most comfortable with. ]

The contract has been sealed...

You have agreed to provide the Trickster support
in his journey to oppose fate and seek change.

CASINO
It's filled with a variety of gamblers from talking fish to actual people. Shadows are also gambling? But they're aggressive due to their mass losses. There are several elevators and it seems like the treasure is on the VIP level.

If you choose to enter the CASINO, you may appear outside of the structure or on the first floor in costume and mask. Akira will accompany you in his Joker outfit.

VELVET ROOM
Are you a prisoner? Or a keeper? You can stand behind the bars with Akira, withstand the abuse and rebel alongside him, or on the opposite side—ushered by two wardens and a man with an elongated nose to carry out discipline. Rehabilitation is important.

If you choose to enter the VELVET ROOM, you may appear inside or outside the cell. Your attire will change into prisoner wear or officer uniform respectively.

MEMENTOS (SPOILER)
In the city of Recolle, you notice there's something strange. People walk past the blood red rain and the towering skeleton pieces. The irrelevant become forgotten. The forgotten vanish. Is it your hand that's disappearing? Or is it Akira's?

If you choose MEMENTOS, you'll be in your normal attire or in your underwear. Whichever your character feels less attractive in if you want. Once again, Akira is beside you.

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fog

[ Akira has been having a hard time with his nightmares. Some of them he remembers bits and pieces (all useless), but he's thinking a jog in the ungodly time where the thick fog rolls in is a good idea? Unfortunately not... He ends up running away from one of these three tormentors in his pajamas. What's with his luck?

As he looks behind him, he crashes into someone. Sorry. ]

TWIN WARDENS (SPOILER)
Their names are unknown to you, but they're two girls with silver hair with a single golden eye (an eyepatch covers the other). As attendants of the Velvet Room, they have this ethereal aura to them, even menacing as they shoot various skills into the fog.

"Come back here, inmate! You can't hide forever!"

"You're only delaying the inevitable."

IMPERIOUS ANGEL (SPOILER)
An angel appears with an abstract body shape. Wings scaling wide and halo spinning over its head, it spreads its several hands that hold instruments. With the rise of the triangle, the angel rings it with a clear ding. In a matter of seconds, a flash of light magic strikes near.

"I am what humanity desires. Why oppose me?"

You can hear the sneer in its voice.

GOLD PIGGER
This silver piggy bank may seem cute, but it's also massively large and rolls without end. What does stop it from rolling are valuable items. Throw something expensive and it'll take a break to appraise it with a series of oinks. The one in control is a half-fly guy throwing out some mad rhymes.

"Yo yo yo! You think you can just walk into my neighborhood and disrespect me like that, dawg?"

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wildcard

[ THROW ME WHATEVER! Baby haunts from the new ghosts or even the Retrospec Maze! Even anything normal. ]

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[ to your heart's content etc ]

[ Daisuke finds himself in high school, but from his ID it shows he's an incoming sophomore instead. Despite that, there isn't anything physically changed about him or the rest of his classmates. They're all familiar, their voices, too—if they didn't have a blatant X crossed over their faces, maybe it would be easier. Name tags are nowhere to be found, either.

They address him, they try to talk to him, and all those words are written out and float above their heads only to disappear. It's hard to keep track who is who; they come and go. Even if you start pinning names on them, their faces remain X'd out.

Despite that, everything seems normal. Even the background music is generally peppy. During his homeroom class, he'll find one in the back corner desk, twirling his pen in his hand with great dexterity. His face isn't X'd out. It's Akira. ]

[ Before anything else, it's the background music that tips him off that he's dreaming again. With all these going on, he can't tell if they're his or someone else's dreams. It's a little unsettling though, having to deal with people who have X's over their faces as they try to interact with him. He's been spewing excuses left and right to leave.

...

When he walks into homeroom, a sense of relief washes over him as he sees someone familiar that doesn't have an X blocking their face. Since this is a dream, he feels like he won't have consequences for ruining class, so-- ]

Akira!

[ He waves, not so stealthily at all. ]

[ Actually, the whole class welcomes Daisuke fine and even wave at him. The homeroom teacher even flashes a smile through their Xs. Slowly, they peel off, but when they notice that Daisuke is addressing Akira, the X plasters back on. The whole class faces forward before gossiping among themselves in hushed whispers, but the words still show up above their heads.

"How weird..."

"Why would anyone associate with him?"

"He's so gloomy all the time. Really dampers the mood."

"A true mood killer."

"Didn't he leave? He probably won't stick around again."

"I almost forgot what's his name. He never really talks, y'know?"

It takes a moment, but Akira does look over to Daisuke's direction in confusion. No one has called his name before. This should lead to a nice reunion, but... Unfortunately, Daisuke will find an X slowly forming on his own face as Akira turns away.

"Class is starting! Get in your seats." ]

[ It looks like causing a disruption during class won't work even in this dream. Daisuke feels uncomfortable doing so because he doesn't really want to stand out, so he sits down on the desk, trying to pry the X off his face.

He wonders though, why didn't Akira say anything? Why does the class seem to not like him so much? Akira didn't seem to be like what everyone was saying from his experience, so... why?

He feels a little anxious, sitting in his seat, waiting for the class to finish. He keeps an eye on Akira every now and then during class that he doesn't have the energy to pay attention to. ]

[ Weird enough, it rips off of his face with a noise akin to velcro straps. It feels like fabric in one's hands and no one questions it even when they see it right before their eyes. Time in class seems to go by really fast. The hand on the clock just winds forward and it's lunchtime already. Teachers swap during, teaching different subjects, before they clap to indicate it's time for their needed break.

Akira stays behind as the rest of the class leaves the class, bouncy and cheerful as ever. Their conversations show above their heads, but get fuzzier in the distance. Of course Daisuke has some students approach him, asking if he wants to go eat lunch with them? It seems like the Xs on these students' faces are peeling off slowly?

If Daisuke looks over, Akira is watching from the corner of his eye, head propped in his hand and elbow resting on his desk. ]

[ Suddenly he feels nervous when he notices that Akira is watching for no reason whatsoever. He gives a flimsy excuse to the classmates, saying that he has other things to do so that they can go ahead without him. While he waits for them to leave, he puts the X inside the desk that he's sitting at.

He wonders if it's a good chance for him to go over to Akira soon and hopes that he doesn't leave... ]

[ When that excuse is made, the classmates' decal stick right onto them. Akira, on the other hand, looks surprised as Daisuke makes a beeline to his desk. Did he do something wrong? There are only question marks over his own head.

Creeping in the corner of Daisuke's vision is that pesky X again, planning to cover his face once more. ]

[ Daisuke frowns when he sees the incoming X again. He thought he put you under the desk!! With a frustrated noise, he grabs the edge and tears it off before it could plaster itself onto his face again. After that he chucks it out the nearby window because he doesn't want it to come back.

... Anyway. He looks back at Akira with an exasperated look on his face. ]

What's with the X's?? And why did you ignore me? Isn't this a dream?

[ And that approach works like a charm. It doesn't seem to be creeping back up again at all since it's falling wistfully like a plastic bag ready to pollute the planet. Akira is still here, watching like that was nothing out of the ordinary. What he finds strange is that Daisuke is talking to him at all. ]

... I don't know who you are? And I'm not sure what you're talking about.

[ You're scaring him? He even looks away awkwardly, rubbing his neck like this is the worst situation he could be in. ]

Why are you even talking to me? Didn't you read what they said?

[ It's a strange dissonance. Daisuke has been so used to his dreams making him feel so meta by being self-aware in them. He's seen other people being self-aware in their own dreams/nightmares, so it confuses him to see that Akira... isn't. Maybe this is his own dream? He thinks that he's better off not being so self-aware so that the dream can play out nicely, but that isn't what's happening here.

He's at a loss for words for a brief moment, but he thinks back on what the others said. It makes him frown. ]

What they said doesn't... really matter.

[ When he sees Akira looking away awkwardly, Daisuke can't help but to do the same. It feels as if he just went up to a stranger and demanded something weird from them.

Well, it's lunch time isn't it. Daisuke glances at the clock and then looks back at Akira. ]

Do you want to eat lunch with me?

[ Sometimes you're aware, but have no control of yourself. This Akira is in that predicament. He knows there's something familiar about Daisuke, but he can't figure it out. When he says the first line, it raises suspicion...

Why? showers the room, but disappears when Akira has to find an answer. ]

I'm sure you have friends you can eat with...

[ It isn't a no. ]

[ Since it's a dream, he wonders if getting food is as easy as imagining them in his hands or rummaging through a desk that he's never touched before, like looting in video games. He'd feel bad about going through someone else's desk anyway. ]

But I'm asking you! That's okay with you, right?

[ Yes. It's as easy as imagining it. Whatever Daisuke had in mind as lunch appears right on Akira's desk. For two, especially. A bit surprised, he doesn't seem to find the food appearing strange... Just this whole ordeal. ]

Yeah... It's all right. Go ahead and take a seat?

[ But he doesn't seem to remember his name. ]

[ In contrast, Daisuke is the one that's surprised by the sudden food appearing. He borrows a nearby chair that probably belongs to someone else and sits. The food is a mix of non-sticky white rice, chicken salad on the side, chopped seasoned onions, and some thinly sliced fish cakes. A pair of chopsticks and a spoon are set up at each side neatly--all plastic to match with the plastic containers that the food is in.

Now that he settled into his seat. He just looks at the food and laments on how awkward he feels to the point that he can't look up at Akira aaaaaaaaa ]

[ The food looks good! But still doesn't surprise Akira. He doesn't... Touch it, however. Even if it's enticing him with its aroma alone, he keeps himself checked since this isn't his food per se.

He keeps his gaze down to the food, too. It's time to play the avoid Olympics. ]

... You seem nervous. Are you all right?

[ What happened to that boldness? ]

I... I'm fine. [ He tries to shake off the awkwardness that seeps into his bones, so he grabs the spoon. ]

Let's eat! You must be hungry, right?

[ It looks like he got his determination back--sort of. His expression says it all. It looks like he'll be force feeding Akira if he doesn't eat, tbh. ]

[ Kouhai... You don't seem okay at all. ]

I'm actually not that hungry, so go ahead and eat.

[ He'll nibble every once in a while, but he's content with just looking out the window and down at their meal. However, there's a foreboding presence by the class exit and entrance. ]

[ He doesn't think that went as planned. Daisuke is about to suggest something, but he has a bad feeling... He looks towards the door, with chicken salad mid-bite. After he swallows, he glances over at Akira. ]

Why do they keep saying those things about you?

[ By the door are some figures... They look like students, but their bodies are blackened opaque where only their beady eyes can be seen. Those eyes look dead, but also judgmental and snide. They seem... To not be happy. ]

Because I'm weird, I guess.

[ He's fast to accept it. ]

[ Daisuke raises an eyebrow at that. The people by the door seem a bit too freaky to look at, so he'll just pay attention to Akira. ]

That's so dumb... If anything, there have been weirder people in Recolle. I don't see why you have to be shunned for that.

[ He eats a bit more. The fish cakes are surprisingly good for something that popped out of nowhere. ]

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It's hard for people to accept that. It's easier to use a scapegoat.

[ He'll nibble on some salad now. It's pretty tasty, so he ends up nibbling some more than intended. For some reason, he isn't at all worried about the looming figures by the door, even if something like red spider veins spread into the classroom. The room... starts pulsing.

Like a headache or a heartbeat. ]

It's not their fault. I've been pushing them away, too.

[ ...

Daisuke feels like the pulsing is giving him a headache. There's a slightly distraught look on his face as he looks at Akira. He can't eat anymore because his surroundings are too concerning--IS IT REALLY THE TIME TO EAT RIGHT NOW?! ]

Why is the room...

This is happening because I have company.

[ It's a distorted way of seeing it... That having a friend or just someone that he can talk to in public is seen as an anomaly to the universe. This small yet necessary desire for companionship is wrong.

So the world is breaking, slowly. Even the people are turning strange. The veins continue to spread throughout the room before it becomes a bright red color. It's beating. ]

It's better if I'm alone, anyway. I'll be fine.

[ Daisuke squints. What kind of messed up dream is this--while Daisuke is of the opinion that dreams run with imagination and such, this seems... a bit painful. He doesn't see anything wrong with Akira's expression, seeing him calmly explain, but that's exactly what's wrong in this situation to him. ]

Isn't that a bit too much...?

[ Admittedly, Daisuke is internally freaking out over the change in their surroundings. ]

But don't you have friends already? And a boyfriend??

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