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[The full moon seems a little larger than usual as it rises in a clear sky on this warm night. And as it rises, some very small occurrence seems to take place.]

[All those in Prospero share three material objects in common: their phones, the card of their personal Arcana, and a key. It is the third of these items that seems to respond to the moon's rising tonight; the small metallic item glows faintly and seems to almost vibrate.]

[If in the course of one's actions it should be brought near the door of their assigned hotel room, a small keyhole will appear that most definitely was not there before. It seems to fit the silver key perfectly, and should one turn it in the newfound lock and open their door?]

[They will not find a hotel room at all. With a bright flash of light, they will find themselves transported to an elevator they may have seen in their dreams, or perhaps they haven't yet experienced it. The music is as present as ever, but only Elizabeth stands in her usual place with Igor nowhere in sight.]

[She smiles in the usual mysterious way, as if she'd expected this all along and you haven't merely stumbled in without warning. In the usual high-pitched and formal yet relaxed voice, she speaks:]

Welcome to the Velvet Room.

[You will immediately find that unlike the past few times, this is no dream. You can move and speak freely--in fact, the expectant stare her gold eyes fix you with implies that Elizabeth expects you to.]

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Whooooooaaaaaaa! Is this like a VIP club or something?

Hey yourself. I have a couple questions, but first off, what did you need to pull me over here for?

Um, hi there. [She blinks and looks around, before looking at the woman again.] You're... Elizabeth, right? Where's, um, Igor?

One can think of it as a club reserved for the most important persons, in fact.

[She doesn't seem exasperated by the assumption; in fact, Elizabeth's voice is quite eager.]

I did not call anyone here tonight. If you used the key gifted to you, then you came of your own accord. Did you not?

[Her eyes were quite like Diarmuid's, in some regards. It made him wary.

Aengus' own gaze remained fixed on her as he stepped closer.]

It is late for practical jokes, milady. What is it that thou desires?

That is my name indeed, miss April Sinclair. My master is, however, out at the moment.

Okay, sure, you got me there. Still, it's kind of like a big blinking DO THIS sign.

Jokes...? I'm afraid I'm not sure what you mean. Did you not come here of your own will?

This place is seriously swanky! It's like I'm a celebrity!

[She starts wandering around looking at things.]

...true enough. I cannot fault thee for that.

But this place was not here before for me to come to. Or was it simply that I could not see the way to it?

I have a question.

And yet the choice to not 'do this', as you say, was entirely yours.

Ah, we have a very clever guest among us tonight. [She clasped her hands together for a moment, wholeheartedly pleased.] It is indeed the latter of the options you've presented.

This place has always been 'here'--that is, it has always existed in this realm in which we now stand. Between dream and reality, mind and matter...that is this Velvet Room.

Oh good.

Now I'm hallucinating, too.

... I shouldn't be surprised that you know my name. And just April is fine...

... Is it okay if I ask you something?

I may not have an answer. Or I may have one and simply will not give it. Or perhaps I will give it without restraint.

An honored guest to the Velvet Room may ask all their heart desires, or they may not. That comes down to the guest's own will and choices.

Do you know why my card says 'Death'?

You flatter me, milady. And I thank thee for your invitation then, for I presume that was the purpose of the key's glow.

[She lives in a blue world. All day and all night, everything she sees is just blue, like her, inside and outside--]

[Woah there, getting a little meta. But no, seriously. Everything is blue.]

Hm...

I am Elizabeth, a mere assistant in this room.

Ah, the key...There is a full moon above tonight, isn't there?

Hmm...? A hallucination, you say--I wonder what it is you are seeing. Perhaps I have abnormally large ears, or six arms.

Do you serve drinks here? Are they all blue too?

I am Aengus; he who is called by many 'the young', though I suspect you may know that already if you or those you serve sent me this key.

There is indeed. There is a soft beauty to it that draws the eyes most pleasantly.

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