[ It's not as if Aerith has never seen a car before. But when she wakes up, it takes her a moment to realize that she's in one. The first few moments of her life in the Golden Peacock Resort are spent looking around the inside of the place, peering out of the windows until she feels comfortable in deducing that yes, she's in a parking lot somewhere, which means that yes, this is some kind of incredibly fancy car. Far, far too fancy for a girl from the Slums, at any rate.

The second things that draws her attention is her clothing—or lack thereof. While the material of the robe is opaque from the waist up, it's otherwise sheer, lacy, and it's entirely too noticeable that she's not wearing anything underneath.

At least it's a cute color, she thinks. For now, she'll do what she can and nab a cloth napkin from the bar, laying it over her lap as she tries to figure out what exactly to do next.

It's only then that she finally realizes she's not alone. Aerith blinks, and then offers a smile to her surprise companion. ]

Hi! Do you, um... happen to have any idea where we are?

[ Given that their state of dress is just like hers, it's a long shot. But she has to try, right? ]

[ Okay, so it's not exactly the most comfortable dress she's ever worn. The lace and the gems are all scratchy, and it seems like they want to attack her every time she so much as moves, especially if she makes the mistake in drawing a bare arm in front of herself, or to her sides, or pretty much anywhere. Plus, hair hair feels like it's pulled back a little too tightly—she'll no doubt have a headache, later on. But... well, she also feels like she can't really complain. The only thing she's ever worn that was even close to this fancy was the lovely dress that Madam M provided for her, and just like her favorite hair ribbon, she's entirely without that, here. And if she's going to be a part of this party, then she needs something proper to wear, right?

Right.

That's why, despite the apparent discomfort of the thing, she finds herself moving around the place with a smile, greeting people and indulging in the various foods and drinks the place has to offer. ]


2.5. It's Getting Bubbly
[ She even goes so far as to try the special champagne, laughing in surprise as it carries her off into the air—and then gasping with the same laughter as she's unceremoniously dumped right in someone's lap. ]

Oh!! I'm so sorry! [ she exclaims, and then another warm, bright peal of laughter escapes her, part-shocked, part joyous at the absolute silliness she has just experienced. ]

(( OOC note: to make this more random, please spin the wheel to determine what Aerith ended up with! if you want, I'm happy to spin the wheel for you too. ♥ ))

[ Well, if she's going to be here for however long the resort has determined she will be, she may as well have some fun, right? At a quick glance, the sex toy roulette looks like it might just be the safest place to start. No awkward dice rolls to contend with, no probing questions, none of the difficult dynamic changing that might come with the 1 or 11 game. All she needs to do is spin a wheel, win a prize—and sure, it may be something embarrassingly kinky, but she can deal with that later.

What she doesn't expect is the message that shows on her watch within moments of winning.

Aerith's head tilts, and she considers her prize. ]

Oh. Hm...

[ Later, Aerith will argue that she didn't drink enough at the party to suffer a hangover the next day—and yet, when she wakes up in bed once the party is over, there's a dull ache at the back of her head as if she did.

Entirely naked—her dress from the night before draped haphazardly over a nearby chair—she sits up, groaning slightly; one hand lifts the sheets to her breast for modesty, the other goes to her head, cradling it against the light and the pain. ]

Ugh.

[ She sits like that for a moment before she straightens up, finally allowing herself to take in her surroundings. A tray of breakfast, a bag labeled with "Hangover Kit"—

and of course, another hotel guest sharing the bed with her.

Aerith likes to think that she's pretty good at dealing with awkward situations, but then again, she's never had to deal with this...

Still, she offers a smile, reaches for the tray and tugs it a little closer to them. ]

Are you feeling okay? It looks like there might be stuff here to help.

I'm totally open to any wildcard starters using any of the other prompts, including the other games and even the high-ranking lounge. if you have questions, feel free to hit me up at denouements. PM, or on Discord!

as of yet I have not completely decided which canon-point I'll be pulling Aerith from; it will likely be somewhere during the Remake/Rebirth series but as to where exactly I'm not sure. the answer may naturally unfold itself during prompts with castmates, or I may decide later. ♥