#Jarmo is basically like. A barbie doll

[grokebaby]

Alright I'm gonna go over the basic premise of Jarmo's story

The setting this character comes from is very crucial so let me set the scene first. There's a mysterious hotel, known only as the Red Hotel - though sometimes it goes under different names. It's ultimately irrelevant. People get invited to have a full service stay there for an unspecified amount of time, for free. They may get the invitation from a reliable source or it may come in the mail randomly. But the people who do go there, usually don't come back and end up being mysteriously forgotten about. For good.

Jarmo here - referred to as the manager, seems to be the sole staff member you ever encounter there. Still, every basic need is magically tended to, somehow, even though by it's very nature, everything about the hotel seems.. Fake.

The plumbing connects to absolutely nowhere - but you still get water when you turn on the faucet. The storage is empty, but whatever resources a guest would want, like towels and snacks, just.. Appear when requested. Nothing costs money. You can't shock yourself on electricity - even if you tried to go out of your way to mess with the wires. Everything inexplicably just functions, despite logically not being able to. Like a dollhouse.

And that's the thing. The whole place runs purely on perception. It is a functioning illusion, the entire hotel. No location exists until you go there, food materializes upon your wish, and things work because they're supposed to, not out of any real world law. The hotel feeds on your belief of it's existence.

And so does the 'Manager'. Who is also, functionally, a living illusion, more than any flesh and blood. It doesn't seem to possess any individual thought, desire, or need. Even it's appearance is manufactured - you may misremember the color of it's eyes (thus, they're that), or remember a tie instead of a bowtie (so the accessory changes). And if you truly disillusion yourself into believing it doesn't exist, well, it may disappear entirely. (Well eventually ofc, since to make a mostly autonomous, living illusion to be convincing, it needs to have some amount of power to itself. And this hotel is it's territory.)

Of course as many fake things do, it has developed a self. Sorta. There's only so many life experiences, and living, breathing humans with memories you can meet, before it starts rubbing off on you.

And so Jarmo (who was spontaneously named by a guest), exists in this hotel that needs you to believe in it to survive. The reason guests never come back and end up forgotten? Their very life source is absorbed into the hotel. It needs something more substantial than illusion to keep existing. Because illusion can't exist without reality to source it from.

And that's the premise of Jarmo. The fake human in the fake hotel, who's accidentally developing a sense of self.