Mesdames et Messieurs, Voilà, C'est Vous

[lesmodsalouette]

Bievenue

You're wrapped in a soothing, all-encompassing darkness.

Well, perhaps not perfectly all-encompassing -- you can see some slivers of light here and there, just enough to realize that your current space is literally wrapped in something, and that you are a highly customized burrito at the mercy of an entirely too fluffy bed and set of blankets. Moreover: you are definitely not alone.

Depending upon the contents of your bed (two of you, waking up dressed exactly in what you wore last you remember back where each of you came from, in the exact same state as those last moments no matter how illogical or disjointed), it may not be comfortable or feasible to stay cocooned up for much longer. There's a low, muted GONG, GONGG coming from not far away, your bed creaks like a beleaguered ship in an unannounced storm, and it is joined by even more noises of movement beyond the bed canopy as you try to take stock of where you are.

Eventually, you either fall out of bed or drag yourself into this world: your new and strangely crowded personal rooms, the clock insistently sounding out the hour, and the halls and heraldry of the venerable Château Ambregris -- a lavishly decorated and fully furnished version of a more-or-less authentic French castle (assuming you know what France or a castle are).

Left to your own devices for the moment, you may find it helpful to explore the castle for your own purposes, check out the suspicious statues and personalized plaques in the Promenade of Reflexion, or perhaps to try to get to the bottom of the mysterious and frankly alarming amount of bread piled up in front of the place settings in the Banquet Hall. (Were you thinking of escaping? Any attempts to leave the property will be met with no forward progress at all, treadmill style). There's just about every kind of loaf, roll, boule, baguette, croissant or even animal-shaped bread you can think of stacked in baskets. There's absolutely nothing else save for plain bread, but at least you won't starve.

[OOC: Welcome to Château Ambregris, a perfectly normal castle receiving perfectly normal guests. Feel free to ask any questions in discord! The NPC Meet & Greet will be later today, March 8 at 6 PM EST/3 PM PST.]

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[uiscebeatha]

[ By the time Yoru finds his awareness, Cain's on his feet.

The sound of the struggle, the blankets as they move and sway on their own, general guess as to where someone might fall off a bed leads Cain seamlessly to Yoru's side. In the time it takes him to stride over, he doesn't feel the telltale shift in the air of someone standing up, so he makes a guess that whoever this is, is still on the floor. He'll look pretty stupid if he isn't, though.

He half-crouches and extends a hand to pull him up. ]

I could ask you the same. [ It's not testy, though. Just neutral. He has no idea who you are. ] I'm Cain.

[diel]

The past.

[antline]

I'm a fallen angel. A primal beast.






[he does not elaborate on this he just simply thinks this is adequate explanation]

later

[frostlight]

[She makes a slight face at the descriptor. Is he looking for . . . a beggar?]

No, I haven't seen anyone like that.

[distain]

Of course I am. [Her tone becomes a little distant, even cold. Evidently, they aren't familiar enough, since she seems to be closing herself off in a little protective cocoon.] I know what I'm worth to my father.

But such untarnished beauty is remarkable nonetheless.

[snakeblood]

[ This is more important: ]

.... And you're scared of ghosts?

[allrounder]

[ G'raha tilts his head in consideration, but shakes it. ]

I'm simply wondering why there is so much of it here... and what the purpose of this bread is in particular.

[ It's an odd choice to have so much of it as opposed to an assortment of food, after all. ]

Strange, isn't it, that they have yet to set anything out other than bread?

promenade

[frostlight]

[She recognizes the one, which makes his reaction all the more curious enough for Tia to pipe up.]

Do you know him?

[the_obedient_servant]

A little.

[ * It hasn't gone well in the past.]

I can't say I've ever made chocolate though.

[allrounder]

[ Extremely polite and extremely reminiscent of someone he knows back home— ]

Ah, you read my mind.

[ He was, in fact, worried about that. ]

You aren't concerned?

[whileaway]

The ones I can see are more for showing off than actual combat.

[Break wanders down part of the length room as he speaks, his footsteps light, belying his tone.]

A showy thing that couldn’t last when used is hardly what I would call “useful”.

[uiscebeatha]

[ He sure was!!!!

Cain's frown twitches deeper and he just so happens to brush past Yoonhee, shoulder bumping into his arm as he steps towards his plaque, leans over to get a better look at it.

He doesn't react when he pops into existence. But! ]

Hey... Where'd they get all this information? [ What th— ] Why'd they write snakes? Don't laugh?! Agh!

[ He leans back, hand on his face. Mostly to hide his cringing. ]

And you're laughing...

🤡

[smdr]

[ and jinx is the one around, her grubby hands digging through clown suit after clown suit after clown suit. funny way to pass the time, really.

with clover's call out, she lets out a very unconvincing: ]

Oh, yeah.

[ good? good! if clover turns around at that, she's gonna get the show of jinx waving a jester's hat in the air, only to be placed on a blue-haired head. ]

Check out the new hat.

[ so, like, no. ]

[snakeblood]

Like... everything about it? [ He can't really help with that. ]

Maybe you should just hit your head somewhere and hope you get amnesia.

[frostlight]

[She stews on that for a bit.]

I doubt that's what it is. Still, it's something to bear in mind.

[antline]

Not scared. It just...bothers me.

[Somehow....same with the dark................]

1/2

[snakeblood]

[ Well, he's stopped laughing now... ]

[antline]

If its heated, then I guess you won't get cold.

[...]

Do you like the water?

[littlegentleman]

A prison...

[He agreed with the sentiment. The wealthy people he had come across, well, they tended to live impractically but not like this. Too much simply didn't add up. When she puts it into that kind of perspective, though, his thoughts wander.]

Do you think...we were brought here to be punished for committing crimes?

[But then why give them such nice bedrooms and free run of the place at all?]

2/2

[snakeblood]

Touch me again and I'll kill you!

[frostlight]

[She arches an eyebrow, less interested in the statues as the seconds tick on by.]

And what's that?

[snakeblood]

What about it bothers you? [ Internally writing this down... ]

[simulacres]

Well, it’s not like we’ve ever been apart for that long…

[ yeah, she remembers passing out, but that was still near him. in hindsight, it was to be expected that they would end up together.

but that leaves ayaka feeling only more guilty. ]

If you were dragged into this, then it’s probably my fault. I was lying to you this whole time and now you’re here because of me… wherever here is.

[ because truly, where the hell is this. ]

[ocenon]

[ Richard returns the wave, but it slows as Cain's gaze clearly does not settle on him in any capacity. ]

I'm looking for a... companion of mine. [ it's hard to ascertain whether Cain's a Heroic Spirit or not, so for once he's somewhat cautious about the wording. ] Comes up to my shoulder, blonde hair, with glass...es?

[ He's just. Watching Cain miss him completely. What is going on here. ]

[allrounder]

[ Well, if they're not sharp... ]

Handicrafts? I find them an interesting point of research, however I cannot say I have any real skill in any of these disciplines.

[ He's been too focused on reading to ever take up any woodworking. ]

And yourself?