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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[siffriend]

[ How... many people are going to be sneaking up on him. The day has yet to begin. Siffrin turns at the voice, reminded of Bonnie the moment he sees them (a child, child sized and rounded face, maybe not pre-teen but somewhere about that) and pauses, a small smile growing on his face. ]

I'm... used to instruments, like this. On a smaller scale. But the way they work is the same.

[ The large telescope, anyway. The astrolabes are about what they'd expect to find. ]

Though I don't think it's much help anyway. The charts don't map any sky I've seen before.

solarium

[smdr]

Hah. Not the first time I've heard that one.

[ yes, maybe he didn't mean her. or maybe he did mean her? either way, she can't help the kneejerk response, amused, as she lifts a foot to tip over a chair slightly.

back straight... to tip it over again... until it falls over with a thud. ]

Whoops.

[ she's beating the allegations ]

[siffriend]

[ (You are

insanely bad at your job, aren't you! So many people are catching you by surprise! This is why you kept dying, Siffrin!)

The thoughts remain to themselves and they smile sheepishly, nodding. ]

I was, um, in the middle of something before I woke up here, and everything's... very patterned. It's a little much.

[allrounder]

I recognize one. A dear friend of mine, in fact.

[ Though G'raha has yet to see him... hopefully he's alright, and they'll run into one another sooner or later here. Sooner would be much prefered. ]

There is... another, too, though I believe all they share is a name.

[ He smiles, a quick quirk of his lips. ]

[calamitish]

[ Gong.Gong. GONG.GONGGONGONGONG.

All at once, every single clock in the Château and villa goes off. It might be an enjoyable sound if it was only one or two, but as it's every timepiece simultaneously, all with different sized gongs and chimes, it's one discordant, dissonant, inharmonious cacophony.

Mind your ears and then mind your feet, as you'll feel the sudden need to head to the ballroom. Were you here already? Then maybe you noticed a mousey looking young man enter a little while ago and climb the steps to the orchestra balcony. He's clad in tan plain looking robes with tawny short hair cut to a bob, a tall wooden staff in one hand. His light lavender eyes dart around as a crowd slowly gathers, and when it looks like everyone is here he'll speak.

His voice is sonorous in volume but not at all in tone, and everyone in the room will hear it crystal clear, regardless of where they stand. ]

Umm, hey there! Sorry for the noise, I wanted to write you all letters first, but there's so many of you that my hand would definitely cramp so I figured this would be better?

[ He doesn't sound too sure, but it's the effort that counts, surely. ]

You're probably wondering why you're here, right? I can answer that.

It's umm. My fault.

Sorry.

[ That's that, and everything is forgiven. Right? ]

Tulip

[thesharpestroy]

[Shiv wakes up, and finds she really has to pee. Unfortunately, the door to the powder room is locked. Great. In annoyance, she knocks insistently waiting for the damn thing to open.

It's then Scarlet walks out, and she lets out a passive-aggressive:]

Took you long enough. What's got you fighting for your fucking life in there?

[The boy does look a little pale, so maybe he was genuinely sick. Still, he has personally inconvenienced her. How dare he.]

[siffriend]

[ F to Chloe.

But-- stars, what a warm welcome? Siffrin pauses in the doorway, then steps out and shuts it behind them. Let them just... scurry over to shake Cain's hand, which is what they presume this is. ]

Siffrin. I guess so. [ To both. ] You don't seem very bothered, though.

[distain]

Pardon me?

[siffriend]

[ ... Okay. ]

Can you fix it?

[snakeblood]

[ .... Just don't get close to him, other child. ]

Hmm. [ Scrolling through his memory about the plaques. ] You might be one of the more normal ones. Unless you want to declare something?

[calamitish]

[ Totally okay! ]

...e-eventually?

[ Totally okay. ]

[frostlight]

[No, this is not better.]

Return me this instant.

[thesharpestroy]

Yeah, uh, kidnapping isn't exactly a scenario you can "my bad!" your way out of. Where the fuck are we?

[siffriend]

By tonight?

[ Buddy. ]

[allrounder]

Mentally, I'm quite a bit older than twenty-four.

[ There's no reason to hide it, at least as long as he doesn't have to go into specifics here. He'd much rather not have to explain all of that.

Besides— ]

Missing? Your memories, I presume?

[siffriend]

[ Whoa... What a zen way to look at it. ]

... The world's been downsized to just you and the crumb. A little slice of heaven.

[ Haha. Slice.

It isn't sliced. The point. Whatever. ]

[cleansheets]

[ Okay. So here's a young man in a space suit, looking extremely pissed. He is rushing towards the balcony, too angry to find the stairs to get up there himself just yet, but still needing closer proximity to this guy to yell. ]

Put. Me. Back.

[snakeblood]

Not forgiven.

[siffriend]

[ Whoa. ]

Sure, but what's a robot?

[ocenon]

[ He's only managed to comb through the first floor of the palais, so he just blinks as she mentions the statues in mild confusion. ]

The former. Have you seen something that matches that description?

[ Thing, not one, since she mentioned the statues. Weird... ]

[caporegrimme]

When something is your fault, it's your responsibility to take measures to amend your mistakes. Go ahead.

[And by 'go ahead', he means 'return us home', of course]

[frostlight]

[She huffs.]

If it's punishment, there's at least a dozen others who are more suited to be here than me.

[It isn't like her list of crimes is blank, but there are far worse and shameless people out there. At the very least, they should be condemned alongside her.]

[littlegentleman]

We weren't brought here on purpose?

[oncefallen]

I certainly appreciate your candor on this front. But would you mind explaining just how that came to pass?

[Like, he's not MAD, but.]

[allrounder]

Would you care to explain what happened?

[ He's willing to give this guy a little bit of leeway... only because he's accidentally teleported people himself. ]