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]

[ Man who can't see shit stares down the disembodied voice. He's frowning anyway. ]

Can't say I don't appreciate the sentiment, but sorry isn't enough. I hope you realize you've interrupted a lot of lives making this kind of mistake.

[calamitish]

...definitely not.

[ Okay, he tried to speak quieter but that doesn't when you're magically amplifying your voice. ]

[calamitish]

[ Eep! He totally didn't jump a little, no siree. ]

I-I can't!

[diel]

[ aaa the noise, he's getting a headache from it!! when it finally stops so the man can speak, yoru's only confused, the pounding in his head an angry thrum. ]

But... who are you?

[frostlight]

You can't?

[She huffs. Seek forgiveness later, huh?]

You'd better explain what's going on while you have the chance.

[calamitish]

I know, but um. [ Gestures awkwardly with his staff. Look, he tried. ]

Uhhh...a castle.

[ocenon]

[ i know he's just sounding out the word but i immediately had to google the word in case i fucked up what i meant. crisis averted ]

It's hard not to be impressed, is it not? It's a breathtaking display of the accomplishments that led to them to acquire such beauty and elegance.

[ It's not explicitly a yes, but given the reverence in his tone, it probably isn't hard to see it as one. ]

[frostlight]

[He knows someone here? She blinks while he continues, because that changes things (maybe) with the pattern of strangerhood broken.]

Who?

[whileaway]

[Break takes in which statues in the line are pointed out and hums softly at the question, but makes no particular fuss about Cain not facing him to address him.]

I can’t say I’ve seen him, but I’m sure he’ll show up. There’s quite a few lost fellows wandering here.

Does “me” have a name?

[Why waste his time trying to read a potential-plaque on a statue, when the answer is standing right in front of him?]

[calamitish]

[ How many times is he going to jump in this encounter. Also what is with your outfit, is that a new form of court jester- ]

I-I would if I could!

[coldseep]

( feelings are for knowing not showing! )

Can we get something in apology? Like a pastry? A lot of them.

[frostlight]

Your worth. Is it so important what your father thinks of you?

[calamitish]

[ :(. ]

...sorry. [ Look at him go he's already repeating himself- ]

garden

[frostlight]

[With an appearance like that, it's hard to ignore him—even more so once he says what he says.]

Ants . . . ? Why?

[calamitish]

Well, yeah. That's what the bread was for.

[ You're welcome!!! ]

[uiscebeatha]

Yeah, he's a—

[ He almost says friend, but catches himself; Bradley might be right behind him (he's not, he'd probably catch a whiff of his cologne first), or at the other end of the promenade listening, and he respects him enough to realize that'd probably piss him off, so he says instead: ]

—an ally of mine.

[ ...

He turns to the direction of the voice, not quite looking at her, curious look on his face. ]

Do you know him?

[calamitish]

No. [ Blinking, owlish. ]

Did you thought you were?

[snakeblood]

"Sorries" don't fix anything.

[simulacres]

I'm not going to say what everyone's already said, but I agree with them.

[ send her back, this isn't something you can just say 'oops sorry', etc. ]

How do you mess up this badly?

[cleansheets]

Not good enough, you piece of shit--!!

[ If you think you see him literally shaking with anger? You're seeing correctly. ]

You made me leave him!!

[whileaway]

And what else would you put in the letters? If you’re trying to cut out the act of writing them for us.

[enough other people have asked about “fixing” it, so maybe he can be the one to go another direction.]

[calamitish]

[ !! Someone who's not screaming at him. He smiles, briefly. ]

..I was trying out a new spell.

[thesharpestroy]

Jesus--

[Shiv flinches at the loud noise, but the initial jumpscare fades into confusion at just who the hell this kiddo astronaut even is.]

Don't beat the shit out of him just yet. We might need him conscious to figure out what this is.

[calamitish]

Magical practice!

[ He hasn't been yelled at in 0.1 seconds so he's bouncing back! ]

[fourtuity]

[ Oh, she's done. She's absolutely losing her mind. ]

What the hell?! Screw this bullshit! A complete moron is doing the kidnapping this time? God damnit, tell me I can step on him!

[ BGM: COWBOY FUCKING SCREAMING IN THE SKY ]