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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[antemeridian]

[ ... informative. ]

And what does that mean, exactly?

[snakeblood]

Humans die everywhere you know.

[calamitish]

[ ! ]

What do you want?

[whileaway]

As fun as more apologies from you would make the loud guy over there, I think an explanation to what you were trying to do would work better.

[antline]

It's okay.

[#nonplussed]

When will we be leaving?

[calamitish]

...really? Oh, uh, you're welcome!

[ He doesn't know how to take that. ]

You can just call me Witch!

[simulacres]

Okay, Witch, where's your teacher? Don't you have one?

[perfectpower]

[Suddenly this man who has not really spoken to anyone else comes out of nowhere to be rude.]

Why the hell did you do that? You didn't even ask!

[diel]

[ yoru flinches away from the hand at first. it's a man with reddish-brown hair, he realizes. a man he's never seen before and his aim is just slightly off. he doesn't seem to be staring directly at yoru.

in the end, it's the hair that makes him hesitantly accept the hand; it reminds him of... that boy. ]

... Yoru. Why are you here?

[fourtuity]

"That's not fair, I totally don't sound like that!"

[ She's saying this in her best surfer dude accent. ]

[smdr]

[ coward

though that actually does get something resembling surprise showing on her face. furrowed brow, slight squint, the works. she shrugs. ]

Now there's the first time I've heard that one.

[ jinx is gonna pick that chair up, sink her butt into it, arms propped up over the back. ]

Not really up to a confessional, though. What would make the little reader on your weirdness radar crank up? You gonna forgive me if I tell you?

[the_obedient_servant]

If you did, it would actually be slightly less pathetic than the vague mumbled excuses.

[simulacres]

But that means that they had to buy the food somewhere, right?

[ which means a supermarket, which means more food... ]

Actually, now that you mentioned it, this is a lot of bread for a place that doesn't seem to have anyone. I thought there would be something like... I don't know. Maids? Caretakers?

[calamitish]

[ He should really explain himself better, huh. Okay, deep breathhhh— ]

ThatIwaspracticinganewspellandIreallymesseditupandtransportedallofyouheretothiscastleinwhatIthinkisapocketdimension?

[antline]

....It's true. I saw a lot of places where humans died. So you're right.

[frostlight]

[She blinks, but it's a legitimate enough answer that she doesn't question it.]

Aren't you concerned about why you're here?

[calamitish]

[ Breathing out a sigh of relief. ]

Soon? [ You can hear the ™ symbol. ]

[antline]

...

[He closes his eyes.]

I do not know why we're here. But if it gets me close to the rainbow....

[He doesn't continue.]

[calamitish]

...do you normally ask when you perform magic on someone?

[diel]

I don't know how to do it either. We use to... [ he hesitates. ] We only had it for special ocassions.

[antline]

Okay.

[yaaaaay]

Do you know where the rainbow is?

[the_obedient_servant]

[Chara doesn't speak up so much, instead preferring to cross their arms and look at this scrawny loser with pure exasperation. Not anger, like the rest of them, just baffled annoyance.]

[thesharpestroy]

Then guess I'm just giving you a gentle reminder not to start beating our kidnapper's lackey into a bloody pulp. Not great leverage.

[She folds her arms and gives a wry little smile.]

[calamitish]

[ Well, they seem to be taking it okay... ]

You can call me Witch. It's nice to meet you Siffrin(?).

I'm not sure if I should be saying that.

[calamitish]

I messed up a spell.

Really badly?

Really badly.