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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[calamitish]

Me either.

[ That's brutally honest. ]

But I'm sure there's some people here who'll be your friend. Even if you're the type of person who thinks everyone is out to get them.

[ocenon]

There's an armory on the second floor, actually!

[ he's being helpful for the 0.5 seconds before ayaka's trying to jump in the line of fire, dont mind him. ]

[calamitish]

I need time to figure it out. [ There might be a duh here but also there's a gun at his face hello? So he omits that for now. ]

I'll let you know when I can. [ Looks at Gun again. ]

I'll give you an update in a week. Is that good?

[calamitish]

I know.

[ :). ]

But it's not just you, there's thirty? Thirty-ish of you here.

[calamitish]

Well that's not my fault.

[ It totally is.

Sorry, he's being difficult here. ]

1/2

[thesharpestroy]

...there's an armory. With loaded weapons. Ready for the taking like a fucking candy store for the NRA.

[distain]

I'm his only child. [As if that much answers the question.] Therefore, I will have to remain alive... if I am to be ransomed, that is.

[fourtuity]

Maybe you'd seem more trustworthy if you didn't blow off so much hot air?

[ Raising an eyebrow. ]

I'm being dead serious here, I don't care how or even why you fucked up, but you and whoever else you're working with have gotta show us everything you're doing to fix this. I just wanna go home, and that's what I'm sure almost everyone here thinks.

[calamitish]

No!

[ It's okay, Sousuke came up here. ]

2/2

[thesharpestroy]

[Her gaze turns back to Witch again.] Holy shit, you are stupid. Or you have a death wish. But still fucking stupid.

[stygiomedusa]

It is, yes, but it's a rare luxury to spend the day on the beach.

[A beat.]

Plus, they're far more lively.

[stygiomedusa]

I feel it would be more obvious, were that the case, but...

[Well. Weird shit is afoot, and that's painfully obvious.]

Wherever this place my be, illusory or not, the decor is very... unique.

[hon hon baguette]

[snakeblood]

[ Yes, he was definitely watching and wishes he used it. He's never seen a gun in person before!

Also, he's glad because he's cold and someone else might as well do all the work. ]

[antemeridian]

And does this pocket dimension belong to you, or does it not?

[ "Witch." ]

"Usually" is also a rather ambiguous word. Elaborate what you mean by that.

[fourtuity]

So you were trying to do a ritual then. Sheesh. Still sounds like a scam to me.

[calamitish]

...sure, but this is your freebie.

[ Holding out his free palm, and with a bright pop! Two white, iridescent crystal appears in his palm. ]

Actually I should make more of these... [ He mumbles something, but Shiv won't be able to make it out. There is now a small pile of crystals on the banquet table. ]

There you go. These'll let you talk to anyone here. Like a phone, except it doesn't have all of those annoying ads.

[arbalestrier]

[..................]

So as long as I don't kill him, it's fine?

[that was the point of her argument right]

[frostlight]

[Maybe it's a mortal thing.]

You think we're being held for ransom?

[snakeblood]

Believe what you want. [ He doesn't care about the opinions of nobodies. ] Not like you could afford my services.

[calamitish]

[ I LOST THIS IN MY INBOX!!! ]

I didn't need you specifically. Do you always think so highly of yourself? [ Why is he being the hostile one here. ]

I was just practicing a spell, and I pulled you all into it. That's why I said I was sorry.

[antemeridian]

For what it's worth, it is a fairly dated one. Swords, knives, halberds. Flintlock.

[ the kind of things Tomoe Mami would be more likely to use... ]

More of a showcase than anything else, but I suppose with enough looking one can still find something usable.

[ zero comment on what that says about their Witch here. ]

[oncefallen]

I can't speak for anyone else here, but I have no intentions of doing anything of the sort.

[If everyone dies, where is he supposed to get his pure mana from--

Surely someone here can extract that, right?]

... though it seems like some of the others might not agree with me on that.

[spotsalone]

[ He snorts, tipping his head from side to side. ]

Rats... is not entirely inaccurate.

[ But never mind that. He looks down at himself. ]

You'll have to accept my apologies, miss. It's been some years since I found myself in polite company. I'm still gaining my bearings.

[ ... ]

Suspect me of...?

[fourtuity]

Not that I'd want to. [ She sighs. Goddamn does she hate experiments and rituals and shit. ]

Even if I lost my mind and suddenly wanted one, my parents would just say "did you say bodyguards, of course, dear".

[calamitish]

[ Damn he regrets showing off his magic with those crystals. Making a face. ]

This is my pocket dimension but this building isn't mine either. It just wound up in here, so it's not my fault!

[ Still his fault. ]