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]

[ ...

Yes, that sounds about right. Not the getting along part. The second part. ]

[calamitish]

I'm not working with anyone else!

Do you want to just stare at me while I work or something? That's creeeepy.

[simulacres]

You're going to use a loophole and do something equally ridiculous like try to torture information out of him aren't you?

[ goddammit she hates these impulsive idiots with tofu for brains. ]

At least try to figure some things out before you start waving that thing around. Maybe he can help us, but you threatening him won't accomplish anything good.

[thesharpestroy]

Hm. Seriously?

[Shiv takes the crystal from Witch and examines it, looking for some kind of evidence that this is actually extreme high tech and not actual magic. She talks to it like it's a cell phone.]

Hey crystal, send a message to Witch: "get a haircut, motherfucker."

[fourtuity]

Not cute enough for that, sorry. [ Not sorry. ] But how the heck are we supposed to know you aren't gonna haul ass and leave us out to dry?

[simulacres]

No, I'm pretty sure it is.

[calamitish]

It does.

I just meant that if I could restore your abilities, I would.

[ Trust him. ]

[snakeblood]

You're really trying to brag, huh. We specialize in offensive things, not defensive things. [ They have a lot of protection objects though, for obvious reasons. ] We also have other things. Like talismans to find someone you're searching for. If they're alive.

[thesharpestroy]

So just enough for us to start a prison riot and put somebody's head on a stick? Great.

[distain]

[Oh, that prickles the hair at the back of her neck. This is a little like talking with... Her hands clench again.]

I see. But surely, they have their own thoughts and feelings... Do you expect us all to align?

[They're unlikely to be any more united than they are in this moment, right? Sooooo...]

[calamitish]

[ Wow!!! ]

I mean, you don't? But what would I get out of you all dying for no reason? Nothing! So I won't.

[frostlight]

[Bruh.]

Sorry isn't going to cut it. You may not need me, but I'm needed elsewhere. Did you think about that before casting your spell on everyone?

[She turns away with a sharp huff.]

That's it. Hurry up and work on fixing your mistake.

[thesharpestroy]

The kid's right. Should've done a fucking spot check on your pocket dimension.

cw serious illness

[spotsalone]

Whatever I had to. Survival is a nasty piece of business.

[ He takes another bite of a roll. There's no way he'll be able to finish all of this, but that's what pockets are for. ]

I've spent three years living on tins that were... spoiled, somehow. Off. Made our gums black and our joints feel like they were filled with broken glass.

[calamitish]

Absolutely not! You're all your own person, aren't you?

[calamitish]

Uh-huh, uh-huh....

[ He's petulant now but then Gun happens later, so. ]

[spotsalone]

[ ...??? ]

Thanking a man for saving my skin sums up to marriage, in your mind?

[arbalestrier]

[He takes a moment to think it over. It's probably quite a long pause since the muzzle is still hovering near their face, but eventually Sousuke relents.]

Very well.

[He lowers the gun, but immediate steps forward so he's close enough to whisper to Witch.]

Don't think you can renege on this. There are many ways of inflicting pain that don't result in grievous injuries. Do you understand?

[fourtuity]

You started first.

[ And it's not like she's lying, her parents are absolutely going to freak and insist on bodyguards. Ugh. Problem for future her.

She is pulled out of that train of thought by the talisman talk. For reasons. ]

...Somehow, I feel like hiring a PI would be faster.

[calamitish]

[ Alexa's voice chimes out clearly through the air-

Okay no, but she will hear her voice from his robes. It worked! ]

Really?

[ His hair isn't even long!!!! ]

[diel]

Ah! [ that definitely gets his attention. yoru won't interrupt while they're talking, but later, before everyone leaves, he awkwardly approaches this stranger. ]

Um, hey, can I have a moment? You're... Hwylryn, right?

[ from what he remembers of the plaques. ]

[fourtuity]

I was just in a chapel and would really rather think about weddings than funerals, so sue me. It's, like, the opposite.

[ It makes sense in her mind! No it doesn't! ]

[thesharpestroy]

Cute trick.

[She pockets the crystal for herself. While she sure doesn't fully buy that this is magic just yet, she doesn't see a use in arguing the point right now.

Also, she considers his hair long enough to not take him seriously. Serious men don't wear bobs.

(Damn Shiv, misandrist much?)]

[snakeblood]

What am I bragging about? I have a lot of mouths to feed, our prices are high.

Then go do that.

[fourtuity]

[ Squints. ]

So if there's a reason to...