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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[frostlight]

Is that what you'd call it? [Unique. Decor.] This place looks like it could have belonged to one of the nobles.

[calamitish]

Oh trust me, I know.

[ Why does he no longer sound like a complete petulant coward anymore? Eh. ]

But yeah, I got it. I'll give everyone an update in a week. Until then...do your best to get along. It'll help me out.

Or at least don't set this entire place on fire, okay? [ That is oddly specific, but again, it's fine. ]

If you want to reach me, I'll be at the grotto. Or you can call me too, I guess. Just don't yell my ear off!

[ He'll be around a little while longer to take any last questions, but then he's gonna peace out. Literally, vanishing into thin air. Byeeee ✌️. ]

[fourtuity]

[ Snickering. ]

Way to advertise your business, dude.

[antemeridian]

[ well. some people might yell, but she's going to be as calm and monotone as she has been thus far: ]

And why, exactly, are we at the risk of dying for no reason if you were to leave us alone?

[distain]

[Hm...]

[smdr]

[ oh




he sure took that and rolled with it. the whole thing. down a hill. squishing things on the way down. jinx is — was, probably, maybe — at least somewhat attentive through that whole thing, though let it be said she did not stay stationary ("seated" is a generous way to put it) and may have somehow ended up planted on the back of some other chair. let it also be said that heartwarming isn't her wheelhouse, so.

still, she claps. not a thunderous applause, but good enough. ]

Not bad, One Man! Your voice, going... [ she's laying her hand flat in the air, tilting it upwards, and then moving it up ] ... Very convincing. Little sappy, though.

[ review aside, excuse the audience moving on over to find their way on stage. ]

You think of that one yourself?

[snakeblood]

And you're not a future client, thank the gods for that.

[fourtuity]

Yeah, I'd rather hire someone who'd actually do honest work, thank you very much!

[calamitish]

[ Making a face. Can he say anything against that? ]

...I guess.

[ Ayaka wins! ]

[snakeblood]

Good for you. [ He doesn't care about good-toe-shoes stuff little girl. ]

[calamitish]

[ Heh. ]

Hmmm?

[ He's not dumb enough to finish that sentence. ]

[calamitish]

You'd starve, wouldn't you?

[simulacres]

That much is true.

[ she nods idly. ]

Oh, uh, I forgot to ask... what should I call you by?

[spotsalone]

[ His eyes dart down to his empty hand briefly before he retracts it. Noted. ]

No, sir, I don't. There's nothing for me to return to. I'd be happy to stay, if you'll allow it.

[frostlight]

Call me Anna. [She'll retract this later, but that's the name she chooses for now.] And you?

[simulacres]

Sounds like you do stuff like this a lot, huh?

[ she sighs. ]

You must give your teacher a headache.

[simulacres]

...

[ oh, why did she have to go and ask that question. of course it would be sent right back at her. ayaka pauses, unsure what to do. but in lieu of a better answer, she answers: ]

Ayaka's fine. Ayaka Sajyou.

[arbalestrier]

Applying pressure can be conducive to interrogations.

[But for what it's worth, but he does seem to be thinking about what she's saying.]

He seems insistent on explaining this away as magic. How would you propose we cooperate when he clearly has no interest in telling the truth?

[calamitish]

I was always considered the problem child.

[ Hehe. ]

[calamitish]

Oh uh...sure? I mean I'm not going to stay here forever either, but if you wanted I could put you somewhere else.

[ Does Hickey want to go to Disneyworld. ]

[fourtuity]

[ And that tells her everything she needs to know. Goddamnit, what is her life. ]

Uggh, worst birthday week ever!

[ Let someone else handle this shit, she's tired! So fucking tired. She just wants him back. ]

[simulacres]

Oh.

[ now she gets it. ]

Magic isn't real for you?

[simulacres]

Not surprised. I'm starting to feel like I have a magnet for them.

[ she shakes her head. ]

Try not to do something crazy like turn us a different color or control us like puppets.

[frostlight]

[What's with the pause?]

Ayaka. You're not from Eldepel, are you?

[arbalestrier]

[Without any trace of irony whatsoever:]

The guns aren't loaded. It would be dangerous to store them with a round chambered, so the ammunition was located elsewhere.

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