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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[fourtuity]

Bzzt. Nooooope. [ Definitely not religious over here. She gives him a pointed look. ] I'm not the nutty believer type.

[snakeblood]

That's fine. It's not like all things we do have to do with curses though. [ See his profile for more advertising. ] Ah, we do videos on social media too. I think that nets us a little bit. You can watch a couple, if you want to help. [ They have a lot of side hustles. ]

[arbalestrier]

I see. I admit I find that difficult to reconcile with what I know.

[The closest thing he has to magic is still technology, even if it is extremely bullshit technology.]

Where are you from, if you don't mind me asking?

[fourtuity]

Just from that? That's kinda funny. [ Well, she's kind of smiling at least. ]

I said that because an operation like this requires money and manpower than I'm guessing you have. Or am I wrong there?

[snakeblood]

What a blessing to be completely blind. [ Some of us can see gods here. ]

[arbalestrier]

i. begonia suite

[Sousuke was never a particularly heavy sleeper, so the moment he senses the presence of a stranger lying next to him, his body's already moving long before his mind has any say in the matter. Quickly shedding the blanket, his freed arm gropes the surface of the bed for a suitable weapon while he keeps his eyes on the person sharing his bed. Not finding anything but a pillow, Sousuke makes an attempt to straddle them instead. Roommates are going great!]

ii. mars room

[After that particularly rude awakening (that is to say, he was the one being very rude), Sousuke leaves the villa and starts exploring, trying to stay out of as many peoples' line of sight as humanly possible. He eventually finds himself in the Mars Room, checking out one of the firearms. But if anyone comes in while he's there, he'll abruptly turn, pointing a flintlock pistol at them.]

Who's there?

promenade of reflexion

[perfectpower]

[If a Northerner was also taken, then he might not have any hope at all, is it?

Well hello, that Northerner is here. Leaning right over Cain's shoulder to look at the plaques.]

Nosy fuckers, ain't they?

Narcissus suite

[perfectpower]

[Watching all of this and sighing.]

Don't think that's gonna work. I can't use my magic either.

[frostlight]

[What is debuting.]

I'd expected this to be politically motivated, but what does that have to do with you and me?

[As far as she knows, there's nothing tying them together, yet here they are.]

[fourtuity]

I'd say not passing that sorta test is better! Way more trouble than it's worth to be told you can see or receive something you never asked for.

[ That's totally not bitterness over that Ganzfeld experiment speaking, no sirree. ]

[frostlight]

[To start, she shouldn't even be eligible for a summoning spell, so why is she here? But she's not going to ask him that, least of all when it'd be a waste of breath.]

The spirits aren't responding. [How dare they.] Could the boundary of this dimension be keeping them out?

begonia

[smdr]

[ jinx exists in a somewhat general state of paranoia and trauma, so the "jolting awake and finding yourself in a whole new place giving piltover vibes" is not the greatest thing in the world.

at least the sheer insanity of sariel's... everything is giving her some pause, but business as usual catches up with her eventually. ]

Makes my job easy.

[ yeah

this is where she'd make fun of him (or shoot him) normally, but. you know. priorities. and no gun.

The List
1. Being Kidnapped (?)
2. Other Stuff
3. ???
4. Loser's Stuck In A Chandelier haha ]

Who, where? Answer, Chicken Hair.

[ wait, no, nevermind. anyway, here is all 5'3" of her threatening (?) ass is planting herself in front of him.

after she makes her way around some furniture and the space he's taking up but. yeah. yeah! ]

[siffriend]

[ There's not much else they can do, so... ]

You still can. I'm used to...

[ (...

You can't say that. That's weird. Most people aren't used to speaking to someone who isn't there.) ]

... Odd situations.

[ (Nailed it.) ]

Um. Good luck. It sounds like you'll need it.

[distain]

[She doesn't move to follow him, though she does turn so that she continue to watch him directly. She's been kidnapped to a strange palace and has no means of knowing if any one among them is who they say they are, and she's now in a room full of weapons that may or may not be useful.]

Are they really? It's all for show, then. Women don't go to war, so I wouldn't know...

Though, under more ordinary circumstances, I'd think a weapon would only need to work once.

[snakeblood]

As if there's any choice in that sort of thing.

[siffriend]

[ (No, it's definitely heaven. Or whatever. You don't really care about those sort of things, but this bread might be the best thing you've ever had.) ]

Mm. Got it in bun.

[ ... ]

I'm Siffrin.

i. begonia suite

[dumbface]

[ roommates are going great!

except, not really. chu wenshan is in the middle of a nice dream about eating a juicy bowl of noodles when suddenly, he's not! and instead sheets are rustling, a body is looming ominously over him, and he's on what is probably the softest pile of plush he's ever felt in his life. this is the kind of bed that feels like it'd probably belong to mr. ou. however, that is definitely not mr. ou.

for one, they're nowhere near refined enough. for two, his hair is the color of noodles.

so he does the only reasonable thing a person can do in this situation, he grabs the nearest thing (a pillow, the weapon sousuke cruelly rejected a second ago) and swings it as hard as he can at the weirdo's head. ]

That's rude. You didn't even wait for me to wake up first.

[fourtuity]

Well, there should be! Who decided that anyway?

[siffriend]

I found an observatory earlier. It was peaceful there too.

[ So quiet... with so few visitors... and the long-forgotten stars. ]

What's a solarium? Do they study the sun there?

[snakeblood]

You know better than me what your hang ups are. [ He's accepted his fate long ago. ]

[siffriend]

[ ... Oh! ]

Like a Crafted statue. I haven't heard of one that's been made to taste anything, but I guess they could move like that. Like a toy.

[ Yeah... That sounds right. He'll pick at the bread a bit the same way she does and mimics the motion.

...

Stars, this bread is so good compared to what he's been eating for the past however many loops now. ]

[siffriend]

Yeah. Mira told me about it once, how caterpillars represent the Change beliefs well. You have to destroy part of yourself to become something new, something better, than you were before.

[ (...

You still don't like it.)

On the stage Jinx comes and Siffrin steps back a little out of habit, just so he can look up at her. Hi. ]

I'm Siffrin.

[fourtuity]

Sure. Doesn't change that you totally have issues up the wazoo. [ Something about the way he says that pisses her off. ]

begonia

[smdr]

[ sure is!

because jinx is absolutely not going to ask questions about whatever the fuck is happening here, yet. consciousness is snapping into place, the classic fight-or-flight is kicking in, and she's gonna shoot someone.


except there's no gun, so she's left with the good ol' struggling and trying to kick a guy in the stomach.

or between the legs, she's not beyond that. ]

[spotsalone]

[ Huh. This guy spooks easily. ]

It's been some years since I had a chance to bathe properly. Such a fine place as this calls for presentability.

[ Boat toy still in hand, he moves to check on his clothes. Still a bit damp, but his pants are dry enough to manage. He drops his towel, unbothered if Cain is still watching, and pulls them on. ]

I was wanting to soak for a bit, but those contraptions are nice as well. You should give it a go.

[ He nods at the showers. ]