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]

Can't say I've ever heard of one, but yeah, like that.

[ She also repeats the motion, because, well, yeah, gotta get some food in her stomach. ]

Kinda works, right?

[ocenon]

I wouldn't call them mutually exclusive, no. [ ... ] Do you have things that you would normally consider beautiful?

[ He'd start rambling about craftsmanship and trophies of conquest but.......... maybe finding a baseline is important, first. ]

[snakeblood]

I'm not the one complaining about my life, am I? [ There's only one complaint, really... And that's none of her business. ]

[antemeridian]

primrose suite

[ ah. so they're all wrapped up, the metatext says?

oh, well. someone doesn't seem to like that, at first seeming to come awake slowly by parts, as if unsure— then all at once, violently struggling her way free of the blanket burrito on whichever bed she's on in primrose suite and bolting upright, possibly pulling away from or shoving whoever else is in the bed with her in an abrupt motion as she casts a sharp, assessing gaze around at their surroundings. and assorted inhabitants, it turns out. ]

... am I to assume that all of you, too, are only just waking up here?

Or should I ask for you to state your intentions instead?

[ gong, gonng, gonnng, toll the bells as backdrop.

it's, perhaps, an odd way to be addressed by someone dressed in a middle school uniform, but hey. look. there's a guy in full armor here so she's hardly all that noteworthy in comparison. ]

around and about

[ there's a schoolgirl wandering around the grounds. you can find her probably anywhere you like, though she lingers longer at ...

... the Mars Room, studying some of the displays on the wall with a faintly concerned expression on her face, or glancing at either the clock or chandelier, her mouth thin,

... the Clockwork Atelier, where she checks some of the times displayed only to sigh when it turns out none of them are the same. a sundial— ah, wait, maybe it's a nearby hourglass...?— gets a funny look from her as she moves through the room, ending up where all the clockwork dolls and tools are kept, though she doesn't really do anything with them after she pulls them out.

... and the Promenade of Reflexion, where she seems quite intent on ignoring all the mirrors and murals spilling all over the walls to instead fix her attention on either the marble serpent, or the collection of gold statues in the hall.

(a murmur, a whisper: "How was it that they were able to obtain some of this information...?")

... every now and then she seems to check her left hand for something, if you decide to watch her for a while, but, perhaps, whatever she's looking for simply isn't there, as when she does this the set of her features never changes from their staid neutrality, expression unreadable.

still, overall, she has the air of someone wandering with purpose rather than simply meandering around aimlessly. ]

wildcard

[ idk I'm easy, throw something at me. you all know where to find me if you need to run anything by me first! ]

begonia suite

[dumbface]

[ wow, get a look at this guy. first: he's got amazing hair, and it looks kind of like a bird's. clearly that means he's half-bird, or at least a quarter bird. the logistics of this escapes him but he accepts it as an undeniable fact nonetheless.

and just undeniable: this guy is amazing. he really hopes he talks in squawks, because that would be even better. ]

You're stuck? [ the non-squawking man clearly just said he was but, listen. he's asking anyway.

give him a minute here to stare intently at the chandelier like it's the most intricat puzzle he's ever seen before slamming one fist into his palm. he's got it!! he knows how to tackle this!!

rolling up his sleeves, he reaches up and... grabs... the chain of the chandelier and starts pulling... trying to bring the whole thing down... ]

[spotsalone]

A chapel here? What's that got to do with me?

[fourtuity]

I think it's weirder that you don't have any complaints right now! [ Dude, their situation? ]

[spotsalone]

[ His eyebrows tick up. ]

Would I have my choice, then?

primrose

[fourtuity]

[ Still in a cursed blanket burrito, she says deadpan from the floor somewhere: ]

What do you think?

[fourtuity]

Probably nothing! Unless you're a priest. You kinda look like you could be a priest.

[snakeblood]

I mean. My life back home. Of course, this place sucks. Cold, it's crowded, it's dirty. Ugh. [ And he should be with Seojin looking for that thing. ]

[diel]

I'm Yoru.

[ but ALSO ]

... What was that?

[arbalestrier]

[It's super effective...?? Sousuke grunts as he eats the hit from the pillow, although he doesn't quite topple over. He's had worse things swung at him, even if it did catch him off guard for that moment. As he shifts a little to regain his position, he makes an attempt at restraining Chu Wenshan's hands so it's harder to pillow fight (alas).]

Shut up! Answer my questions--where is this? Who are you?

[antemeridian]

Hopefully we will not resort to anything that drastic this quickly.

[ like, maybe get some more answers first? maybe. Witch is hardly a reliable source but at current he is also their only source. ]

[antemeridian]

I think it would be very easy to make assumptions of things that aren't true, considering.

[ beat. ]

But if you were the one in the bed alongside me, I apologize for pushing you off of it so roughly. It was not my intent to do so.

[fourtuity]

[ Is it opposite day today or something? ] Really? Can't say it feels colder or dirtier than the norm. I'd vote for this weather over the desert any day.

[simulacres]

M-mine?

[ hold up. back track. WAIT. ]

Sa- I mean, Richard isn't mine! He's his own person! I mean, we've been close the past few days, but it really is just because he needs my magical energy and nothing else. I mean, he's stupid and reckless and I have to reel him back a bit before he hurts himself or others, but that doesn't mean that I control him!

[snakeblood]

Then stay here if you like it better. [ Other people have other bodily conditions, thank you! ]

[allrounder]

Research.

[ An immediate answer, as it's what he's most accomplished in and most proud of. But he adds just a moment later: ]

Magic as well. Or, rather, I would very much like to think I've become skilled in that realm.

[distain]

[She tenses just a little when Ayaka steps closer. At least they can be in agreement about the past few days.]

How odd... from a Sanrit. I wonder if perhaps you come from Harriet?

[Then she shakes her head.]

Never mind. I'm feeling rather brave of late. [And upon opening the door, it is... a powder room. A dead end. Well then.]

2. clown theater

[dumbface]

[ something good?? uh.

chu wenshan opens his very empty palms and looks down at them blankly. like, clearly, he's got nothing here??? and nothing on him, he's pretty sure?? he gives himself a pat down just to be positive and, sure enough, he ain't got shit.

however!! someone actually asked him a question, and while he definitely doesn't have an answer? he wants to be useful. so his owlishly tilted head straightens up and! ]

Hold on. [ off he sprints to go do something useful, like rummaging! after a few minutes and the very unceremonious sound of various props (and maybe stage sets) crashing to the ground, he comes back with a skull.

a very, very real skull that he promptly presents to clover. ]

How about this?

[allrounder]

[ His eyebrows knit together in concern. ]

Are you still reeling from that rude awakening?

[ He's assuming she had a similar experience, waking up in a place she's never seen before in a suite filled with other she's never met.

That she's referencing his catboy qualities simply doesn't cross his mind at all. ]

[allrounder]

'Tis a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Tia. You share the name with a great wyrm on my star, so imagine my surprise when I came across that very name here.

[ But she's still a dragon in some form... much to think about later on. ]

My name is G'raha Tia, but you're welcome to call me by G'raha.

[fourtuity]

[ Well, that's understandable and logical. She goes from deadpan to droopy in 0.5 seconds flat. ]

Can't say I'm not ready to slap an ass right now, so can't blame you... I don't even know how I fell asleep before whatever this is.

[ Time to roll around and loosen this blanket burrito more. ]

[allrounder]

Magic. I've not tried my hand at an exorcism...

[ And he hopes he never has to!! ]