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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[stygiomedusa]

[Hamel wakes up in quite the tangled mess, legs and arms splayed in a wild pose and blue hair probably in the face of whoever she's woken up next to. It takes a moment to separate herself and get her bearings, looking around the Narcissus suite.]

I'm so sorry, is there—I mean, are you alright?

[Which goes to both her bedmate and the rest of the roomies, once she realizes there's more people in the room than she would have expected. Unfamiliar people, too, which makes her feel uneasy... The strange decor of the place doesn't help, either, because it doesn't seem like something she would imagine.

She can't spend the entire day in the suite, though, so it's time to ✨wander✨. The first place she stops is the garden, immediately sidetracked by the greenery. The flowers are lovely, and while it's as overwhelmingly designed as the villas, it's refreshing to simply be outdoors for a moment. Or... a lot of moments. Hamel spends quite a lot of time standing by the parterres, gazing at the flower petals in utter silence and without moving. She's just deep in thought, obviously.

Eventually, she makes it to the banquet hall, where she has to contemplate for a moment.]

This is quite a lot, isn't it?

[What should she choose... She is feeling a bit peckish, but there's just. So many varieties of bread? She eventually will nab a croissant and go on her merry way, but it's a shame it doesn't seem like there's anything to put on the bread.

Her last stop is the pool, which. Hell yeah. Love to see a pool. She kneels to test the temperature of the water, and after finding out it's quite pleasant, she takes a seat on the edge. Time to take off her shoes and put her feet in the water as she finally eats that croissant she nabbed. Once she's done, she slides herself into the water fully, not at all concerned with getting her clothing wet.]

[frostlight]

Yeah. There was someone else, too.

[And how? She's a light sleeper. Something foul is at play, and if her suspicions are correct, there'll be hell to pay.]

[stygiomedusa]

[It's absolutely her name. Nods.]

No, I don't. I've not really seen a place like this before, truthfully.

[It feels a bit like a place that could fit in Eastside, but it's all far too... dated.]

Ah, and I'm Hamel.

[snakeblood]

[ You talkin' to him, little child? ]

More like everyone else here.

[ Good for Clover, he also has no filter. ]

bread

[fourtuity]

[ Clover stares at the whole crumbing thing, managing to keep her mouth shut... ]

Um, did the bread do something to you?

[ ...For a grand total of ten seconds. ]

[fourtuity]

[ Sure am, weirdo, appreciate it! ]

You know everyone well enough to judge that?

[obtect]

[Noted: doubt.]

Right? It's fancy. Maybe they blew all their money on canopy beds and ran out of the food budget.

[snakeblood]

[ That was more of a reflex. He thinks back to the profiles. ]

No, but I don't need to. Though I guess you're just one of the normal humans.

[smdr]

[ hmmmm. huuuuuh. hooooh.

there's a little pause and a little lingering over both caroline and caroline's statement, before jinx goes back to playing with her own bread animal, a bear, making the little guy fly circles in the air in her hands. ]

Well, you know, can't spell posh without "let them eat bread!"

[ with the stereotypical fancy accent, taking her bear in both hands as a puppet and wiggling him as if it's the one speaking before she tears its head off and stuffs it into her mouth. jinx is gonna keep on going with her mouth full of the rich: ]

Gonna ungrow 'em?

[spotsalone]

[ Waking up in a place like this may as well be Christmas morning for Hickey. He has no idea where he is or if this place is even real, but he's in no position to get picky about such details. This is a miracle if there ever was one.

He's quick to roll out of bed—as much as he'd love to stay swaddled up in a real bed for the first time in years, he's suddenly aware of how horrendous he smells—and sets off to explore his new surroundings without much thought for his suitemates.

First stop: BREAD. Hickey spends a good hour in the Banquet Hall with a mountain of bread on his plate, enjoying the assortment as if it was a seven-course meal prepared by a fleet of personal chefs. He's dressed in his underclothes: a simple long-sleeve undershirt and matching longjohns, with a fancy pair of knee-high boots that definitely tie the whole outfit together. His greatcoat is slung over the back of the chair next to him.

Upon closer inspeciton, his clothes are filthy with sweat and the elements. When's the last time this dude bathed? He sighs happily and slouches back in his chair. ]

You wouldn't believe what I was eating before this.

[ His tone suggests it wouldn't be wise to ask. ]

---

[ Later, he can be found in the bathroom. His freshly-laundered clothes are draped over one of the Greek statues to dry. As you enter, he's stepping out of the shower, a towel around his waist. ]

Why bother with all this if the baths aren't even operational?

[ An idle question more than a grumble. The shower did just fine for him—though his mouth tightens as he spots the toy boat. He pads over to it to give it a closer inspection. Is this for him? ]

---

[ Eventually, he does wander back to Water Lily Suite. He explores a little, digging through the wardrobes and peruses the assortment of products in the powder room, but before long he's sprawled out on one of the beds. He knows he woke up next to someone, but who cares? He's had enough of sharing. ]

[fourtuity]

[ Guess who hasn't read them yet. ]

Sure? Nothing wrong with being normal.

promenade

[diel]

[ the sheer size of this room stresses yoru out. too grand, too pristine. he's reading the plaques - muttering, really, a hand covering his mouth as though to keep the words to himself, so nothing else can be taken. this is... a lot of information...

but - what if... well, if it's mister yomi's doing, then yoru just needs to be patient.

... right...?

then he hears a voice and turns to see - oh... he thinks he saw this guy coming out of one of the bedrooms. ]

Um. Wandering... spirits...?

plaques

[distain]

I feel as though I've been called in to look at rather damning exam postings.

[Andrew's tone and expression are both fairly neutral, her arms folded loosely at her waist.]

I hope you had nothing to hide carved up there.

chapel

[diel]

[ ? ]

Were you... expecting one?

[ hi, yoru's also here just looking around. shifty, nervous, like a kid without his guardian. ]

[snakeblood]

Y'know: ghosts, demons, stuff like that. [ Said casually like this is common knowledge.

He keeps a good distance away. This guy was in that unclean room, wasn't he? ]

[frostlight]

[Tia nods. Hamel. She'll remember.]

Then you and I are in the same boat. Where were you before waking up here?

[snakeblood]

And that's why you don't know what's weird.

[fourtuity]

...50/50?

[ She doesn't sound sure herself. ]

I was leaning towards not wanting to see one, I guess.

[fourtuity]

...? Okay, I'll bite. What's weird?

[the_obedient_servant]

I don't remember being kidnapped. Do you?

banquet hall

[diel]

[ tbh yoru thinks this tastes fine without butter... he's standing by himself munching on a bear when he first hears her comment, then takes in her unique appearance. could she be...? ]

Are... are you new to the family?

[snakeblood]

[ He can't even explain reading auras to normals if he tried, so instead he just goes: ]

Do you own homework. You're still in school, aren't you? So you should know how to study.

[diel]

[ that's fine because yoru isn't moving any closer. they can social distance chat. ]

But why...?

[ if anything, it's the opposite of places he thinks ghosts and demons would frequent. ]

[diel]

Oh.

[ he thinks this is where he says: ]

I'm sorry.

[fourtuity]

[ Without missing a beat, she shifts into another gear. ]

But studying's booooooring. Most of my classes are a snorefest.