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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[ocenon]

[ He chuckles quietly. ]

My apologies. I'll try to keep it up, then.

[ He smiles in return, in an attempt to help assuage whatever guilt he knows is still lingering. Even now that they've become a team, officially at least, his feelings about protecting her and prioritizing her well-being over everything else haven't changed. Nor does he have any intention of changing that. ]

[fourtuity]

[ Ugh, those words alone get a visceral reaction out of her. ]

Oh hell no, I'm not staying separated any longer than I have to be!

[ And she shouldn't have to be, damnit! ]

[snakeblood]

So you are looking for someone. [ lol ]

[dumbface]

[ wow, this guy is pretty strong?? or maybe he's just heavy.

the very heavy (see: average heft) man on top of him reaches for his hands, and he tries to thwap him again with the pillow to fend him off. progress??? ]

This is a bed, even I know that. [ see?? the canopy?? the mattress pad?? the pillows??

listen it may be ultra elaborate or whatever but a bed is a bed, it can't be mistaken for anything else!! ] And I'm Chu Wenshan, or so I'm told.

[allrounder]

You could study the sun from it, if you'd like! 'Tis a small room for sunbathing, and made entirely of glass. Not every solarium is filled with plants, mind you, but this one is.

[ And it reminds him of a place he once called home—there's something peaceful about it, something that almost makes him forget about the fact that they've all been brought to a random mansion.

Almost. ]

[ocenon]

[ Though, her question does get him to remember that there's actually things here other than just her. ]

My "thing?" [ He sees the nearby statue with the plaque, and as he reads it, he can feel the cold sweat forming again as his soul leaves his body just a little bit. ]

Well... it's not incorrect, I guess...

[simulacres]

....................................................................

[ ........................................................... ]

....................................................................

[fourtuity]

[ Hello, ladies, look at your man, now back to me, now back at your man, now back to me—okay that does kinda happen here, but also Clover squeaks like a strangled mouse and backs away slowly. ]

Whoa whoa whoa, where the heck did you grab that from?

[fourtuity]

[ fck u 2 ]

So what if I am? [ She places her hands on her hips as she leans forward, glaring. ]

[snakeblood]

Nothing. Good luck with your PI.

[ocenon]

... What?

[simulacres]

[ ..................................... ]

I saw some bread downstairs. Are you hungry?

[dumbface]

[ wow?? except, clover is totally valid and he's the dubious one here. maybe running up to strangers as a stranger with a human skull in your hands is a bad idea?

.........nah, couldn't be. anyway he points obliviously back to a box full of various skulls... some of which he probably broke a little, but it's fine. the narwhal skull is still mostly intact! ]

Over there?

[fourtuity]

Well, fortunately, that someone's not missing. I just need to get back.

[snakeblood]

Well, don't we all? I guess I can't speak for others though. Maybe this is the time of their lives.

[fourtuity]

[ Well okay, that's what she asked all right. Her hands are over her mouth to keep herself from losing her shit again. ]

...They're not real, right?

[ It's totally a fake prop that looks a tad too realistic, right? Right? ]

[diel]

[ whoa that's a lot of words. wow! ]

No, n-no, you didn't have a term for what he was to you, so I just... settled...

[dumbface]

...Probably?

[ like... sure it feels real, but how is he supposed to know what a real skull feels like?? he turns it around in his hands a couple of times, then swings it straight up and straight down as if that's going to do something.

obviously, it doesn't. ]

[fourtuity]

That'd be a whole new level of fucked up if it was! I bet it ends up like out of the frying pan and into the fire or whatever.

[distain]

Inappropriate behavior? Public indecency?

[She chuckles, letting the sound wave away such thoughts. Truthfully, it probably comes off a little condescending whether she means it to or not.]

Forgive me. I wouldn't accuse you of such things. Besides, we find ourselves in strange circumstances... surely you agree, even if they're favorable for you.

[fourtuity]

...I hope this doesn't curse us or something.

[ Squinting at the skull. Dude, she appreciates your efforts, but also why. ]

[ocenon]

[ That's what he's here for!

Actually, that's not completely true. He's mainly here to – ]

Here, let me help. Normally I'd just cut through it, but since I don't seem to have a weapon on me...

[ He kneels down, trying to find some kind of corner or edge of a blanket that he can at least hold onto so she can roll herself to some semblance of freedom. ]

[diel]

Oh, a magician.

[ he nods slowly. ok. that's normal. ish. ]

But why do you think that was left out? Isn't that... kind of important...?

[ his fingers lace together as he holds them by his stomach - to hold in his nerves, probably. the majority of his hands are dwarfed by his sleeves. ]

Ah, but then again... why would they need to display it in the first place? I don't know...

[diel]

... Do I have to subscribe?

[ he'd have to ask yomi if it was safe... ]

hey its either this or the inevitable kink jokes that are going to come up

[ocenon]

Not at all. The inverse, actually!

[ He just says it extremely matter-of-factly. Could you not tell, Andrew? ]