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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[simulacres]

Japan. Um, it's a country on the planet Earth?

[ how specific should she be about this? ]

[smdr]

[ yeah, she got it. jinx tried not to think about it too hard, it makes something itch, and that makes it worse. arms crossed, her nails on her right hand begin to lightly scratch on her own skin. ]

Uh huh.

[ unsaid: siffrin. unsaid: what if the caterpillar doesn't turn into a butterfly, but a moth, or a venomous spider, and that young lady— ]

So, One Siff, whoever that Mira lady is... you believe in that stuff? [ a small chuckle. ] D'uh, right? You made a whole thing about it.

[ the show, she means. she means the show. ]

[snakeblood]

Dunno. I just know it makes money somehow. [ He'd ask Yuri, but you know. He's not here. ] I assume following it helps more?

[dumbface]

...it can do that?

[ come to think of it... that sounds right? disturbing the dead is generally not very nice.

though his expression doesn't change at all, he starts holding the skull further away... and further... and then just... gently puts it on the ground and gives it a pat. ]

What should we do? I don't know how to break a curse.

[fourtuity]

I'd rather keep all sharp objects away from me right now, thank you very much!

[ She appreciates any other help though, it's just that she trusts no one but herself right now! But Clover does stop moving for like 2 seconds once she realizes what he's doing. ]

[diel]

I wouldn't... do something like this anyway. If I had all this money, I'd just give it to my family.

[ he doesn't dress richly, but his clothes are well-made. his white changshan jacket is delicately patterned even if his black shirt and pants are deceptively simple. the tailoring on the seams suggests thought rather than machine. his choker matches his jacket in a darker color. his dress shoes are good quality, and so are all the accessories on his ears and fingers. he doesn't seem to be lacking anything but sleep and courage. ]

It would be fun to have a family dinner in such a big place.

[diel]

Fishy...

[antline]

Ah...

[Yeah, now his head is bring brought down with this thing? He's tensing up, grasping onto the chandelier.]

I don't think that's helping...

[fourtuity]

I dunno. But it's not like we're being mean to it, so maybe it's fine. No reason for a grudge towards us.

[ Now that the shock has worn off...she kinda wants to poke it. But probably better to let sleeping skulls lie. ]

[antline]

I would think the ocean with its creatures is more lively...but I suppose you mean people.

[A luxury...that makes him hum.]

I remember when I had to pay off my transportation debts when I got on a ship that went to the beach. It can be expensive, yes.

[arbalestrier]

[He'd been hoping to pin her down quickly so he could start interrogating, but it seems that plan had been doomed from the start. Still, he's taller and (presumably) outweighs her, so he figures he has the advantage... Even so, when there's a kick coming in his direction, Sousuke instinctively moves to avoid it by rolling to the side, which means he's no longer up in Jinx's face.]

Answer me! Where is this place?

[antline]

Scares me?

[He just looks confused, but its sort of in a frustrated way.]

No. I don't think about their spirits. I don't like thinking about that much at all.

[snakeblood]

Yup, sure is. [ Said pretty mindlessly. He lets out a yawn because he's staring to tune out. It's not like he cares about other people's business. ]

[antline]

....?

[He glances back up at her.]

Sariel. What is yours?

[antline]

Ah...

[Another moment of thinking.]

The horizon. The sunset. That's beautiful.

[snakeblood]

Right. Bothers you, you said.

[fourtuity]

[ She mulls over all that with a small hum before responding. ]

I guess a big castle would be a fun vacation spot to visit with family. It's just too bad we got yoinked to here. I wouldn't have hated the bed otherwise.

[dumbface]

[ oops, looks like birdie doesn't like it! he immediately lets go and steps back. ]

...Then I'll go find something to cut it down.

[ there he goes, zipping off... sariel can definitely stop him before he slips off into the unknown but he's gotta be quick. ]

[antline]

Chicken....? No. I'm a fallen angel.

[He doesn't realize this is an insulting nickname whatsoever. He seems to take everything matter-of-factly.]

What do you mean, where?

[snakeblood]

It's probably one of the most "normal" things we have.

[dumbface]

[ nodnod! ]

Ah, you're really wise. You must know a lot about skulls.

[ somehow, that's his takeaway. he gives the skull another friendly pat. ]

Mr. Skull, look. Isn't this much better than being cooped up in a box? You'll like it out here, so please don't curse us.

[antline]

It does. Especially with this half-baked intellect of mine...these limiters....



[A long pause.]


Does something bother you?

[antline]

What was the rule of the chapel you were in?

[ocenon]

[ He nods in understanding, getting down closer to Clover to hold on to the edge of the blanket, tugging slightly with some resistance. ]

Can you roll to the side again? I think you're on top of the corner here.

[ If she does, he'll pull it back and out to the side, hopefully giving it enough slack that she'll be able to wiggle out on her own and not have to resort to any rolling out. ]

[fourtuity]

[ She rolls her eyes. ]

Not too cold to fall asleep, huh?

[ Anyway, she isn't thinking of staying here longer. Without waiting for an answer, she places the queen piece back on the chessboard. Then she walks over to the nearest orange tree and reaches out to pluck one out. ]