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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[antemeridian]

In other words, you mean to say that we are at your mercy?

[ No Witch, no food? Is that what he means to say? ]

... I apologize. That was rude. Still. You are saying that nothing from the outside passes through and into this pocket dimension, then?

[simulacres]

Selfish, huh?

[ that'd be nice. ]

I'm not very good at that. Got any tips?

[calamitish]

You said it, not me.

[ but she's totally on the money. ]

Right. Nothing enters here without my permission.

[simulacres]

[ what a weird thing to focus on. ]

Probably someone? I've seen people coming in and out of rooms a lot.

[thesharpestroy]

...no? Spot check as in like, going over your shit just in case something's wrong.

English not your first language? [She's not being fully judgemental. Sariel's getting the chance to prove he's not a moron unlike Witch, who Shiv has already dismissed as a moron.]

[frostlight]

A great wyrm . . .

[Her brow creases, less in displeasure and more in thought. A wyrm is very different from a dragon to her, but it's mere coincidence.

She gives him a sharp nod.]

I suppose it's not an uncommon name, judging by yours.

[Tias. They're everywhere.]

[frostlight]

No. [Yes.] I just happen to know about it.

[diel]

[ ack, he actually shouldn't have said anything. it's so hard to explain. ]

Not magic, but I guess... power? Sometimes, I can move things.

[ like espn. ]

At least they didn't pick the most unflattering images of us.

[simulacres]

Huh... that must be nice if there's anyone that can, though. It kind of feels like it'd be something out of a sci-fi movie.

library

[baebladie]

[ What exactly is Dan Heng up to in the library, by the way?

Has he just entered? Is he already reading? And...is he paying close attention to his surroundings? ]

[diel]

No way.

[ aaa the legal mess he'd have to muddle through for a license. ]

Other drivers are scary. Some of them get so angry.

[diel]

You...

[ he keeps fidgeting and fiddling with his fingers until he comes up with: ]

You tell them not to leave. You ask them to stay. Even when... things are bad.

waking up;

[baebladie]

[ Blade sits up in the bed, looking at G'raha, half-awake, blinking blearily.

He doesn't seem as bothered as the red head. Not yet. ]

...Who are you?

[ Actually, he is kind of not convinced if he is completely awake just yet. And it's not because the man has cat ears. He's seen stranger.

Though the way he questions doesn't sound friendly. ]

[antemeridian]

So the dimension is yours, but the building isn't. So you claim, at the very least. What do you normally use this dimension for, in that case?

[ and how do you just 'accidentally' an entire castle and the surrounding grounds into it out of nowhere? ]

And as for our abilities... [ what an interesting thing to say. would he? ] A side effect of whatever spell it was you were trying to cast? Or did you simply not want to be threatened by anyone who might or might not hold more power than you?

[whileaway]

[If she’s worried, she has nothing to fear from Break currently. He trails careful fingers over a sword or two in his walk, before turning and making his way back closer to Andrew.]

I concede that some could have their uses, especially if you’re fine to just use them once. I’m far from knowledgeable in all weapons. [a careless wave towards the wall accompanies that, gesturing towards everything in general.]

I can’t speak about where you’re from, but I’ve found women can be just as effective on a battlefield as men can. You would do well if you picked something up, Miss, even if the choice faced disapproval.

[snakeblood]

[ For a brief second, there's a lot of amusement on his face as he thinks about Seojin and his situation. If only... ]

[ To Yoru, he says: ] Yeah, I guess we all need a support system to keep us afloat.

[antemeridian]

... I see. [ Accidental or subconscious permission counts, apparently, given that they are all here... ] Yet you cannot figure out how to get us out, either?

[ This is, of course, assuming they take him at his word. ]

You say this is a pocket dimension. What is 'outside' of here?

[ Because looking at some of the other people here... maybe, maybe they might all be from the same place. Maybe it's some odd trick of this barrier, warping perceptions.

But if it isn't, then there certainly are some very interesting sorts scattered across the crowd. ]

[allrounder]

Let's not be hasty.

[ He's definitely taking that as a warning, already gearing himself up to catch her if he needs to. ]

Come, think through this with me. Have you never seen another individual with ears akin to mine? What of horns? Or scales?

[thesharpestroy]

We have until we run out of animal bread at least. I wanna avoid having a full-on brawl for the last rabbit.

[She keeps her tone light, as it sinks in that she's talking to a kid. This one can't be much older than Shiv's niece. Seriously, what is going on here?]

[dumbface]

[ lots of people are saying lots of things and it's too confusing to follow, so he doesn't try to! but he does like, half-listen to one person for a second before going back to being lost.

hm. hmm. this person said sorry? he kind of wants to punch them still, but it sounds like other people are doing that verbally anyway. ]

I don't like kidnappers. [ point blank. ] But you said you didn't do it on purpose. I still don't like you, but I'll believe you.

Are the people here the only ones you took? What about the people we were with?

[fourtuity]

Oh. Yeah, you can't avoid other drivers.

[ That's the sucky part about driving. ]

Well, here's hoping you live somewhere where it isn't a pain in the ass to get around without a car.

[simulacres]

[ ... ]

You're right. He'll probably stick around even if I tell him to leave anyways.

[ and yet she'll probably tell him to leave her alone anyways. she's so ungrateful. ]

Thank you, um... [ she tries to find the matching bust in order to read the plaque... ] Yoru.

[baebladie]

[ By accident? He stares from over here like okay, jan. ]

[remainsilent]

[ Letting out something sounds like a grunt and a gasp as they tumble out of the bed. Down down to the floor they go in a tangle of limbs and his coat.

Once they are down, he's going to try to figure out who this is and why this is. ]

Do you mind?

[antemeridian]

Probably.

[ ... she does realize, though, that a one word reply does not make for good conversation, so: ]

It's a little odd, though. Isn't it? That there are so many different types of timepieces in this room, but the clocks found in every other room are the same kind.

[ Why are there so many clocks everywhere, actually. That can't be normal for old castles like these, can it? ]