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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[dumbface]

Not really.

[ his head starts tilting owlishly..... she asked, so?? so ]

Eater and eaten?

[fourtuity]

[ Oh god...oh god she's been dragged into a puzzle. ]

Uhh...we could, but not gonna lie, I can't tell the difference between, um, eater and eaten. Can you?

[dumbface]

[ help, i'm so sorry clover ]

Uh. [ scrunching his face as he looks between the skull in his hands and the one in clovers. like??? ??? ?? ? ]

Cows eat grass?

[ yeah he's useless ]

[smdr]

[ sousuke's on the begonia shitlist. jinx is making sure his pillows are always warm before he goes to bed.

but, yes, he definitely has the advantage. she recognizes that too — feeling, not feeling, that familiar unfamiliar crawl in her veins — and she draws back to put space between them the moment he rolls away. ]

It's in Fuckoffland, population: you.

[ ... ]

Ugh. Sucks. [ even for her. ] How's about you answer that one, since you're the one giving the wake up calls?

[smdr]

[ well, that makes two of them. she looks at him a moment more, letting go of her braid to lean back on her hands, feet kicking slightly.

forwards, backwards. ]

Needa be yourself to stab a guy? That's when I do my best [ she chuckles lightly, something taut within it. best, she says. worst, she means. ] work.

[ ha... ha. funny. that was so....... funny. ]

[smdr]

[ she's tapping faster. ]

Keep up, keep up. You asked.

[ so sorry, tia. so sorry. ]

It's— background noise. If it were up to me I'd throw out the baby, water, and the whole damn bathroom, but it's not. Big show for them, foot [ tap ] steps [ tap ] and the shadow at my feet for me. That answer your question?

[ definitely, absolutely, yep. ]

[fourtuity]

I'm...not sure if you want to categorize that under eater or eaten.

[ Hold up, let her think for a second. ]

Okay, I think I got it! What about by size? That should be easier to tell!

[dumbface]

[ oh!! she's brilliant!! his face lights up in a totally unobvious way because he only makes like 2 expressions tops ]

Let's do that.

[spotsalone]

[ Hickey considers this a moment, and then nods. ]

Fair's fair. I owe you a favor, then.

[spotsalone]

That's a forgiving outlook. What's your name?

[smdr]

So it's Doctor Whiskers.

[ tact, never knew her. or self-preservation, 'cause jinx is just stuffing the rest of her bread in her mouth now that that's out of the way. ]

Phwanna sphind iff now? Shfon't fwanna fait shfill [ gulp ] I start foooaming [ fingers next to her cheek, wiggling up and down to totally mimic foam ] at the mouth or my fingers start falling off or something. If you can only save one, Doc, save the ones in the middle.

[ also if they're gonna be trapped in a weirdo's castle with a bunch of weirdos, they might as well steal all the weirdo's important supplies before the other weirdos get 'em. ]

[fourtuity]

Hehe, size it is.

[ That's a much easier puzzle, so she'll take it. Yay for lowering the difficulty. ]

Now that we've decided, let's get cracking! ...Except without the actual cracking part.

[ Something tells her she needs to be more careful with her slang around this guy. ]

[spotsalone]

[ The laugh gets a tight-lipped smile. There's a sharpness to it. ]

Strange circumstances indeed, though I'm not one to turn my nose up at a change in fortune. Do you remember how you arrived here?

[dumbface]

[ she is absolutely right, he is a very literal man. ]

Right. No cracking, because then they'll curse us.

[ he gets it... probably. anyway he takes it on himself to grab two of the heaviest-looking skulls and pads off to the left... only to set them down kinda randomly and come back and go for the heavy ones again. ]

[uiscebeatha]

Right. It's fine. [ He pulls his hand back. Well, shit. He'll have to ask Bradley or something later for a description of the guy. ]

Still, what do you say? I'm willing to help, so long as it makes your job easier. Where can I find you?

[uiscebeatha]

Yeah, I'll probably run into him eventually.

[ He's not too worried... They don't even know how many people are here in total, but Bradley will make himself known. That he's pretty certain of.

The question amuses Cain; he laughs a bit. Probably a little louder than he needs to. ]

Oh, yeah! Sorry about that. [ He sticks out a hand for a handshake. ] I'm Cain. You are?

[uiscebeatha]

[ Yoru touches him and he pops into existence; Cain's eyes immediately snap to Yoru's, where he was just slightly off beforehand.

Man. This guy looks like he needs a nap. ]

I dunno. I could ask you that, too.

[ He pulls, helping Yoru to his feet. ]

You didn't hurt yourself in the fall, did you?

banquet hall

[spotsalone]

[ Hickey has spotted the kid a few times now, the two of them idly crossing paths as they explore the palace. To say Hickey's been watching him is an overstatement, but it's interesting that they've gravitated toward a few of the same areas.

When he catches Junior staring, he strides over, all smiles. ]

Hello.

[ He's got his hands in the pockets of his greatcoat as he looms. ]

Get enough to eat?

[frostlight]

There should be one in the kitchen, right?

[frostlight]

I'm not going to kill them—just make them reverse the summons.

[They can't do that if they're dead.]

gardens (pond)

[coldseep]

( Cain hears the tell-tale sound of a slorp-slap, aka the sound of something (or someone) emerging out of a body of water, wet enough for the water to spray across the stone as its limb makes firm contact with a walkway.

Hwylyrn pauses, glancing up at his company, not so far away; the recognition comes fairly quick. It was not so long since he last saw Cain, after all - barely any time at all. One of Akira's friends...

But Cain is not dressed as he recalls him. Hmm. Different points in the timeline hardly occurs to him, at this point - but he does note it. )

Patrolling?

( A gentle voice that comes like a content melody. Feeling this out...... has no clue he's unseen, )

[frostlight]

. . . Is it that good?

[She looks down at the pile. They're the strangest breads she's ever seen. She picks one up at random—a bread in the shape of a bird—and bites into its wing. Hmm. After chewing and swallowing, she turns to Lili.]

When is the last time you ate?

mmm bread

[coldseep]

( Biting the head off a bread lizard, chewing quite happily! )

I've never seen someone who doesn't like bread.

( this may or may not be true he doesn't bother recall the preferences of half the people he's met )

promenade

[coldseep]

You think they'd like a place like this?

( He's familiar with spirits, but he's curious why this guy considers this place appealing to them - that's much more interesting than any objective truth. )

garden

[spotsalone]

[ Hickey's also quite distracted by the garden. He's never been much of an outdoors type, but... ]

It's like I'd forgotten what the color green looks like.

[ He says it more to himself than her. He inhales deeply through his nose, and then gestures at the assortment of flowers. ]

Do you know the names of any of these?