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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[calamitish]

[ look, he deserves it. ]

Thanks! [ case in point. should he be accepting thank yous from someone who's life he totally messed up? nope. ]

Yeah, no one else besides who you see here. Most of you don't know each other, right?

[snakeblood]

With high spiritual power? There's only one that I know who's better than me, Sora from the Temple of Misty Mountain. Well, he's got his hands full. [ No, he's not jealous, no matter what Yuri said. It's just annoying to have to be on some kid's good side. ] Oh, they also used to have a girl too... But she disappeared years ago. Pretty sure she's dead.

[remainsilent]

[ He had wanted to see what Blade was intending to do, but he's not going to let him do as he pleases. His eyes narrow, while he moves to block the the hand with his own. ]

Was this part of your script?

[antline]

[So rare...]

Do you have your hands full?

[the_obedient_servant]

Not at the moment.

Are you going to elaborate on having grown your taste buds?

[snakeblood]

No, I don't take long term clients like him. And they aren't usually a handful like that "young master" of his. [ ... ] I am dealing with something right now, but that's why it's irritating I'm here and not where I'm supposed to be. [ They have time though. Probably. ]

[the_obedient_servant]

[A probably even younger kid pipes up.]

How are we to decide who we're eating first, though?

[thesharpestroy]

Oh. We make the tallest people pick fruit as enrichment.

Think they’ve got a blender? Nobody who lives in these castles actually wants to live like a French king. Not enough personal hygiene.

[antemeridian]

Especially since we don't recall anything of it at all. Not even glimpses or flashes...

[ She can think of at least one way this could have happened, but ... No, it shouldn't be possible. If it's that, then something's gone terribly wrong. ]

[antemeridian]

[ immediately looks over at the

elf??? urianger is somewhere in the crowd right. those are some very realistic looking prosthetic/prop ears if they aren't real... ]

Maybe if they are busy picking fruit they will be too busy to do anything else. [ like putting people's heads on sticks. enrichment. ] As for a blender ... I don't know?

[ pause. ... wait. that's a good point actually. ]

I don't think I've seen much technology or appliances at all, now that you mention it.

[littlegentleman]

[Junior, of course, was also keeping track of anyone he ran into--trying to memorize the faces of the people he was stuck here with, and the details listed on their placards...not that he'd had too much time to study them, yet. It had been underneath his priority to arm himself, and then food had become a necessity.

So he watches as the man approaches him with a guarded expression on his face, but doesn't instinctively make a move for anything concealed on his person.]

Hello.

[He's nothing if not polite.]

I'm fine, thank you. What about you?

[thesharpestroy]

[Shiv scrunches her nose at that kind of comment from an actual Child. Is this what the kids joke about nowadays?]

Take a vote? I’m not leaving it to laws of the jungle. We’re civilized cannibals here.

[littlegentleman]

Starvation won't happen faster than than we can determine the safety of the food.

[Which included the stock that was available inside of the kitchen. He pauses.]

...I only know how to cook if I'm following instructions.

[littlegentleman]

Not really.

[He stares at her, not seeming to comprehend her laughter. Or that she'd told any kind of joke at all. Lately, he'd found it just a little harder to work under pressure--or maybe it was that the pressures had changed.]

But it helps to have a clear mind when assessing unexpected situations.

[diel]

Well…

[ he draws out the sound. the pause after heavier than the word itself. ]

Yeah. It was.

[the_obedient_servant]

I'm going to rig the election through copious amounts of lobbying.

[littlegentleman]

What fields of research do you specialize in?

[Research could be anything. History, science...though the mention of magic has him frowning in slight confusion.]

I don't know anything about magic.

[He'd go as far as to say there was no such thing...but considering how different everyone pulled here seemed to be, Junior wasn't so adamantly denying the possibility. Besides, it was always useful to pick up new information. Easier to do that if he wasn't arguing.]

[fourtuity]

[ Oh, that part she can nod in understanding. ]

Damn, yeah that super sucks. Wouldn't wanna be around this much bread then. Absolutely tragic.

[diel]

[ he doesn’t look at all repulsed. just uneasy, as though his boundaries and hers could collide at any time. his eyes don’t linger on anything in particular. ]

First time hearing that term. I don’t know if… [ he sighs. ] …I don’t know if they would call it that. They can just do things.

[fourtuity]

[ A handshake hasn't even crossed her mind at all. ]

Dunno, but I don't really care about that, so! Nice to meet you, Yoru. Too bad it's during a kidnapping.

[fourtuity]

Can't say I've seen it, but with all the weird stuff I've seen in the last few hours?

[ Maybe what happened at the end there was basically magic. Even if she knew the scientific explanation behind it. ]

Maybe it's possible for magic to exist.

[fourtuity]

...Solemn, maybe? It looks like a good place to sit when you have a lot to think about.

[the_obedient_servant]

It is.

[Simple statement. It's complicated, of course.]

Humans are actually magically very powerful, but the human world has a very weak magical presence.

At least for my world.

[antemeridian]

I don't know. Or rather, I haven't decided yet.

[ quiet, demurred. open enough, but with the clear sound of someone used to keeping their own counsel. ]

The choices made for the clocks in the other rooms seem rather deliberate, though. [ matching. someone likes their timekeeping devices to fit aesthetically, apparently. (a clock with a scythe for a pendulum...) so maybe that's what the variety is for. the amount of excess, though... ]

[fourtuity]

So creeeeepy.

[ From one horror movie to another. Cool. Happy birthday, Clover. Or birthday week at this point. ]

Ugh, I swear I'm going to find out who did this and step on them.