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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[diel]

No, I'm in a... [ he doesn't know for sure, so he just guesses: ] ... a mansion?

3

[the_obedient_servant]

Were you expecting a funeral?

[They fold their arms behind their back - appearing rather suddenly behind her. It's idle curiosity more than anything. They wrack their brain to remember who this one is - based on the profiles. Clover, they think. That's about all they remember at the moment.]

kitchen

[the_obedient_servant]

There's actually an armory, you know.

[Their tone is conversational. After all, the knives in the kitchen were one of the first things they looked for. It's always good to be prepared.

It implies something about the kid in front of him, a certain ruthless realism that they have no doubt plenty of the adults would balk at. Mildly interesting, but about what they'd expect.]

[fourtuity]

If I thought you knew, I wouldn't talk to you like this.

[ She looks up to make eye contact again, but her eyes are rather...blank. ]

...You don't seem the type.

[ Then again, that makes for a cover, doesn't it? ]

bwead

[smdr]

Shomeone's shgota shfeew— [ she swallows ] —for dough.

[ that's the colorful commentary from the girl beside lili, mouth stuffed with the head of a turtle bread halfway through that and demeanor unflinching in the face of her company's state and hunger for The Carbs.

not an unfamiliar look, really. pretty familiar. just another monday, though jinx thinks the crying might be new.

she's just gonna pop another piece of turtle bread in her mouth, thanks. ]

[siffriend]

[ Siffrin jumps, tearing the alligator right in two.

(You're making a weird first impression! Be normal.) ]

No, um... I just don't have much of an appetite right now. But I know I, um, should eat, too.

[ Their voice is soft, very much someone used to being in the background. Maybe piping up with a moodmaking joke or two. Leading in dungeons is different than the towns. ]

[snakeblood]

[ ???.... He blinks slowly. ]

I mean, your job.

But this is some castle, probably.

[siffriend]

[ ... If Siffrin remembers right...

This person... is also in the same suite as him...? He doesn't really remember, right now.

...

Siffrin'll mimic Yoru though, taking a bite out of the rounds, shiniest spot of the gatorbread. Appetite gone or not, it's embarrassing to be "taught" how to eat. Better just to go along with it. ]

plaques

[diel]

Mm. But...

[ yeah, that's weird. from a polite distance away, yoru glances at this new beast person. ]

"24, physically"...? Is that true?

observatory

[the_obedient_servant]

[Memories stir in Chara's mind too, of times when they laid on the grass with someone they cared about greatly, telling stories about a world that was a dream to him, a nightmare to them.

They watch this figure drift between this location with a certain belonging. It doesn't take too long for their curiosity to get the better of their general propensity toward self isolation - and they approach.]

You look like you belong here.

[snakeblood]

[ Thinks back to something in high school. ]

I guess. I didn't get suspended for that one time.

[ He just had to apologize. Not that he meant it. He wasn't sorry. ]

[diel]

[ he feels like... she's speaking an entirely different language now... ]

Sorry, I don't really understand...

mars room

[the_obedient_servant]

A grotesque display of wealth and status, mainly. Whoever owns this palace has probably never even used most of them.

[They smile faintly. It's a neutral one, not kind and not quite cruel. Idle bemusement and apathy.]

[diel]

Oh... I don't have a job. [ he can't. the legality of it all would be a nightmare. ] But I do have... a mission and a goal, I guess.

speak the devil's name and he appears

[ocenon]

Ayaka!

[ The tunnel vision is real as he ignores literally everything else in the promenade as he hurries over to her, immediately giving her several looks over. ]

Are you all right? You're not hurt, are you?

[fourtuity]

[ Clover startles at the sudden appearance, but almost immediately stops stock still to stare blankly.

This time she bites her tongue. Not now. She doesn't want to take it out on a kid. ]

...More like a reunion. Just consider it a...daydream or something.

[snakeblood]

That's a job enough. [ He doesn't give a fuck about legality. Ain't no police stopping his family from doing their thing, after all. ]

g'raha tia's archon loaf trauma

[distain]

I also can't muster much of an appetite.

[Andrew is looking more at the assorted loaves than at the stranger, if only to prevent the obvious, blunt question from slipping out. Then she does turn, eyebrows raised.]

Oh, or maybe...? [The corner of her mouth twitches.] Is this a faux pas?

[Is there a cat-shaped loaf here? That would be rather offensive, wouldn't it?]

[diel]

It's better if you don't... think about the bad parts too much.

[ like... everything else about this place. ]

It's just you and the bread.

mars room

[smdr]

[ disquieting?

yes, sure, of course she thinks so. of course jinx—the one currently scouring the vast collection with the aim of getting her fingies on anything not ornamental—would think s— ]

Sucks, right?

[ -oh, oops.

catch her on her tiptoes trying to steal a helmet off a suit of armor. she turns to scarlet, the traces of a thought bumping around in her head like an old screensaver reflected into the look in her eyes... before she takes stock of something about him and turns back to attempting that little task solo. ]

You calling dibs on anything that's not part of that "most"?

[diel]

[ if he says so... ]

And you... deal with ghosts? What about... [ he fidgets, fingers playing with his oversized sleeves. ] ... disasters?

[fourtuity]

...Yeah, me too.

[ Honestly, she doesn't feel like eating either, but her body's just gonna yell at her. Which equally sucks. ]

Maybe we should just pretend we're food tasting robots.

[ 'Cause that's totally a sane idea. ]

[simulacres]

I wake up in a mansion I've never been to, in a bed I've never laid in and with a woman I've never met. Aren't you nervous?

[ but she's right. ayaka walks out, looking around at all sides. it's her first time alone in the past few days, and being without saber feels painful in a way. she ignores it as she continues walking out. ]

Hello?! Is anyone here!?

[littlegentleman]

[There's perhaps a hint of bashfulness to his expression as he considers them--they look like they may be around his age, but of course appearances can be deceiving. And most certainly, age didn't mean anything in regards to how much of a threat someone could be.

He shakes his head.]

The weapons there are mostly decorative. Anything I could wield myself is likely duller than something actively used for cooking.

[Might as well admit his intentions, if he was caught in the act. Still, he won't deny that he's hoping for a quiet moment he can find something to step on so he can reach one of the daggers.]

[the_obedient_servant]

[They're careful, toeing the line between friendly and antagonistic. It's best if they don't burn bridges before the rules have even been set.]

There's more peculiar things to expect or daydream about, I suppose.

[They had expectations of their own, after all. Childish delusions.]

Coffins aren't particularly comfortable spots for a reunion, I find. Especially inside a coffin. They are quite horribly uncomfortable.