Mesdames et Messieurs, Voilà, C'est Vous

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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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[oncefallen]

Or they wish to see us make use of them.

[A slightly morbid thought to be sure, but this man lives with demons. He's seen just about everything by now.]

[whileaway]

Oh my, you’re not feeling tempted, are you?

[The words are playful and lighthearted, but Break has survived too many years to disregard the thought entirely.]

Tulip

[oncefallen]

[As he wanders around the suite exploring, G'raha may notice one of his suitemates staring at him with particular interest, seemingly examining him-- or more specifically, staring at those ears. The tail, on the other hand, doesn't seem to get any attention at all... odd.

... it probably seems a bit hypocritical given the halo hovering above this man's own head, but. Details.]

[oncefallen]

Oh, not at all. I have no experience with using weapons.

[It's equally lighthearted simply because he's amused. At least some people here have a sense of humor, it would seem...]

So if you're feeling tempted, I'm afraid I'm going to have to request that you find someone else to have it out with instead. I wouldn't be able to provide you with much in the way of entertainment on that front.

[fourtuity]

...Just curiosity?

[ Her tone doesn't sound accusatory. More confused than anything. But it doesn't take her long to continue, hands resting on her sides instead. ]

How about a guess, and I'll tell you how close you were to the truth?

[frostlight]

[So like a cat with its prey, the twin wizards played with his brother until the latter ceased to be responsive.

The death of a spirit is by no means shocking. Tia isn't upset at the idea of killing or being killed; on the other hand, it's still jarring when a dragon anywhere succumbs, just like that. Tia's pride is great enough that she's never entertained the thought of dying at another's hand, but thinking about it now . . . ]

What I want is irrelevant the moment I die. I don't expect to be avenged.

[Who would? The weak bow before the strong in her world.]

But if the person you've sworn to protect falls, isn't it natural to mete out punishment?

[fourtuity]

Uhh... Yeah, at least this is a bit better than a cave or a tree! This looks way more escapable at least.

[ Give her a break, it's been a while since she's read Arthurian legends. Or more like listened to her brother talk about them. ]

[allrounder]

[ Having his ears, well, noticed is honestly a really novel experience and so he can't help but realize that his suitemate is staring at him a little too intensely.

He tilts his head, figuring he won't directly address it right away. ]

Is there something on my face?

[oncefallen]

Mmm. I'm trying to see whether I can establish any sort of consistency between those of us who ended up here.

[But since she told him to make a guess...]

My guess... you were hoping that a particular death would bring a once-closeknit group of friends or family members back together again. Am I close?

[antline]

It reminds me of long ago....things were simpler then. And yet, its the same sunset.

[It never changes.]

[antline]

Mm. The horizon.

[The sun, setting.]

...No. Unless you mean...just what mania is. Madness, yes?

[ocenon]

I'm not sure of the specifics, myself, beyond that it's not that far from the desert.

[ Mages don't really seem to have much of a sense of humor, but it's hard not to see the irony there. ]

Hm, quite a bit of distance away, then. What was the last thing that you remember before awaking here?

[oncefallen]

Oh, no.

[Vanis, meanwhile, does not seem the slightest bit bothered to have been caught staring. He's used to being treated like a curiosity, so he doesn't even think twice about turning that right back around on others.]

I've simply never seen a demon with ears quite like yours before, that's all.

[antline]

[He turns to the fellow angel....and stares for a good while, his bright blue eyes fixed on the halo.]

You, an angel?...Your wings? Where are they?

[Granblue angels don't have halos like those...so this is novel.]

[frostlight]

[She'd be much less irritated if she didn't have such urgent business, which just makes this kind of reply stand out even more.]

Are you . . . enjoying this?

[antline]

Yes. I can watch them for hours.

[A little nod, poring over the base of a bush.]

You've never seen ants before...?

[frostlight]

[Miqo'te . . . ]

Are you a beastman?

[ocenon]

[ It takes a second of him looking around to each corner of the room, before realizing that the voice came from one of the nearby beds. ]

Ah, my apologies, I didn't notice you were there. I was just surprised by how unoccupied this room seems to be.

[ocenon]

[ ??????????????? ]

Ayaka Sajyou. I would be forever grateful to you for doing so.

[ Richard pauses for a second, before deciding to wave his hand again, as if he's trying to confirm something. ]

You can refer to me as Saber. And you are...?

[fourtuity]

Not very, but I'd be freaked out if you were close. [ That'd be some clairvoyant shit right there. But wow, what a wild guess. A for effort. ]

So I woke up, and someone I knew went missing. I was looking all over for them that day until I reached this chapel with a coffin. Turns out they were knocked out and locked in there.

[ She glances towards the altar. ]

Part of me was wondering if there'd be a repeat when I stepped in here.

[ocenon]

[ He seems to react a little more to the latter name than the former, but that's not the important thing at the current second. ]

You did?!

[ He immediately gets a little worked up, taking several steps closer to Yoru with personal space well on its way to being invaded. ]

Where?

[antline]

Maybe you will be able to get out and deal with that something. I hope you do.

[Because he does seem annoyed otherwise.]

[oncefallen]

Fallen angel, to be more precise. [...] And before you ask, I fell entirely of my own volition.

[Vanis smiles, shrugging slightly.]

I would show you my wings, but whatever this place has done to us seems to have sealed my ability to manifest them. I usually keep them hidden... they're rather cumbersome to try to move around with, you see.

[The demon world is not designed for people with giant, fluffy wings...]

But that may be for the best in this place. I can't imagine trying to maneuver around in these rooms with my wings out.

[antline]

...!

[That first statement immediately makes him draw up, attention rapt.]

I am...also a fallen angel.

[Another like him...what are the odds?]

I don't remember you from...the group. But I understand. I cannot manifest my full aura here...

[oncefallen]

[You know, he's really not sure if that is better or worse--]

Perhaps we're lucky that whoever brought us here only seemed determined to stuff us into blankets rather than a coffin. Assuming you woke up the same way as all of us in my room, that is.

[He appreciates the time and effort that went into burritoing all of them, but also. Why.]