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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[allrounder]

So, 'tis not unlike Eorzea, if you remove the bestial appendages and traits form a few of our races.

[ He smiles, just a little bit, as he sits back in his chair. ]

There are a myriad of differences between stars, I know that for certain. That this is one of those differences is not a troublesome surprise to me.

[ A pause. ]

Though I suppose the absence of bestial traits would be easier to adjust to than their sudden presence.

[ocenon]

It's possible. They're both certainly more contemporary than what I'm used too.

[ And he's not what's the time jump from that to Sister Act, so he's not even going to bother trying. ]

Are the works recognizable at all, even with their iterations, or is this your first time seeing them as well?

[simulacres]

Oh...

[ she's taken aback by how forward he is about it, but it does get her to ask another question. ]

So the falling from heaven thing is also true?

plaques

[allrounder]

I've no clue. I don't recall giving any of this information out.

[ Some of it is probably easy enough to guess, at least after getting to know him, but... hm. Curious indeed. ]

[diel]

[ a little crying never killed anyone (unless,)

and technically one eye is pretty obscured by his fringe, so it's really only 50% damp lashes. which means 25% tears. a discount, honestly. ]

Mm... can I ask about your eyes?

[diel]

[ he laughs hesitantly. ]

Heh... hehe... Only a month?

[oncefallen]

Yes, as is the part about it being of my own volition.

[Well, he did expect they would be curious!]

It isn't something I have any need to hide... it was a choice I made a long time ago.

[fourtuity]

Yeah, 'cause I'd rather not be immobile for more than a month. I'd have to force it then. But sometimes you just wanna lie down on the floor and scream. [ Shrugs! ]

[diel]

[ well, his instinct is usually to use his power to keep himself safe... but close enough. ]

Tomes...

[ who says that anymore? ]

That's pretty unique. Why tomes, and not books?

[diel]

[ !!! ]

I - I get that! Sometimes, everything is so much...

[snakeblood]

What about them...?

[ Do you think they're long too? ]

[antemeridian]

Spreading it out seems like it would be a little more tasteful than this, at least.

[ Palau is a name unfamiliar to her, though, and without the internet available the best she can do is simply assume it's somewhere in Europe, maybe. (On, though?) Rich old bastards, though. Someone's got opinions, but if he's familiar... that reminds her. ]

Mmm... Speaking of the rooms here. Buildings like these usually should have some sort of attending staff, shouldn't they? At least to maintain them.

[ But she hasn't seen anyone who doesn't also have a statue in the promenade (though she also hasn't committed every fact on the plaques to memory yet, for obvious reasons). ]

[diel]

[ they could be longer ]

They're like... Beastmen eyes, but you don't seem to have any other traits?

[simulacres]

Great.

[ acting, playing a role, an entertainment for some mysterious third party. all things that ayaka is familiar with and all things that she hates. she's not anyone's entertainment. ]

Well, they made a mistake with me. I refuse to join in their nonsense if they won't even face us.

[baebladie]

Annoying.

[ Unfortunately indeed...

Blade bristles like a stray feral cat at the second firm pat, and even swats at it, because Cain is still a stranger.

What a strangely unfortunately confounding man he's encountered. ]

...I was looking to face down those who kidnapped us.

[ Straight to the point. Blade wants to "talk" to the kidnappers; maybe in the literal sense. After information-gathering, then consider how to debilitate them as efficiently as possible or kill them. ]

[fourtuity]

Yeah, the universe likes throwing a lotta curveballs at once when you don't expect them! But at least it doesn't look like there's a time limit right now.

[baebladie]

This could have disrupted his script.

He would have prioritized counteracting it. Even if it couldn't be prevented.

And said something of it.

[ Therefore, the fact it wasn't mentioned is odd. And unfortunately gives insight to Dan Hen that there is no real information on the situation Blade can offer...thus far, anyway. ]

[distain]

[Andrew gets close to the display and runs her finger along the flat side of a decorative dagger.]

I suppose it isn't odd for a woman to want to defend herself. But I also know someone who would say, "Only beautiful things suit you better." I think that person would be very unhappy to learn I was being so crass.

[There's a wry, distant smile on her lips, more care about whatever she's thinking about than the very situation facing her right now.]

Wouldn't that be cruel?

[antemeridian]

[ Homura's perception and experience with the passing of time has been ... different, for a long while now, but she also cannot say she's been keeping track of the seconds. What a shame. ]

That is, of course, assuming we also did not lose any time between that last moment and our first recollection here.

[ Even if it had seemed seamless. Even if it makes no sense for some. ]

... There are a lot of unknowns in this situation. [ She tsks quietly, just a little. Their assertion is bold, stark, straightforward; she can, at least, return like for like and be a little less reticent than she would be otherwise. ] I am not unfamiliar with the concept of a semi-closed space that will lure things into it and attempt to trap them, but...

The scale involved here, if we are truly from such different places, is ... somewhat alarming.

unless.............

[ocenon]

You can call me Saber. [ until he realizes that hiding his name is kinda moot here, but whatever, it works for now.

He nods. ] A pleasure, miss...?

[diel]

[ wait he was a little excited but now he's back to being a lot anxious. ]

Time... limit... What do you mean?

[whileaway]

I prefer less ...ostentatious blades, myself. It would be an unlikely sight to see me attempt anything with these ones. [A pause, before continuing in a matter-of-fact tone:] If I was so inclined, that is.

[Break lets a sly tilt to his grin make its way across his lips as he turns to face his current companion more directly.] If you can't provide entertainment with swordsplay, are you offering it in another way? Until we can resume our lives, it would be a waste to just rot away here.

[ocenon]

[ He instantly lights up the instant that she mentions the cave and tree, like she said something wildly more impressive than she actually did. ]

So you're familiar with the stories of King Arthur, as well! I guess it could be more like the former, but I suppose it depends on whether we're able to escape this room!

[fourtuity]

[ She lightly hums as she figures out how to word her thoughts. ]

You know, like how in some movies they say "Hey, I planted a bomb, it's going to go off in a few hours! Good luck disarming it!". Didn't hear anything like that here, so that's a plus.

[oncefallen]

[Hmmm. That information is noted indeed, but Vanis just keeps on smiling away.]

If I can find some proper paints and a suitable canvas, I'd be happy to get to work on a piece to add a bit more color to the gallery. Beyond that, I'm afraid I've never been much of an entertainer, unless dancing would count for that. But that would also require a willing partner, of course.

[Two can play at this game.]