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]

[ he’s wearing a changshan and his name is yoru. his canon is a mixed bag. ]

Not necessarily?

[littlegentleman]

[Junior nods slowly. He agreed--when push came to shove, he'd rather have an antique gun than no gun at all. Still, they were clearly meant to be decorative. How functional were they?]

Is it even loaded?

[Personally, it would be difficult for him to conceal a gun of that size on his person...but anyone of an adult build might not find that nearly as challenging.]

[whileaway]

Quite cruel indeed--that someone has obviously never had a lesson about how strong or deadly many pretty little things can be.

[Alice comes to mind, nevermind that she hasn't shown a penchant for 'delicate' a day in their acquaintanceship. Shelly, belatedly, moreso might fit the mold.]

There's many ways to show strength, and beauty doesn't preclude one from finding it for themselves.

[oncefallen]

This place actually isn't all that unlike the manor where I usually live, so I had assumed I would likely be able to find something of that sort somewhere. Nobles do tend to be fond of their luxuries.

[The smile remains unchanged, Vanis lifting a hand to idly twirl a lock of his hair between his fingers.]

I do apologize for disappointing you, however. My talents all happen to lie in the arts, and from your words, yours lie elsewhere. It would seem we aren't fated to face each other either in battle or on the dance floor. Perhaps we should call this match a draw?

[divineth]

[Heh. That's as far as he'll go, at least.]

Forsooth, this is not what I had in mind for a sojourn following the forestalling of the Final Days.

Hast thou gleaned any relevant information from yonder statues?

[snakeblood]

It's not???

[ Look. Before whole thing before this he hadn't left the house for 3 years. ]

[allrounder]

What makes you unusual?

[ Is it the wings? ]

In contrast to you, Miqo'te are relatively common. Rather, we are not unusual nor rare.

[allrounder]

A capital T? Is it truly that impactful?

[fourtuity]

Yeah, it can get pretty loud when there's a crowd. Maybe the library's better for you. Or this chapel if I wasn't here.

[ The tone isn't judging, but she's looking off the distance, thinking about someone. ]

[diel]

Well, try saying a sentence with ‘books’ instead.

[ a test! ]

[allrounder]

Even half past a century is easy to lose track of. Multiplying that so many times must make a year feel like a fleeting moment.

[ He likes things for him as they are now, each moment significant in its own way. ]

Are you immortal, then?

[ Not unlike the great wyrms... ]

[diel]

[ someone’s who is even more of a loser than yoru… ]

Isn’t it rude to assume anyway?

[diel]

Ah - no, no you were here first.

[distain]

You are extraordinarily calm, [she affirms, just to be clear that it is much more difficult in the reverse. Although he might have at least noticed that, despite the fleeting threat of fainting, Andrew didn't seem so panicked by the thought of where she might have landed.

She leans back in the dining chair, hands gently clasping its intricately carved arms.] When I look at the stars, I don't think of all that. We must come from very different worlds indeed, sir.

[snakeblood]

Dunno. I don't meet foreigners. [ They're not really the clientel base and all. Also he doesn't care about being rude.... ]

[oncefallen]

[So other worlds have races with demonic traits that aren't demons? Fascinating...]

There are many angels where I come from, but few who have fallen. Those who fall and survive eventually become full demons.

In my current state, I am neither angel nor demon. Despite my appearance, I'm something between the two.

[diel]

Well… I can’t really say anything about that. I don’t talk to a lot of people either…

[allrounder]

[ He shakes his head. ]

Other than the sheer amount of information that has been collected on the lot of us? I fear I have not found anything else.

[ A few interesting names and skills, but not anything that could help them leave. ]

[allrounder]

The library contains a lot of fascinating books.

[ It sounds.... wrong. ]

[distain]

[That's a title or a fake name if she's ever heard one, though at least this one is a word familiar to her and now some of the entirely foreign-sounding things she's been exposed to from other people so far.]

Grace. [She pauses, unsure of the deference he should be given - a man in old-fashioned armor who nonetheless calls himself a servant.] My name is Andrew Grace.

[arbalestrier]

Sousuke Sagara.

[He doesn't have a problem with giving that out, at least. The friend thing, on the other hand... There's a small pause before he continues.]

I don't understand. Do friends mean so little to you?

[smdr]

Eh. I've known-not-known-would-rather-not-know one maybe antique. I'm not super keeping track of the fossil record.

[ she can hardly remember a lot of the profiles in there, actually. for so many reasons.

there might've been some high numbers in there, yeah...... if she's really, really thinking about it. ]

Nooo comment on that second part.

[ is he going to start talking about ghosts? ]

[safetycheck]

[ She glances over at him – ...cat ears? Cat ears??? That makes his plaque easy to spot. ]

G'raha Tia, is it? [ Hates cruelty? Noted. Good. ... Wait. ] What's this about an Archon mark?

[fourtuity]

It's not like I have dibs on this place.

[ And now that she's thinking about stuff, he'd tell her she was out of line. ]

...Yeah, I was pretty loud earlier, huh? My bad. Didn't mean to mess with your search.

[diel]

[ mmmmmm ]

… Lowercase…

[ and for some reason he feels like he should apologize for that so. ]

Sorry…