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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[caporegrimme]

No, for work. Any regular member of a famiglia needs to know about this, whether it's to know what might be used against you, or what you might need to use someday.

[His eyes look away a little. He seems a little bit uneasy when he says this. Even though he's a great marksman and his familiarity with firearms in general is good, he still doesn't like using violence]

[thesharpestroy]

Not looking down, just--I don't know, surprised. I wasn't exactly reciting nihilist philosophy when I was your age. You're like an old soul.

[Or they just have unrestricted internet access and TikTok really is poisoning the minds of the youth.]

[caporegrimme]

I never understand how there's some who are so...naive? Innocent? Something like that -- enough to not think of the harm that might come to them if they're not careful in an unusual situation...

[Especially in the circles he moves in. Someone lacking in caution is as good as dead]

[allrounder]

Oh? I've never seen one quite so man-like as you.

[ Even the dragons back home are more... well, dragon-y. ]

[caporegrimme]

I wanted to take a good look outside before stepping out, and find out what awaits. Perhaps see if there's any danger, figure out a plan...

[He can't be blamed for being so cautious when you wake up in a place like this, right?]

[baebladie]

[ (They sure are.)

Though, Blade feels that he must have not been the only one who suspected, the little slip up is enough. Something about it is absolutely laughable - incredibly so, instead of frustrating or aggravating. ]

You did.

When you let your guard down, that will be the end.

[ And there is no bluffing here where Blade is concerned. ]

[allrounder]

[ Suffocating, yet still with bright spots. He thinks about that, about stars littering a once perpetually bright sky. ]

I don't have the slightest clue. What I do know, however, is that we have all been brought here for some reason or by some circumstance. Without knowing who or what brought us here, there is only so much I can theorize.

[allrounder]

You have the right of it.

[ He holds up a hand, as if he's going to do something with it and... nothing. ]

I can't produce even the slightest amount of aether.

[allrounder]

I have... some experience with traveling between stars. It came with its own host of complications and I imagine that we would run into at least an issue or two here as well, given the sheer number of us that there are.

[baebladie]

[ No clemency! No clemency! ]

...Your word. How long can you commit?

We are no longer in a familiar space...far away from home, surrounded by strangers.

[ But, Blade himself is a stranger to Dan Heng as well. In some senses - a familiar face with a background obscured by a past he no longer fully grasps. Though indeed the question is if the Blade in front of him remembers the word Dan Heng gave...? ]

In the end, you might not be able to keep it. We'll see if you can manage.

[baebladie]

[ Blade has...the opposite of optimism. Somewhere between cynical and pessimistic, maybe. ]

Before it's too late?

[ This is a place where everyone can just end up dying in the blink of an eye. And the less that is said about Blade's thoughts on the matter, the better. ]

[allrounder]

If that is not too presumptuous of me?

[ They're all in this together so clearly they're friends? ]

[allrounder]

If we do our due diligence, then it will not be too late.

[ He smiles, clearly not too upset by the thought that they could be too late. ]

There is always a chance that it might be too late, but there is no reason not to try to avoid the worse outcome.

[whileaway]

[Truly, this conversation has veered way too close to something Break has way too much experience in. How many times has it been...? ]

Only a little? Perhaps your view of the world really is quite rosy. [Does he sound wistful? Surely you imagined it.] With so many people here, I imagine the cost potentially could be shared-- not that that's a guarantee or a comfort, when we haven't been told what it is at all.

[baebladie]

Hm.

[ Help...

Blade supposes there is something to logic in indulgence - even if he has no interest in partaking himself. ]

Anyone who could would be rare. [ ... ] At least the flavor would be obvious no matter the circumstance.

ty soupie for the respite from my midweek trial

[snakeblood]

Then it's on them if we need to charge them more. Can't get the curse right if we don't have the particular information we need.

[perfectpower]

[Looks at the hand. He really considers it for a moment, before going 'eh, why not' and giving him a high five.]

Not at all. Last I knew I was talkin' to Nero while he recovered.

cw gross? I'm sorry

[thesharpestroy]

Hold on, wounded? I thought you were just taking a bad shit in there. Fuck, you disinfected it and all that, right?

[She looks a little bit more concerned than she did before. Her standards do go up to "caring about someone getting a serious injury" at the very least.]

[ocenon]

They truly were great adventures, weren't they? I also had heard quite a few tales as a child, between the stories and the chansons de geste from minstrels.

[ He's going to start heading to the door as he rambles, ready to take the lead and protect Clover from anything trying to jump them. ]

[ocenon]

Just like Launcelot awakening imprisoned in Morgan le Fay's castle...

[ He thinks for a moment, seemingly drifting into his own thoughts before decorum snaps him back to the present. ]

An alliance... I think banding together in an uncertain situation like this is certainly a just reaction. [ nods ] I would appreciate your aid, for the time being.

[antline]

Is there regular bread that isn't shaped like an animal...?

[Eating one shaped like an animal feels wrong.]

[antline]

Ah. So you think its poisoned?

[antline]

Yes. Between the leaders...and the Head Researcher. The fallen angels rose up under the Head Researcher, and many, like myself, were struck down.

[As it goes.]

[calamitish]

I'll sleep with one eye open.

...if I slept!

[ a fun tidbit because he does like to run his mouth for better or worse. ]

[coldseep]

Well, hopefully we're not imprisoned! And, if we are, we have a very gracious jailer and some pretty comfortable shackles. ( Metaphorical shackles are way better than physical ones. ) Good to be working with you!

( He rolls off the bed, briefly becoming a cocoon of hair, before it all comes undone as he hops off the edge of it and rises. )

My name's Hwylryn. Do you want to look around with me?